Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Still leaning back on my elbows, I bent my legs and pressed my knees to his sides, urging him to provide me with some relief from the frustration boiling inside of me. Instead, Kane simply chuckled quietly to himself and slipped my other breast out of the confines of the t- "You bastard." I uttered while I began to gyrate my hips again, aching to feel him inside of me. My eyes locked on his, willing this teasing to stop.

shirt I wore while I lay at his mercy beneath him.

"Oh, goddess Kane," I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders, pleading with him.

"Just say the words," Kane whispered, running his tongue up between my breasts, my t-shirt now bunched around my neck.

"Oh goddess," I moaned, clamping my eyes shut as the fire in the bottom of my stomach raged on.

"Just say-," Kane kissed me deeply on the lips, his hands clutching at my bum, my ankles somehow now on his shoulders.

Kane grinning smugly down at me. I knew I would not win; his eyes that glowed

Ace, and fuck me like it's my last night on this earth." I laughed; my face

and pushed both them and his boxers to his knees. And before I could even plead again, Kane was driving himself deep inside of me. I let out a scream of pleasure as I felt

I have missed you." He moaned, his words making a smile split my

back against the wall. With my legs up on his

cum already." He groaned angrily, reassuring me that he, too, needed this. Every thrust was more glorious than the last, his cock

do it." I uttered

could feel his hands sliding over my stomach so he could grasp my left breasts, his nails digging in ever s so slightly. His other was on the top of my thigh, his fingers reaching in between my legs to my clit, his thumb rubbing in pressing

be found in this very exposing, very alarming position on Kane's packhouse kitchen

thankfully, the

we were left in peace as Kane brought me to a very loud, very