Vicky closed her current reading option, stretched, and took too much time showing off her greatest assets. “No one wants your horse, Braden. Everyone in the county knows he tried to kill Peyton.”
About the same time the words left her lips, a lot of moans, groans, grunts, and screams of pure pleasure drifted throughout the house. The way the couple upstairs called out to one another left nothing to the imagination.
Braden looked pale. “By the sounds of it, she’s gonna die yet and I’m betting on Kane behind the smoking gun.”
Chapter 19
His mouth traveled all over her, monogramming her with a man’s brand. Love marks, passion prints, whatever any guy called them, Peyton had them. No one would doubt if she belonged to him or at least a Cartwell if they saw her out somewhere. He should’ve just stamped her forehead and took out a billboard. He was eating her alive.
His tongue, he told her, remained stuck in her pussy. Her walls closed around him, and he licked her into another orgasm as she clutched his head and clenched her walls only tighter and tighter around his tongue.
“I’m dying, here.” She shook off another climax. He rose over her, and kissed her lips, offering her a taste of her own desire in the process.
“I’ve never heard of too many orgasms listed as a cause of death but if someone has to go, that’s the way to go out.” He bit at her lower lip and captured her tongue in a desensitizing kiss leading her to his lips, encouraging her to sip on his mouth, taste her own pleasure.
She didn’t know how many climaxes were considered too many but she felt like he gave her more than her share. He ate her pussy and sent her from one life changing orgasm straight into the pulsing beat of another. Then he fingered her until she screamed for one more, even asking for his cock, just begging for one long overdue slow screw.
“Tell me where you want my cock, Peyton. Do you want me to fuck your pretty little ass or caress your pussy?”
“Fuck me, Kane. Just fuck me!” She panted as she gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Please…now, right now.”
“Greedy little vixen, aren’t you?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Ask for it. Ask for it by name, baby.”
“Fuck me, Kane.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you, Peyton?” His voice sounded much like it did earlier. The Dom resurfaced and was ready to take full control, defying his earlier promise. She was getting to him more and more. She realized it, and she loved it.
“Fuck my pussy, please. Use your cock, Kane.”
Ah hells bells. He was going to come just by hearing her ask. Why did he have to push her to drive him to the brink? He held his cock at the base, applied pressure and fought against spilling his seed all over the place. Clenching his back teeth he nibbled at her lower lip.
“Birth control,” he muttered.
Damn it to hell, he almost forgot. Damn it to fucking hell and back, he almost did not care. The doc promised to sneak in a birth control shot when he saw her again, but he kept missing Peyton when he stopped by the ranch.
She swallowed stiffly. “Kane. I…”
“Shh…I know. It’s too risky.” He started to thread his cock through his fingers and then he smiled wickedly. “I have one in my wallet.”
“What are you doing carrying condoms around in your wallet?” she ribbed him before she reached out of the shower and grabbed his pants. She didn’t care why he had them tucked away for safe keeping, only acknowledged he had them.
Right now, the only thing he cared about was getting his cock inside one very tight little pussy. Then, he planned to autograph it a few times and damn it all, he’d stamp it pretty with his seed if he ran out of condoms before he had his fill. It didn’t matter anyway. One day, one day very soon, Peyton Storm was going to become his wife.
She ripped the corner with her teeth and sheathed him. She rolled it over the thick head and then hurriedly covered his length. “I’m wrinkled now.” She looked at her hands and the evidence of too much time in the water.
“Yes, you are.” He gave her a hot kiss and then stepped out of the shower. “Don’t dry off,” he told her. He grabbed a few towels, kept his cock in his hand, and walked back into her room.
After he tossed the towels on the floor, he framed her face and smothered her with his sweet lips before dragging her with him to the floor. Once he had her there, he told her to get on her hands and knees.
“Kane?”
“Don’t tell me no. I’ll go easy. Let me tap your sweet ass.”
“I can’t take your…size there, without lubricant.”
His lips turned up in a devilish smile. “Darlin’, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re soaking wet from the inside out. I can slide right in your ass using your own hot cream, and you won’t even realize I’m there.”
“I doubt it,” she said before she crawled three or four inches away from him. She braced herself for his hard cock and stayed in position with her knees and hands planted on the floor.
“You think it’s this easy?” he asked with a carnal growl right below her ear. He slapped her ass and gave no small order. “On your tip-toes and stretch your fingers out like this.” He showed her his hands. His long fingers separated much like a child might do if they planned to trace their handprints.
“Kane…”
“Spanking?”
“You promised,” she reminded him.
“I promised to romp your pretty little ass. I thought you wanted the real me.”
“I do,” she whispered and reached for him.
He pulled away from her. “Then on your fingertips and toes.”
He rubbed his cock over her leg again and again until she followed his command and heaven help him, he almost lost his semen just watching her move per his explicit instructions. God, he liked her like this.
“Do you like it when I fuck you, Peyton?”
She didn’t know if he wanted her in the role of his sub or not, so she tested the waters with a simple nod.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she said.
His hand flapped against her backside in a taunting smack as he spanked her. “Now, tell me again and show me some respect.”
“Kane, you promised.”
“I promised to show you the real Kane Cartwell. Darlin’ you have him. Now, I’ll ask you again. Do you like it when I fuck you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Defiant little vixen, aren’t you?” He reached around her and pulled her nipple until she cried out a little, just a little.
“Very nice, tender and sweet,” he said.
His hands caressed her ass, and he sat down on the edge of the squares he made with the large bath towels. “Peyton, look at me.”
With her palms spread apart, she looked down the length of her body and stared at him in between her legs.
“I smell your arousal from here. It’s like honey vanilla sex, so sweet and rich.”
He gripped his cock and the condom covering him served as a reminder, they’d soon have an audience downstairs. He wanted to protect her and love her on his own terms. If they decided to move forward with her training, he didn’t see the problem with taking her induction slow.
“Kane, I can’t stay like this forever,” she told him.
“Oh, but I’d never complain if you did,” he said.
“Tell you what, since I’m horny, Vicky’s waiting, and those brothers of mine will soon knock, why don’t you tell me where you want me, just this once?” He wanted to assure her, most of the time when he took her, he’d take her how and where he wanted her.
She smiled as she crouched down to the floor and crawled to him. She lifted his legs and then stood in front of him. He swiped her pussy with his tongue and fingered her with a spooning hook, gentle but almost diabolical in the way he moved one lone finger in and out. He extended it for entry, bent it and then withdrew it.
“Come on down here and fuck me, Peyton.” He tugged at her hand, and she dropped to his lap with one leg over each of his. When she slid downward, she enveloped him with her body and in turn gave him a quick entrance straight into her vagina.