His eyes were dark, heavy with a new lust, and his tongue searched while his hands wandered around looking for answers. She prayed whatever he needed to find in a woman, he found it in her.
“Let me come again,” she whimpered as her hips rose off the bed. She pushed her pussy tighter against his lips, and his oral pursuit stopped right then. Within a second, he removed the plug, and then quickly sheathed himself.
Her chin dropped in shock. “Now that was something to see.”
He fisted his cock and ran it across her leg, rubbed it against her inner thigh. Then, he positioned it, right where a woman needs a man’s cock. Ready for entry.
“I’ll always surprise you, Peyton. Now, I want you to open up for me.” His fingers spread her pussy lips, his mouth captured her mouth and his cock pressed tighter against her entrance, the latex covered mushroom head followed his fingers into her tight walls. He moved his hand, and the tip parted her folds.
“Peyton…”
“Go ahead. Please…” She trembled as she urged him. She cried, tears drifting across her cheeks because there was more to this, at least for her, and she feared it.
“Look in my eyes, Peyton.” He didn’t move into her. He waited. “Watch me.”
She thought she said okay but she blinked. Heaven help her she blinked on impact as his cock tore through her walls with a bolt of pleasure rocking her through the pain. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him there.
“Kane, you have to…it hurts too bad and so good at…the same time.” She tightened her bottom, arched against him and captured all of him. “Don’t hold back, let me have it all,” she whispered into his skin, her cheeks now damp with tears.
“Not too fast, baby. Relax.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Take me slow, baby. Take me nice and slow.”
“I want to feel you,” she purred as her neck strained away from the pillow, and she stared down at the evidence of not what she lost, but what she so willingly gave. The size of his shaft disappeared into her body with a slow grind, an even awareness, and a beautiful claiming. “I want it intense, Kane. I need it…”
“Damn it, no!” He didn’t want her to ask for it but oh how he wanted to give it to her hard and fast. His thighs bunched, he tried to hold back. She saw it in the way he stared at her. He bit his lower lip. “Hold still, baby. I’m going to come, if you don’t…hold still.”
She clawed at his chest. Every nerve ending she owned convulsed against his cock, and she gripped his shoulders, almost pinching him as she held him. “That’s the point, Kane…that’s the whole entire…”
Her thighs parted only more, and she balanced herself against his body, holding his forearms one minute and clinging to his shoulders the next. The whole time, her legs worked in a slow butterfly fashion, spreading open for him before squeezing him tighter by closing around him with her inner thighs.
“Come for me, Peyton…let me watch your expression as you come.” He pinched her nipples before he reached between their bodies, touched her clit, stroked it with his thumb and carried them over the edge.
“No! You can’t! Not…yet. Oh Kane…” She shook her head and tried to hang on for the longest ride of pure ecstasy as he fucked her right into an earth-shattering experience. He took her on an intimate journey with one goal, one purpose; a true body to body understanding.
He wanted her to realize, she now belonged to him and she did. In every way that mattered she was Kane Cartwell’s lover. She’d carry his brand, a collar, anything he wanted her to wear just to prove it. Right then and there, she belonged only to him.
How did he forgive himself? How would he ever explain to his brothers what he’d done to her? Would they take one look at them and know what took place? He shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to tell them. It had to remain their secret.
He glared in the mirror and didn’t recognize himself. He gripped the porcelain sink, looked down at the water in the basin as it covered the toy he’d chosen just for her. “Damn it.” He looked back up at his reflection and shuddered against what he saw this time. The cold, hard image he often saw no longer existed. His eyes were softer, not as cold, even the dark circles under them faded away into the night.
He knew a man changed when he fell in love but the physical transformations left him stumped. He studied his face, the one he saw every morning and every night staring back at him. Was he in love? Did he love Peyton Storm?
He shook his head, twirled the plug around in the cool water as he cleaned it. He dried it on a nearby towel and glanced up again. The least he could do was look himself in the eye, but even a simple task proved difficult.
He needed to feel ashamed. Maybe he did a little, but not enough.
Would his brothers take one look and see the difference in him? He saw it in himself and earlier while he’d watched her sleep next to him, he noticed it in her. God help him, he witnessed what changes he made in Peyton. After what they’d shared, would things remain the same between them?
He grabbed a washcloth from under the sink, and his hand grazed the leather satchel. He froze with a newfound decision, and his dick throbbed, ached for more. Did he clean up and get them the hell out of here or did he make another bold move and bring out yet another toy?
No, he shook his head. She needed to rest. He needed to let her sleep. He leaned up against the wall and stroked his cock, closed his eyes and imagined Peyton lying there on the futon bed. Her blush skin showing off the signs of recent sex, and her nipples round and ready, spiked hard in the cool air, waiting for another one of his kisses.
Did he love Peyton Storm?
He tugged harder as he fisted his cock and thought about the way she looked at him when he was in between her legs, tasting her sweet pussy as she pressed down on the top of his head. Oh God, and how she’d liked it most when he spanked her. The juices spilling into his hand as he caressed her, fingered her.
Did he love Peyton Storm?
He stretched her so wide when he entered her. He was scared too death he might tear her skin as he broke through the barriers and took what he wanted, at any cost. Was it one with a price too high to pay? Would she later just walk away?
He closed his eyes and moaned as he got off in his hand. Peyton. Oh beautiful Peyton. Young and pure, and all his. “Peyton…” His cum ran over his belly, the sticky spill clinging to his knuckles, and damn it all, he squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, wrapping, tugging, pulling for freedom, for more, for so much more. Something he’d only find in Peyton’s arms.
“God yes, I love her.” He collapsed against the bathroom wall and jerked when he felt her hand replace his.
She didn’t make out the words but she most certainly understood the actions. She slumped down next to him and slowly reached for his long, sticky shaft. She stared down at the flared mushroom head.
“If I didn’t satisfy you, all you had to do was come back to bed,” she whispered.
He watched her pump him, his dark eyes softer than she’d ever seen them before. He didn’t speak, only stared at her hand.
“Kane, I need this. I need whatever it is you want me to have. All of it.”
“You can’t handle the person I want to be with you, Peyton.”
“Try me,” she dared.
“Not now, maybe one day but not tonight. It’s too soon, and I don’t want to hurt you. I’d never hurt you, Peyton. You know it, right?”
“I know, Kane.”
His incredibly thick cock felt warm in her hand and soon she had new ideas, lots of dirty notions. She leaned over the bathtub and worked to find some water pressure.
“You didn’t pay attention when I tried to teach you how to work the faucet,” he said with a wicked grin.