Page 32 of Erotic Temptations 2

I collapsed to my knees on the thick rug, yanking him toward the edge of the couch. Kane let me manhandle him, a lazy grin twisting his mouth as he watched me work the button of his fly.

“I could get used to this view,” he rumbled, dropping a hand to the back of my neck. He caressed there, the touch weirdly tender.

I popped the snap, dragging his zipper down slow. His cock bulged against black briefs, already leaking through the fabric. I mouthed him there, tasting the heat, breathing in the scent of him. Kane’s hips jerked up, his fingers threading into my hair.

He was noisy. Growling, grunting, muttering my name under his breath. I loved it.

His dick sprang free when I tugged down the waistband, bobbing thick and angry in front of me. I wrapped my fist around the shaft, rolling my tongue over the tip, catching the droplet of pre-cum that had already pooled there. Salty-sweet, totally him.

I let my tongue swirl over the head, then licked down the length, savoring every ridge and vein. His cock throbbed in my grip.

Kane’s thighs tensed, his muscles jumping as I tongued the sensitive spot underneath the crown. “God, Elijah. Your mouth’s perfect.”

I hollowed my cheeks and slid down, taking him as deep as I could. Gagged a little, then did it again, wanting to hear him lose control.

He did. “Shit, that’s it, fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hips punching up. “Fuck, Elijah, you’re gonna make me come.”

My free hand fondled his balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in my palm. I slurped and bobbed, letting spit run down my chin, loving how filthy and wild I felt.

Spreading his knees, he exposed himself shamelessly. “Knew you’d be a fucking pro at this,” he moaned. “God, look at you. Take it. Yeah. Just like that.”

His hand clamped down on my hair, guiding me, but never forcing. I wanted him to use me.

I milked his dick, up and down, tongue lapping at the leaking slit. Moaned around his cock, sucking hard, wanting every drop he could give me.

Kane panted, helpless. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” he gritted. “Want you so bad, Eli. Want to fuck you. Want to make you scream.”

I popped off, saliva connecting from my lips to his cock, then licked up the shaft, mouthing his balls. “You will,” I promised, voice shredded with lust.

He shivered, then almost collapsed onto the couch, breathing ragged.

I went back to work, swallowing his dick between my lips, basking in the obscene wet noise of it, the salty taste, the frantic way he fucked into my face.

He throbbed, pulsing, leaking more. I could sense he was close.

But I wasn’t letting him come, not yet. I slowed, let go, licking a stripe from root to tip. “Need you inside me,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Can’t wait.”

His hands shook as he grabbed my arms, dragging me to my feet then shoving me onto the couch. Kane blanketed me, pinning me with his weight. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry, possessive, devouring the taste of himself from my lips.

His hand scrabbled at my belt, undoing it in seconds, yanking my jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh.

My erection snapped up, flushed and leaking. Kane growled, grabbed it, and stroked me. Wet, hard, perfect.

His other hand cupped my balls, rolling them as he bit down on my shoulder. I arched into him, moaning, letting him do whatever he wanted.

“Been thinking about this since that first night,” he rasped out against my neck. “Wanted to see you like this, fucked out, desperate for my dick.”

“God, you have no idea,” I gasped. “I’m dying for it.”

He squeezed my cock, then let go, dropping to his knees. Without warning, he buried his mouth, inhaling my dick like he’d die without it.

Heat exploded up my body. The way Kane sucked was wild. No hesitation, just pure filthy hunger. He licked and bobbed, tongue swirling, never letting up on the pressure.

My hand gripped his head, urging him deeper. I couldn’t stop the needy, helpless noises spilling out of me.

He only let me have it for a minute. Then he reared up, eyes glazed, and spun me to my belly on the couch, yanking my jeans down to my ankles.

Cold air hit my ass, followed by his big palm. He squeezed, kneading my cheeks, spreading them apart.