Satisfaction Guaranteed (15 page)

"Very good. Now kiss it."

She brushed her lips against the velvety skin that was stretched taut as his cock swelled to full readiness. She opened her mouth to take as much of him inside as she could, relaxing her throat, sucking and licking his shaft as he filled her mouth.

He thrust in and out, fucking her lips, coating her tongue with the taste and feel of him, and Sabrina realized dimly that she was still poised on the brink of shattering.

Giving him head wasn't a pause in the foreplay. It was making her even more excited, making her even hotter. She wanted his cock between her legs, wanted him to plunge into her and fill her. He was so big that it could actually hurt if he did it hard enough, fast enough, and some part of her wanted that. Wanted him to make her feel every inch of him taking her so thoroughly, so demandingly, that she couldn't stretch to accommodate him fast enough without a measure of erotic pain.

He pulled out of her mouth, and she made a sound of protest.

"On your back. Spread your legs wide. Show me your sexy bare pussy."

Sabrina melted into the mattress and opened her thighs as wide as she could push them apart. She watched through half-closed eyes as he moved between them, one hand on each thigh in a possessive hold. He slid his hands toward her
center until his fingertips just brushed her labia. "I'm going to take you now."

Every nerve in her body screamed,
Yes!

Kane guided his cock into position and lowered his body over hers. She could hear his harsh breathing and knew he was as lost to need as she was. Good. She wanted him to want this as intensely as she did, wanted his balls to ache with the need to fuck her.

"Hard," she managed to say through swollen lips. "Make it hard, Kane. Make it hurt a little."

"You want to hurt so good?" Kane asked as he settled himself on her.

"Yes." His body felt incredibly good on hers, the heat of his bare skin teasing her aching nipples, the crisp hair on his thighs rubbing against the smooth skin of hers, the implacable pressure of his cock against her slick and oh, so sensitive opening. "Please."

"You don't have to be polite." Kane drove into her, giving her all of him in one hard, demanding thrust.

"Kane."
She hugged him to her with her arms and legs and dug her nails into his back. Her spine bowed and she arched into him, lost, taken. He withdrew and then plunged back in to the hilt before she could recover, before she could relax enough to make it easy, and her flesh resisted as he took her. It intensified every sensation. She'd never felt so tight, so utterly filled to capacity and beyond.

"More," she whispered, clinging to him. "Kane. I need—"

She couldn't say what she needed but sensed instinctively that he knew and could give it to her. He growled low in his throat, and the sound made her shudder and clench
around him. He thrust hard and fast and deep, fucking her furiously, pushing all the way in until the head of his cock touched her cervix. The deep pressure was almost a pain as he forced the thick length of himself all the way into her again and again until she was too soft and slick to offer anything but surrender, welcoming his entry.

"That's right," he grated out as her body softened for him. "Take my cock. Take all of it."

"Kane." She whispered his name and raked him with her nails, needing more and unable to say what eluded her.

"I love fucking you hard," he growled out as he rode her. "I'm not going to stop. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and you can't do anything but lie there and spread your legs for me and take it."

His words hit her deep in her most erotic imaginings, and his cock plundered her while he had her trapped under his body, at his mercy. Sabrina felt her vaginal walls clamp down hard on his shaft, felt the wave that had been building sweep over her, and then she was drowning in sensation and a pleasure almost too intense to bear.

"Stay with me, kitten. I don't mind your claws." Kane slid his arms under her, holding her tight while he rocked into her. Sabrina whimpered and moaned and convulsed around him, then screamed when he throbbed deep inside her and spilled himself into her oversensitized inner flesh. She dug her nails into him again and ground her hips into his, shaking and helpless, racked with spasms of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

It seemed like hours later when she loosened her grip on him. "Sorry," Sabrina said. Her voice sounded low and gravelly, as if she'd been smoking, and that made her want
to giggle because smoking was supposed to happen
after
sex.

"You didn't hurt me," Kane said. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, pure male satisfaction on his face. "You can purr for me or be a wildcat. Either way, I'm going to fuck you until I'm good and finished. For variety I'll fuck your soft little mouth, and then I'll fuck you in the ass while I finger-fuck you between the legs."

"Promises," Sabrina mumbled. Her tongue didn't seem to fit in her mouth, her mouth felt like the wrong shape, and her body was stretched to capacity with Kane still buried deep inside her, his body covering hers.

"Doing all right?" He frowned at her and levered his weight off of her. "Can you draw a complete breath?"

"No. Forgot how."

He pulled out of her, and she clutched at him. "No, don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, but you need to breathe." Kane stretched out on his back and pulled her on top of him, arranging her on his long frame to his satisfaction. He cupped the back of her head and pressed it against his chest, her face turned to the side. "Breathe for me. Nice and slow. Deep breaths. Steady. Let yourself come back down, nice and easy."

Sabrina let out an unsteady laugh. "There's no coming back down from that. That thing you keep in your pants ought to be a registered weapon."

"I think 'love gun' is even worse than 'purple-helmeted warrior.' Don't go there," he warned her.

"Don't have to. You said it."

"Hell." She heard the realization in his voice and would
have smiled, but her mouth wasn't up to it yet. Every muscle in her body felt slack and spent.

Kane stroked her hair and her back, then wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently from side to side. "Talk to me, Sabrina. I take back everything I said about your mouth. You make me nervous when you're this quiet. Did I hurt you? Do you need anything?"

"I need something. I don't know what." She cuddled into him and let his warmth and his clean masculine scent wrap around her like a protective cocoon. "You hurt me just right. I think I almost had a heart attack. Can you actually die from coming too hard?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh. "You're talking again, in complete sentences and words of more than one syllable. Now I know you're fine."

