He spread her buttocks and outer sex wider, pressing more firmly to her. Again, she had that feeling of being split wide open beneath the onslaught of him, exposed . . .

. . . exquisitely desired.

His head moved back and forth as he lashed at her and simultaneously provided a firm, gentle suction. Her clit sizzled under his ruthless tongue. His obvious hunger battered at her awareness, unceasing and ruthless.

She cried out sharply moments later as orgasm slammed into her. He continued to eat her, his zeal never relenting. In fact, her pleasure seemed to amplify his ardor, as if he could actually swallow her bliss, and did so greedily.

Lin’s head sagged beneath her bracing forearms, her ragged breathing causing a patch of appearing and disappearing vapor on the surface of the mirror. She was vaguely aware of Kam rising behind her, a giant, awesome male presence. His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her. She whimpered.

“Shhh, mon petit chaton,” he soothed, even though his own voice was rough and thick with arousal. “Bend over the counter and brace yourself. I will have my pleasure of you now.”

He swatted her bottom firmly, the swift spank like a miniature electric jolt to her satiated brain. She bent over the counter as he’d instructed, exposing her ass and pussy. She saw him fumbling with and jerking at his clothing behind her. I will have my pleasure of you now. Her sex clenched tight in excitement. He was going to push that beautiful, big cock into her, stretch her, make her take it all again and again . . .

He didn’t fuck her immediately, however. Instead, he spanked her bottom several more times with a taut palm, creating arousing cracks to echo off the bathroom walls. Lin gasped, stunned at how the burn on her ass cheeks so quickly transferred to her clit, making it simmer in sympathy. She stared at Kam in the mirror, spellbound by the vision of his tight features as he squeezed an ass cheek and then spanked her again.

“Ooh” popped out of her throat. He glanced up at her with a white-hot gleam in his eyes. Holding her stare in the mirror, he swatted the underside of a buttock briskly, then paused to rub and soothe the punished flesh.

“Is this honest enough for you, Lin?”

“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m going to show you more honesty,” he assured. He reached around her and pumped several times at one of two bottles that sat side by side on the sink. She caught a whiff of a fruity scent and realized it was a hand lotion placed there to use following washing. Suddenly he was moving his hand back and forth between his legs. She went still, arousal spiking through just as hot and potent as it had before. He was rubbing the lotion on his cock, lubing it. She couldn’t see the full image of him because her own body blocked it in the mirror.

He put a hand on her rib cage, halting her when she strained to watch him. She gave a frustrated cry. What sane woman wouldn’t want to view such an exciting vision of Kam rubbing lubrication on his cock? He seemed determined to deny her the treat, however.

“Put your forearms on the counter and rest your forehead on top of them,” he instructed gruffly. She hesitated, meeting his stare in the mirror. In that position, she would be fully denied the erotic image of him. It was the equivalent of blindfolding her. And what was he going to do? He’d lubricated himself with the lotion. Her heart began to pound very fast. He wasn’t going to—

“I told you I would have my pleasure of you, and I will. But I know you said you were a little sore still,” he murmured, low and seductive, interrupting her anxious excitement. Again, she saw his arm moving as he jacked himself slowly and deliberately while he watched her. She bit her lip to cut off a whimper. Why did those words arouse her so much? “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but . . .”

“This isn’t the kind of lubrication that should be used for that. I’m not going to do that. Not now,” he added baldly, and she realized he’d read her anxiety about him putting his cock into her ass. Heat rushed into her cheeks. A small smile pulled at his lips, and Lin felt herself melting. Oh no. What was happening to her?

“Now, take the position,” he dared quietly.

She lowered her head, but slowly, giving her time to see the slight snarl that pulled at his lips when she followed his instructions.

“You have the most incredible eyes,” she heard him say before she placed her forehead on her forearm, blinding herself from him.

He spanked her bottom several times, making her skin prickle and heat. “Let’s make this ass nice and hot,” she heard him say thickly. He parted the cheeks and she felt the cool air tickle her wet pussy, perineum, and asshole. Her eyes sprung wide as she stared blindly down at the specks in the granite countertop. He grunted, low and harsh. Then he was swatting her again, this time getting at the tender, hidden skin deeper in the crack.

“Kam,” she cried shakily, undone by the intimacy of what he was doing.

