Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 269

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

"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.

"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.

"Please," I whispered breathlessly. "Please!" I begged, opening my eyes to see Kane grinning smugly down at me. I knew I would not win; his eyes that glowed with Rolo's presence told me as much.

"I am sexy as fuck, now, do me a favour, Ace, and fuck me like it's my last night on this earth." I laughed; my face softened into an expression of exhilaration.

"They are going to hear." I cried knowing at any moment, we could be found in this very exposing, very alarming position on Kane's packhouse kitchen counter.

However, thankfully, the door did not open, and we were left in peace as Kane brought me to a very loud, very satisfying orgasm that took hold of my entire body, leaving me weak and quivering, my toes curling on his shoulders. All the while, I lay beneath him as he continued to thrust his cock inside of me, finally reaching his own orgasm that left him unable to speak or move, collapsing against me, still between my legs.

"I can't do this, princess; I can't part from you again." He whispered against my heated flesh. "It's torture." He sobbed, making my heart ache for him as I realised that maybe not having the memories was better than knowing exactly what it was you had lost and not being able to do anything about it... maybe... but not definitely.