Page 43 of Once I Find You

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please, what?”

“Please give me more.”

He stills me on his thigh, and my heart thumps loudly in anticipation of what he’ll do with me next. His hand tightens behind my neck, pulling slightly on my hair and causing a sensation I’ve never felt before. Does having your hair pulled actually feel this good?

“I can take it. Please,” I remind him.

He looks so conflicted, though. His jaw clenches, and his hand drops from my head to my other hip. He suddenly hoists me up, eliciting a small yelp from me. My knees are on either side of his head, resting on the top of the couch cushions.

“Ride my face, and if you do good, I’ll give it to you.” What? I can’t just…sit on him like this!

“I don’t know what to—” I start to protest, but he pulls me down by my thighs and my pussy lands on his face. My hands instantly go to his hair, pulling and holding on for dear life.

Life…Can he even breathe?!

I want to ask, but I’m too lost in the moment. His tongue expertly moves all around me, and I can’t even guess where it goes next at any moment. And…I’ve never felt this good in my life.

Life…again? Wait…seriously, can he breathe?

I’m sure he can sense my panic each time it happens, and this time he pulls me back enough that he can speak again. “You keep lifting up, sweetheart.”

“Uh…well yeah, duh! I’m going to like, break your face, or smother you.”

He laughs, a deep rumble that I never got to fully hear before, and I feel my cheeks rise from the huge smile that naturally erupts from me. “I thought we had a deal?”

“We do!”

“I’m a tough guy, sweetheart. I think I’ve survived worse than being trapped between a woman’s thighs. All you have to do is close your eyes and enjoy how I make you feel. Can you do that for me?” I nod, though he can’t see my face, he must have felt the subtle movement from my body. “Yeah? Do you like that? Tell me.”

I’m too turned on to be embarrassed, but every time he talks to me like that, I get so nervous. I just don’t know how to effortlessly talk sexy like he does. Do I make him feel like the butterflies are going to shoot out of him when I speak, too? I bite my lip, finding the words I know he’d like to hear. “I like it, daddy. I want it.”

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he practically growls.

He pulls me forward a little, and I let myself rest gently on top of him again. He pulls me harder against him, moving his face side to side, and the new sensation immediately forces me to sit properly again as my eyes roll back.

I’m so close. Everything feels so intense…even more than it was last time in his kitchen. My head falls back, and my hand in his hair tightens. His grip on my thighs isn’t loosening, and I’m going to have to take that as a sign that he’s enjoying himself too; because I can’t stop now.

I grind my hips, my pussy sliding across his face with each thrust. His nose rubs against my clit every time I move forward, and I can’t help myself but speed up as it quickly brings me to the edge⁠—

My whole body shudders on top of him, my hips slowing down but not fully seating themselves still as I try to ride out this feeling for as long as I can. I’m still moaning, my hands still tangled in his hair when he quickly lifts me as if I weigh nothing and carries me up the single long step to my bed. He tosses me on it and climbs over me. His eyes are dark like a beast; his face and beard slick from my wetness and release.

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.” His voice is still rough, but desperate. For me. “You feel alright?” he asks, and I nod, still dazed. His hand softly rubs my head as I nod, and I can tell he’s still worried about me. “Come here.”

He sits back, his jaw clenching as he tries to control himself, and extends his hand to me. When I immediately take it, he pulls me forward, and I sit myself on his lap with my shins resting on the bed. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans enough that his hand can finally grab his hard-on through his boxers. I watch, my eyes locked on to the veins on his arm as he pulls it out. I can feel the heat of it, and a shiver of anxiety rushes through me for a moment. My eyes flick up to his, and he grabs the back of my head knowingly.

“You can do it again, can’t you? I want you to do the same thing you just did, baby. Close your eyes and enjoy me. Daddy’s going to take care of you the whole time, so you can let go. I’ll know when you need to stop.”

His words do soothe me, but my insides still scream. Why? Screw the voice inside my head. Screw my body for not listening when I push myself. Screw everything that made me like this. I hate it. I want this so much, it hurts. I won’t let anything stop it this time.

I take a deep breath, lifting myself, and I think I surprise him because his body tenses in anticipation. I close my eyes like he said and fight off every thought swimming through my mind. His head brushes my opening, and a quiet whimper escapes my mouth.

I have my eyes shut tightly, and I suddenly feel his forehead against mine. “You can do it, sweetheart. Fuck—just like that.” He falters when I start to move, and his hand in my hair tightens.

You can do this. It’s Kane. It’s Kane. It’s⁠—

“Look at you, fuck, you’re doing so good baby. Keep going. I know you can take it, because you’re such a good girl. You feel so damn good,” he rasps in my ear. He grips me tightly, and I'm amazed by his restraint. It would be easier if he took me…but maybe I do need to do this myself.