“Shhh, try to relax. I’m not going to hurt you, and you will be giving me so much pleasure. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she assured fiercely. A shudder went through her when she felt his heavy, warm cock drop into the widened crack of her ass. She could feel the lubricated shaft pulse next to her sensitive asshole. She clamped her eyelids shut. How much more of this intensely intimate touching could she take? A whimper escaped her constricted lungs when he used his hands to bunch her buttocks around his burrowed cock. He flexed, his harsh groan of pleasure tearing right through her.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he grated out as he dragged his cock down through the valley of flesh he’d created between her buttocks. He immediately pushed it back again, the lotion providing an easy glide, until she felt his balls press tight against her lower bottom. For several tense moments, he thrust back and forth between the crack of her ass, squeezing her buttocks around his cock as he fucked her flesh in a pistonlike fashion. She didn’t mean to make a sound—she was too busy focusing her entire attention on the illicit sensation of his fat cockhead burrowing up between her ass cheeks and rubbing against her spine—but apparently a shaky moan escaped from her throat. He paused, still clutching her buttocks around his cock.

“I know this can’t be giving you any pleasure,” he muttered, his voice sounding thick, his breathing erratic. “But it feels so good. I’m not trying to humiliate you, though. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she said, biting her lip when she realized how emphatic she’d sounded. She squeezed her eyelids shut, suddenly glad he’d told her to put her head down. “It’s not humiliating. It’s . . .”

“What?” he demanded tautly, and she could easily imagine his intense expression in that moment, the one he got when he caught the whiff of something being withheld and went in for the kill.

“Turning me on.”

He groaned gutturally at her shaky admission and immediately began plunging his cock between her squeezed buttocks again. His thrusts became more forceful and strident, the sound of his pelvis thumping against her ass synchronizing with Lin’s heartbeat in her ears. Her pussy clamped tight, growing achy. Needy. She longed to feel him thrusting so eagerly into her sex . . . her mouth . . . anywhere. But it was a sweetness unlike anything she’d known before to have her body giving him such a hot, forbidden pleasure, to hear his feral grunts and moans. Even if she wasn’t sharing in the sharpness of his bliss, she loved being a part of it . . .

. . . being used for it, but used willingly.

And she’d be lying if she said there was no direct pleasure in it for her. Especially as his excitement grew and his cock swelled even larger in the pocket of pressing flesh he’d formed for himself, she could intimately feel him rubbing against the sensitive, usually untouched flesh of her perineum and asshole. She was surprised at how many nerves were there, and found the stimulation very sharp and arousing. She made a desperate sound and cut it off by biting at her forearm.

“What? Do you like my cock rubbing against your asshole?” he rasped, never stopping in his rapid thrusting.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“How could I have ever thought you were cold?” he grated out, sounding a little crazed. His pelvis popped against her bottom so hard, she lurched forward slightly, her forehead sliding off her arm. He jerked his hips back several inches, dragging his cockhead back to where it nestled at the top of her crack. He squeezed her buttocks so tight around his cock, she winced. “You’re such a hot little thing,” he muttered tensely, pulsing his hips back and forth rapidly just a fraction of an inch.

He shouted. Lin’s eyes sprung wide at the sensation of warm semen shooting against the base of her spine. Kam’s shout segued to a guttural growl as he continued to slide his cock in very short strokes back and forth between her buttocks.

He leaned forward toward her ear, still clutching her bottom as he ejaculated. “The next time, I’m going to be inside your little ass when I come. You won’t be able to keep any secrets from me then, will you?”

Lin clenched her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sound of his dark, intense declaration and the sensation of him still coming next to her spine, the warm fluid pooling at the top of her ass. Their heated exchange had been, by far, the most intimate, not to mention scalding, sexual experience she’d ever had. The truth alarmed her.

But unfortunately, that didn’t make it any less true.

A moment later, she leaned up slightly and watched Kam in the mirror as he slid his cock out, still pinching her buttocks together with one strong hand. He reached with a long arm and snagged some tissues, mopping her dry before he released his snug hold on her. In the mirror, she could see his light eyes contrasted with his sex-flushed, perspiration-glazed features. His pants and underwear were gathered around his lower thighs. She remained still, allowing him to dampen a washcloth and clean his residue from her skin, but then she stood. What they’d done before—what she’d allowed him to do to her—had been outrageously illicit. His gentle cleaning of her felt no less personal, but also sweet. Poignant. It was unbearable somehow.