Chapter 320: Thora Rides The Debt (3)

Kane slid his good arm under her, cupped the full weight of her ass with one hand, and spread her open as he lifted.

Thora’s legs locked around his waist on instinct.

He kissed her hard, deep, open-mouthed, tongue sliding against hers, while he carried her the short distance to the nearest clear stretch of wall.

Her back met the cool stone with a thud.

Kane adjusted his grip, braced his good shoulder, and thrust back into her cunt in one powerful stroke that forced a broken sound out of her throat.

"Ah—!"

He didn’t give her time to settle.

The new angle let him drive deeper, hips snapping forward in a hard, steady rhythm that slapped wetly against her.

Thora’s fingers dug into his good shoulder and the back of his neck.

Her breasts pressed against his chest with every thrust, soft and nipples dragging over his skin.

"Like... that," she panted against his mouth.

"Harder. I can take it."

Kane gave her harder.

He hooked one of her knees higher, spreading her wider, and fucked her against the wall with punishing strokes that made the stone at her back the only solid thing holding her up.

Thora’s moans turned raw and open, ah, ah, fuck, each one punched out of her at the end of a thrust.

Her pussy clenched around him in tight pulses that told him she was already close.

"You’re going to come on my cock first," he told her, voice rough against her ear.

"Then I’m taking the rest of you."

Thora’s laugh broke into a moan.

"Then stop talking and make me—"

He ground deep and stayed there, rolling his hips so the head of him rubbed relentlessly against the spot that always undid her.

Thora’s whole body went tight.

Her head dropped back against the wall.

"Ngh—"

A long, shaking cry tore out of her as she came hard, cunt milking him in strong, wet waves.

Kane fucked her through it without slowing, dragging the orgasm out until her thighs trembled and her breath turned into broken gasps against his neck.

Only when the worst of the shaking eased did he pull out.

Thora made a protesting sound at the sudden emptiness.

Kane ignored it.

He shifted his grip, spread the cheeks of her ass with his good hand, and dragged the slick head of his cock downward until it pressed against the tighter hole.

Thora’s eyes snapped open.

She felt the intent immediately.

"Kane—"

"You said you wanted all of it."

He kissed her again, slower this time, while he applied steady pressure.

"Breathe."

She did.

The head of him pushed inside her ass with deliberate force, stretching her open around the thick girth.

Thora’s breath hitched high in her throat.

Her nails bit into his shoulder.

Kane worked himself deeper in controlled thrusts, giving her body time to accept him, until he was buried to the hilt in the tighter heat.

The fit was brutal and perfect.

He stayed still for a moment, forehead against hers, letting both of them feel it.

"Full?" he asked, voice low.

Thora answered with a rough, unsteady laugh.

"You already know the answer. Move before I change my mind about letting you do this while you’re still half-broken."

Kane moved.

He started with deep, grinding strokes that kept most of his length inside her, letting her feel every inch on the withdrawal and the push back in.

Thora’s moans turned sharper, more fractured.

Her ass gripped him like a fist.

He built the pace gradually, until he was fucking her against the wall with the same hard rhythm he had used in her cunt.

The sound of it was obscene.

Thora clung to him, one heel digging into the small of his back, the other leg hooked high over his arm so he could spread her open and take exactly what he wanted.

"Ah—fuck—Kane—"

Her eyes watered.

"I’ve got you."

He bit the side of her neck, not gently.

"You’re going to come again like this. On my cock in your ass. While you’re still shaking from the first one."

Thora’s reply dissolved into a broken moan as he adjusted the angle and drove deeper.

His good hand slid between them and found her clit, rubbing firm, rough circles in time with his thrusts.

"AHHH—"

The dual stimulation ripped a raw sound out of her.

Her body tightened around him almost immediately, still oversensitive from the first orgasm, already climbing toward the second.

"That’s it," Kane growled against her throat.

"Let it happen. I’ve waited too long to feel you come apart like this." ℯℯ𝘭.

Thora’s second climax hit harder than the first.

Her whole body locked, ass clamping down on him so strongly that it nearly dragged him over with her.

A loud, shaking cry tore from her throat as the pleasure ripped through her.

Kane held her through it, still thrusting deep and steady, working her clit until the waves started to crest and break, and she was left trembling and gasping against the wall, completely open and claimed.

He slowed but did not stop. Short strokes kept her full and sensitive while she came down, his mouth moving between her neck and her mouth, kissing her through the aftershocks.

Thora’s hands stayed fisted in his hair and against his shoulder.

Her breath came in ragged pulls against his lips.

"I’ve missed this," she managed, voice wrecked.

"Saying the child thing and then fucking me like this."

Kane’s mouth curved against her cheek.

"You came twice. You can relax"

He shifted his grip, adjusted her weight against the wall, and began to build the pace again, slower than before, but no less deep.

Thora made an oversensitive sound and then locked her legs tighter around him.

"It hurts."

"I know."

"More," Thora muttered against his ear, already sounding half-gone and still greedy.

"Don’t you dare stop at two."

Kane’s answer was a deeper thrust and the scrape of his teeth along her jaw.

"Wasn’t planning to."