Kane’s POV
My fingers dig into Brandy’s thighs as I slide between her walls over and over again. I’m in f.ucking heaven, trapped between a desperation to increase my speed to heighten the feeling and wanting to drag out the sensations for as long as possible.
Brandy’s eyes are closed, her hands scrunching the bed sheets as she moans softly, her hips moving in time with my slow, methodical thrusts.
Bending forward, I slide my hands beneath her, tugging her upward until I’m kneeling on the mattress, Brandy saddled in my lap.
Running my fingers up her bare skin, I find the clasp for her bra, deftly flicking the hooks apart as it falls down her stomach between us, revealing those plump, perfect t**s to my ravenous gaze.
Grabbing the scrap of lace, I toss it aside, my hands finding her hip
