The second we stepped inside the house, I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled Kane straight into his study and kissed him desperately, grinding my soaked p***y against his thigh like a b***h in heat. My hands fumbled with his belt, frantic and needy.
He growled low in his throat, lifting me effortlessly onto his desk again. Papers scattered everywhere as he shoved my skirt up to my waist, spread my legs obscenely wide, and thrust into me in one smooth, powerful stroke. The sudden fullness made me scream. We f****d hard and fast — raw, passionate, and possessive. The heavy oak desk creaked violently under us as he pounded me, his thick c**k stretching my c*m-filled p***y with every brutal thrust. Wet, filthy slapping sounds echoed through the room.
Then Kane flipped me onto my back,
