Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I’m really sorry,” Kane apologizes again, making me feel guilty. “I swear I didn’t do this on purpose, baby. I know how you feel about letting me put my cock in you. And fuck—I’m over halfway in you!” He nudges in and out of me again, just a little, as though to prove his point.
“It…it’s okay,” I reassure him breathlessly because it feels so good having him in me. “I know it was an accident. Just take a deep breath and slide it out of me.”
“Okay,” he says.
We’re still lying on our sides and he slips one big hand under my thigh.
“I’m going to lift your top thigh to open you up some,” he tells me. “You’re so tight right now—that’s what’s making it so fucking hard not to come.”
We both watch as he lifts my leg, which only shows how deep he is in me and how tightly my pussy mouth is stretched around his thick shaft.
Slowly, inch by inch, Kane starts to slide out of me. I bite my lip as I see his cock—all shiny from my juices—slowly coming out of my pussy. I never would have guessed I could get something so big so deep inside me…and yet I can’t help wishing I could feel even more of it. I wonder if I could take his knot…
Then I remind myself again that he’s my brother and I shouldn’t be thinking that way about him. I should be horrified by what I’m watching—his thick cock sliding out of me. But I can’t seem to get upset. It feels too good to have him in me and I can’t lie—part of me wishes he’d shove it back inside—all of it this time, even the knot. I know it’s bad to think that way, but I can’t seem to help it.
“God, baby, look how tight you are—look at your soft little pussy wrapped around my cock,” Kane growls. “You really took me deep, didn’t you?”
“Not on purpose,” I lie and then add, “You feel so big inside me.”
“That’s because you’re so tight,” he tells me. “God, you feel so good around me! Fucking…trying not to come in you but it’s fucking hard, baby!”
“Take it out slowly,” I tell him. “Just ease it out of my pussy.”
“Trying to, baby,” he growls. “Trying not to come in you again…”
He’s about halfway out of me as he says this and then I feel his cock start to throb and he curses,
“Fuck!”
A hot jet of his cream fills my pussy and then he’s pulling out as fast as he can. But he’s still coming and I don’t want it all over my quilt!
Without thinking, I lean over him and take his spurting cock in one hand, feeding the head into my mouth. Hot jets of his salty/sweet cinnamon-flavored cream pulse against my tongue and I swallow as fast as I can, trying to handle it all. I can taste my own secret flavor on his shaft and I like it…like it a lot, even though I know I shouldn’t.
“Baby, what the fuck?” Kane growls hoarsely, looking down to where I’m kneeling between his thighs, sucking his cock. But he doesn’t try to stop me from swallowing his cream. In fact, one big hand comes up and he strokes the curtain of hair that has fallen over my face away so he can watch me doing it. “Fuck—you’re making me come even harder!” he groans as he sees me sucking and swallowing…sucking and swallowing.
At last the spurts stop. I give him one last sucking kiss to get the last of his cream and then straighten up, my cheeks red with shame.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just didn’t want it getting all over Nan’s quilt!”
“I’m more afraid of what I got inside you. Did I come in you before I pulled out? Spread your legs and let me see.”
Obediently, I lay back on the bed and open my thighs for him.
Kane spreads my pussy lips and groans.
“Looks like I did it again, baby,” he says ruefully. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Looking down, I see what he means. White cream is leaking from my pussy mouth—it’s clear he got off at least one or two spurts inside me before he pulled out.
“It’ll be all right,” I say, trying to put a brave face on it. “After all, you came in me last night too. If something was going to happen, the damage is already done.”
“It’s still not good for me to flood your pussy with my cum,” he says grimly. “Even by accident.”
“But your knot wasn’t in me,” I protest. “I mean, you were only about halfway inside me when you, er, creamed me—so it should be all right. Right?”
“Hopefully.” He sighs. “Better get cleaned up, baby. We need to get to work.”
I look at the clock.
“Crap! I don’t even know if I have time for a shower!”