life was found in a kiss like this. His purpose, his goals were redirected all because of a kiss like this. She left him ruins, and she did it with tears in her eyes and tenderness in her touch.
“I love you.” He told her again. Halfway hoping she’d tell him the same, the little vixen kissed his cheeks again and moved her mouth over his ear.
“Then love me nice and slow. Right here, Kane. Please love me like you can, not as a Dom, but as Kane Cartwell.” She wrapped his cock in her hand and slowly pumped it as she drew more from his erection. The heat pulsed through his dick straight into her grip, the length swelling the second she wrapped her fingers around his size.
“Then you love me without holding anything back,” he whispered against her chin as he licked down her neck.
“Oh, Kane.” Her head rolled back over her shoulders, and her neck was fully exposed. He kissed up and down her heavenly throat and moved into her responsive hand.
It would have been so easy to come then, so easy to let himself go. She tugged at his cock like she wanted him so much it hurt to even hold him. Her hollow eyes sharpened with lust and with hot hands, she caressed him into a sugary existence.
He kissed her again and again, dying for her taste, trying to keep his mouth on hers long enough to convince himself they were alone in their own moment. No one stood ready to interrupt them now.
“God help me, Peyton. Once I start on you, I won’t stop. I won’t care who is standing nearby or who hears me shout your name.”
“Shh…kiss me, Kane.”
“Hmmm…” He covered her hand with his and nibbled seductive words against her lips. “That’s it, baby. Stroke my cock.”
He kissed away from her mouth then, pecking a few along her chin and neck before saturating her throat. He sucked a little too hard on the skin before he reminded himself of who drove his passion and the consequences they might face for it. He also tried to coax himself away from a desire he felt compelled to fill.
“Fuck it,” he said as she arched her neck more, and he licked the very place he branded with his bruising kiss. One love mark no one would mistakenly believe ended without a lot of satisfaction. Passion prints-he planned to give her one or two, enough to let Vicky, his brothers, and anyone else who wanted to know they loved one another. And they did it up right.
After he kissed and licked over the areas where he left a couple of love marks, he kissed her chest. Tugging at one of her nipples, his mouth covered the other. Biting on the little gem with just enough pressure to keep it hot for him later, he left it hard and round in search of a more satisfying taste. The essence of a woman cried out for him and her sweet honey guided him lower.
Her stomach tightened as he kissed passed it, and his breath hitched once he smelled her sex. Sweet honey, he thought, should’ve been named Peyton. Cotton Candy love fragrances had nothing over on her. She was a fragrance unto herself and one he’d never forget because she’d stay on his lips daily. He’d make sure of it from now on.
“You’re bare pussy is so pretty.” He knelt down in front of her and whet his whistle by licking around her soft mound. Her fresh scent filled his senses, and his tongue dipped lower.
“Kane…please.”
“Please? Tell me what you want, Peyton. I can’t honor a request unless you ask for it by name and request I take the time to define what you want and need most.”
He wanted to stop the dark games from surfacing but somehow, she drew them out of him. He fought to control them there, and it wasn’t easy.
“I want you to lick me,” she said.
He held her pussy close to his lips and with his tongue swiping from left to right, he parted her folds. “Yum, darlin’, you told the truth when you said you’d taste like candy.”
He licked up and down with deliberate control. Then, he stopped, reached for her nipples and tweaked them. He stared into her eyes and clutched his cock. He held it at the base before he dipped his head again.
“Do you like it when I eat your pussy, Peyton?” He talked to the pussy and not the woman. A small little gleam of her essence stripped his senses as it fastened to her parted folds, leaving a little transparent line between the lips. He immediately licked it away.
She whined and he glanced up. Oh yes, she’d died in his arms right then, and he wanted her to feel more alive than she’d ever felt in her life. He wanted to make sure his woman walked on air. Her rosy cheeks and lust- filled eyes looked full of more than a simple woman’s need. He saw the yearning. Hidden beyond the pure sweetness, he also saw the raw beauty a man like him wanted to find in a long-term lover. In a wife.
Peyton Storm wanted to ride more than waves of pleasure with him. She wanted wild sex, hard fucking, and he wanted to give her the gift of him.
He shuddered. It wasn’t a passing thought without rewards. He ducked his head lower and moistened his tongue with her rich juices and he lapped once again. He ate like he’d never had an intimate meal before.
“Kane…I’m going to come.” Her palms left his shoulders and flattened against the tile on either side of her body. She shifted and swayed. “Please don’t stop. I swear…I’ll…oh God! Kane!”
He let her take the first of her orgasms with his tongue driving into her body, snacking on her folds while sipping at her center, catching the sweet spill of one satisfied woman. Then, all bets were off. He rolled her clit with the tip of his tongue, moaned against her mound and nuzzled her pussy before tapping the opening with his chin, his two-day old beard ruffling her short hairs.
“Mmm…” Satisfied, she swayed with him. “Oh this is good, Kane. So good.” She slumped down as her orgasm slowly left her with nothing but memories.
Her breathing stayed desperate and choppy. Poor little thing thought she’d take her orgasm and slump against the wall. Bless her heart, she did look satisfied. But he was just getting started.
“Vicky, you’re still here?” Evan picked out a bright red apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite. “Where’s Peyton?”
“Shower.” She acted too bored to even report it.
The first flag waved high in the sky. He’d proceed with caution.
“Where are you two going today?”
He took another bite and started to chew when he noticed Vicky’s body language. She kept her head down, buried in deep thought or hiding something or from someone. In this case, if Evan wanted to guess, she wanted to avoid him altogether. Evan glanced toward the stairs. And he’d bet on the why behind it.
“Where did you say Peyton is again?”
“She’ll be down in a sec. She just had to, uh, jump in the shower, and uh, you know take a shower, in the uh…”
“Let me guess, shower?” Evan narrowed his gaze on her and she finally looked up.
“Good guess.” She smiled sweetly, flipped a page in her magazine with far too much rippling paper racket, and after she tore the paper for her effort, she pretended to read again.
“Interesting article?”
Vicky looked up and nodded. “Why yes, it is.”
“Hmm…I never thought a two-page advertising spread for tampons made for interesting reading, but hey, it might provide some useful information on how to care for a woman’s greatest commodity.”
“Funny, Evan.” She glanced down at the magazine and flippantly turned the page again. “I’m reading the magazine. I read it page by page, even the ads.”
“Wanna tell me who’s upstairs with Peyton?”
“No one is upstairs with Peyton.” Her answer would’ve been perfect for one of those automatic phone responders. The kind where the operator says over and over again, ‘Are you still there? Press one for yes, and two for no’.
Braden walked inside and tossed a lead rope on the floor. “I’ve had it with Quizzard. I’m selling the damn horse. He’s possessed.”
