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)
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I ask him at last, when I get tired of trailing around watching him taking measurements.
He shakes his head.
“Maybe we should just go to bed. And maybe tonight I ought to sleep on the couch.”
“What? Why?” I demand, putting a hand on my hip.
Kane gives me a level look.
“You really have to ask? I came in you twice, baby. You might be pregnant right now. I mean, I doubt it, but it’s fucking possible. We need to cool things down.”
Oh so he’s upset about that. I guess I can’t blame him. Actually, I should be more upset myself—I don’t know why I’m not. It just feels so real with him—so right. It’s like we’re meant to be together. He doesn’t feel like my brother—it’s more like he’s a missing piece of my heart that finally came back to me. I know that doesn’t make sense but it’s how I feel.
“Come sit and talk with me.” I lead him over to the sofa and we settle there, side-by-side. “Kane,” I tell him. “You know I’m not mad at you about what we did, right?”
He sighs.
“Well, maybe I’m mad at myself. I shouldn’t have let things go so far.”
“Things just kind of happen sometimes,” I counter. “But that doesn’t mean you should beat yourself up about it. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman—I think you’re doing great.”
“Thanks.” He gives a harsh laugh. “But coming inside you twice when you’re not on any kind of birth control isn’t doing fucking great.” He shakes his head. “I’m just not sure how I got inside you this morning—especially so deep! I can imagine just the head slipping in but I was halfway in you, baby—your tight little pussy was almost full of my cock.”
His words make me squeeze my thighs together as I remember that sight of my pussy impaled on his thick length. I’m so wet right now! Maybe I should have worn panties with this little nightgown.
“I don’t want you to be upset with yourself for that,” I tell him. “Because I…have a confession to make.”
Kane frowns.
“A confession? What do you mean?”
“I mean…you didn’t slip into me by accident this morning,” I admit. “I woke up before you and well, I could feel you right at my entrance and I was curious about how it would feel to have, you know, more than just the head inside me.”
Kane’s eyebrows lift.
“So…you’re saying you slid my cock into your pussy yourself?”
My cheeks are burning as I nod and hang my head.
“But I didn’t mean for it to get so deep in me,” I say, pleadingly. “I couldn’t see anything because we were under the covers. If I had known I was putting so much of you in me…I mean, I just kept backing up and you kept sliding in deeper and deeper and…it just got out of control. I never meant for you to come in me again, though.”
“Hey, baby…it’s all right.” He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my face so we’re eye-to-eye again. “I’m not mad at you for experimenting a little,” he tells me softly. “It’s okay to be curious.” He lets his eyes travel over my body. “It kind of looks like you’re feeling curious again tonight, though. I can see everything through this little gown.” He cups one of my breasts and thumbs the nipple lightly, making me moan.
“I’m sorry I lied to you about how you got inside me,” I say, feeling relieved that he’s forgiving me. “You know that’s not usually my way. I just felt…embarrassed.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Kane says. He sighs. “Actually, I’m the one who ought to be embarrassed. I can’t believe I couldn’t even pull out of you without coming! I used to have better control.”
My heart starts to beat faster.
“You mean…?”
“I mean I should have been able to pull out of you without painting the inside of your pussy with my cream,” he growls. “Before I was in prison, I could have done it—I could have pushed my cock to the hilt in your tight little cunt and pulled it out again without spilling a drop.” He shakes his head. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, I guess I’ve lost my touch.”
“Maybe…” I clear my throat. “Do you want to, you know, practice some? I mean, to try and regain your control?”
He gives me a level look.
“Now, baby—how the fuck would I practice that?”
“I could help you,” I offer. I’m trying to sound calm but my heart is pounding. “I don’t mind, Kane. If…if you need to, you know, practice your control, I’d be willing to help you do that.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“And how could you help me, exactly?”
“You could…you know, put your cock all the way inside me,” I offer. “And then hold it there for a while before pulling out. That’s all.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal but actually my body is aching for this. My pussy feels so empty and my nipples feel tight, like they need to be sucked.