Chapter 29

TWENTY-NINE

W e are speeding home, his expression hard and determined. He keeps glancing at me, his eyes hungry and obsessive, and I can't help but tease him. I know I shouldn't, since Kage is unpredictable when it comes to me, but he's so much fun to play with.

Leaning over, I press my breasts against his arm as I drag my hand up his thigh so I can squeeze his rock-hard dick. The car swerves as he swears. I sit back and blink innocently as he glares at me. "Fallon."

"Yes, baby?" I purr.

We swerve again, his eyes landing on me. Grinning, I lean farther back in the seat, letting my thighs fall open. I slide my hand up to the waistband and slip my fingers inside.

He looks at the road and then to me. "Don't you fucking dare."

"No? Focus on the road. You're busy, and so am I." I slide my hand lower, and I swear his soul leaves his body with the noise he makes.

He growls my name, and I know I pushed him too far. With jerky movements, he turns the car and speeds faster away from the city rather than into it, and then he pulls over at a dead end. There are no lights except for the ones from his car. When he turns to me, his face is dark, and I swallow in anticipation.

"Kage," I start, but he throws me into the back seat. I land with a gasp, and then he's on me, his lips crashing onto mine. He kisses the fuck out of me, swallowing my noises as I grip his shirt. He finally pulls away, both of us panting.

"Call me baby again," he demands breathlessly.

Smirking, I arch up and lick his lips. "Make me."

The cry that's ripped from my lips as he bites down on my throat is so loud, it echoes around the car. He makes quick work of shoving my clothes out of the way, and then his fingers plunge inside me as he licks the wound.

"Say it," he orders against my skin as he twists his fingers, rubbing my walls until I cry out again, my back arching up. My legs part to give him better access as he bites my neck again. "Fallon."

Sliding my hand up his back, I grip his hair and yank him away from me, breathing heavily as I stare into his dark orbs. "Make me," I demand.

His fingers disappear, and before I can utter a word, he rolls us, the car rocking as I find myself atop him as he stretches out in his back seat. He grips my hips, lifts me, then drops me onto his cock.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, the sudden stretch and intrusion causing a choked sound to escape my lips. It burns, but it soon turns into a fiery pleasure as he rocks me on him. His hands move my hips as I whimper.

"Ride me, let me watch you claim me." He groans. "Just like that. Move those pretty hips and take me deeper. We both know you can."

My head falls forward as I press my hands against his chest and start to work with him. My pussy grows slicker with my want, making it easier to ride his huge cock. Each slide makes my breath catch in my throat as I watch him, and he watches me.

"Good girl," he praises. "Just like that. Look at you. Fuck, Fallon, you drive me crazy. Being buried in your pretty pussy and watching you come apart for me is all I think about, but you know what I crave even more?"

"What?" I ask, sliding my hands up my body to squeeze my breasts, claiming my pleasure .

"That. You using me to get off, taking what you want, and claiming your own pleasure. I fucking love it. I could come just from watching you get off. Come for me, Fallon. Come all over me. Use me for it. I'm yours, every inch of me."

He sits up, turning us so his back is against the seat, our bodies pressed together. The new position drives him deeper, and I clench around him as I cry out.

I kiss him, letting him swallow my sounds of pleasure, and then I start moving for real, using him like he wanted. My desire becomes so thick, I am beyond reason. Everything else flees other than my need to come, and I bounce on him harder, faster, to find what feels good.

Breaking the kiss with a moan, I lean back and slide a hand down my body to grab his on my hip, and then I press his fingers to my clit. "Keep them there," I order. "Keep pressing there while I fuck you."

When he doesn't move, I let go, gripping the seat and moving faster. Each roll of my hips presses my clit into his fingers while he bottoms out inside me. The ecstasy makes me cry out and speed up.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with adoration. "My girl, you are magnificent."

His dirty words only spur me on, and when he presses his fingers harder against my clit, I climb toward my release.

My head tips back as my hands hit the other seats, desperate to find purchase as I ride him. When he leans closer and bites my nipple through my shirt, I fly.

I cry out his name as I grind down onto his cock, clenching him as I gasp and writhe. Pleasure rolls through me so strong, it steals my breath.

His groan fills the air, and just like he said, he comes from watching me find my pleasure. My eyes widen as I watch him. He presses deeper into my fluttering channel, burying as far as he can as he fills me with his hot cum.

We shake, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, the car still rocking slightly from our movements.

Leaning down, I kiss his lips softly as he groans. "Take me home, baby," I murmur as he jerks inside me, letting me know exactly how much he likes it when I call him that. "I want to play tonight. You'll let me, won't you?"

"Sweetheart, I'd let you carve out my fucking heart, and I'd thank you for it," he replies, kissing me. "But home it is."