"I'm fine. I just can't move, and for a while there my lips didn't work."

"They worked when it mattered." Kane gave her a gentle squeeze. "Your oral skills are outstanding."

"Yours, too," she mumbled into his chest.

"I haven't given you oral sex yet. You might want to withhold judgment." His voice made a comforting rumble below her ear.

"I don't have to," she informed him, stretching lazily and feeling her bare body slide against his in a very interesting way. "The way you kiss told me everything I need to know. When you put that mouth between my thighs, I'm going to hit the stratosphere in about nine seconds." And the sensation of his skilled lips on her waxed-bare labia was something she wanted very much to experience.

"I love an easy woman."

"Doesn't get easier than a woman you're holding as your love prisoner."

Sabrina exerted herself to lift her head enough to grin at him. The sight of him stole her breath all over again. His black mane of hair spread out on the pillow, making his features look even harsher, more primitively male, than he looked with it neatly tied back. His muscles gleamed with a sheen of exertion, and every rippling line of his shoulders, chest, and arms made her want to touch him everywhere.

"You are so hot for an old guy," she informed him. "If this is your midlife crisis, feel free to chain me up and drip wax on my nipples. You're worth it."

Kane quirked a brow at her. "Feeling grateful, are we?"

"God, yes. An orgasm that intense should get a shrine erected in honor of the memory. Do you have anything to make a shrine with?" Sabrina traced the muscles of his upper arms with one finger, unable to resist the urge to touch and explore.

"Cocoa packets?"

Sabrina giggled and gripped his biceps with both hands. "Look at the muscles on you. What do you do for a living?"

"Can't tell you. I'd have to kill you." Kane's face gave nothing away, his voice equally bland.

"Huh. Back to Bluebeard's closet, are we?" Sabrina gave him a measuring look. "I can eliminate things I know you don't do. You're not in the military with that hair. You also don't work in corporate America."

"Why so curious?" He ran his hands up her back in a slow, massaging stroke that made her go limp. Sabrina collapsed on him again, enjoying the firm pressure along either side of her spinal column.

"I'm a woman. I'm curious."

"I thought you wanted anonymous sex with a perfect stranger. No last names, no real information about each other, except for what we wanted in bed." Kane worked his way up and down her back, and Sabrina found it very difficult to focus on the conversation. Lassitude spread through her, and her body felt heavy after the intensity of her physical response.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm not curious about you." Sabrina nuzzled his chest and planted a random pattern of soft kisses on his bare skin. "Aren't you curious about me? What I do for a living?"

"You're a Mafia hit woman on vacation. You've just finished a job over the border in Canada, and you wanted some satisfaction after the action. Killing makes you want to commit a life-affirming act. Sex with a stranger means you don't risk any complications, anybody getting too close or finding out too much about you. You used the agency as the most efficient means of locating a suitable partner for your exotic tastes."

His voice was low and lazy as he rubbed her back. Sabrina shook with helpless giggles. When she could finally speak, she said, "Mafia hit woman? Killing makes me want to commit a life-affirming act? Why don't you sound more concerned about being in bed with a dangerous woman?"

"Well, you're only dangerous for a fee," Kane explained. "Nobody's hired you to hit me, and as long as I satisfy your base urges, I'm in no danger. You're always law-abiding when you're not on the job. It's one of the reasons you have no record and you've never been caught. You're smart."

"I like this explanation." Sabrina nipped at his pectoral
muscle with the sharp edge of her teeth. "I'm dangerous. Don't mess with me. I know forty ways to kill a man and a hundred ways to hide the body."

"I'm bigger than you," Kane pointed out. "And you're not done using me to get your kinky thrills, so I've got no worries."

"I like this fictional identity." She kissed her way up to his throat and scooted higher on his body to kiss his chin. "Makes me feel sexy. You're pretty good at this game. Maybe you should write a book."

"I'll keep that in mind." Kane rolled over with her, placing her underneath him again. His chest pressed against her nipples, making them harden in response. "Meanwhile, there's another game I'm interested in."

Kane looked at the woman sprawling underneath him. The feel of her soft body cradling his aroused him all over again. Seeing her naked and flushed and thoroughly satisfied made him feel possessive and primitive. Sabrina might be temporary, but right now she was his, and he had her right where he wanted her. In his bed, on her back.

Research had never been so enjoyable. This plan was a stroke of genius.

"I think I know what you need," he informed her.

"Oh?" Her pink bow of a mouth curved in a half-smile, and her brown eyes sparkled. "A game of chess?"

"I had another game in mind."

She gave him an innocent look. "Hide the salami?"

He shook his head at her. "Were you born evil, or did your life as a hardened Mafia contract killer make you this way?"

"The old nature-versus-nurture question. Good one. That should keep us busy for a while. Or you could find
a creative way to shut me up." Sabrina batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously, and it was all he could do not to laugh.

"I was actually thinking you might want a quick shower."

"Oh." She let out a long sigh. "I guess you old guys have a longer recovery time, huh?"

"I deeply regret using our age difference as an objection." Kane shifted his position to let her feel the proof that he didn't need long to recover. He was hard and ready. He watched her eyes widen and then darken as he rocked his pelvis to stroke his cock along her passion-swollen labia. She was soft and slick. It would be so easy to slide inside her again.

"So you admit you're not too old for me." Sabrina gave him a smug look that changed to sexual hunger as he probed her opening with the blunt head of his penis.

"I'm exactly the right age for you," Kane said. "You need an experienced man who knows how to satisfy your cravings." He thrust into her slowly this time, waiting for her body to stretch around him and accept his intrusion, yielding to him as he pushed forward until he was balls deep in her tight, wet heat.