by Celia Crown
Kane pulls her hair back, letting her breathe with dazed eyes.
She looks so beautiful, debauched and chasing after his cock with abandon.
“Get up,” he commands, and she complies wordlessly.
Hands using his thighs as support for her weak knees, her eyes refuse to leave his still hard cock. Hungry for his length, she obeys on shaky legs and waits for his words.
“Undress now.” his hand pumping vigorously in short and fast twists of his wrist.
Her hands trembles at the edge of his shirt before lifting it up over her head, no seductive tact, just hasty actions to remove the fabric away from her burning body.
Honey stands in front of his scrutinizing eyes, bra enhancing the curve of her round breasts and matching underwear shows wetness between her thighs. Her hands bend behind her back and unclip the bra easily, but her hands shake even more when his eyes bore into her half-naked form.
“Off.” he reminds her.
She lets the bra straps slide down her arms and plops unceremoniously on the floor of his bedroom. Pink nipples stiffen under his appreciative eyes as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her nude panties.
Honey doesn’t want to wait any longer to feel his inked hands on her, to feel them caress her soft skin while he pounds into her little pussy.
He croaks his finger at her as he lets go of his lengthy girth. She stumbles to him, ungracefully desperate to be filled. Honey reaches him with them face to face even when he’s sitting down. The vast difference between their bodies makes her purr.
He’s big and strong, willing to manhandle her into his lap with a rough tug on her waist and a possessive hand clasping on her ass with a loud smack that has her jerking her clit up the underside of his cock.
She cries softly at the exhilarated sensation.
Kane’s strength shows through how he can easily lift her hips while she lays sluggishly against his chest, and one hand guiding his weeping cock to poke her wet slits. She whimpers when he nudges her slippery button with the reddened tip.
Her thighs trembles in exertion, struggling to hold herself up as her arms wrap themselves around his wide shoulders. Her pebbled nipples scrape on his heaving chest, Honey laps his neck as she nibbles on his skin to leave her mark.
“I’m not on anything,” she stammers out, a nervous fire flickering in her stomach as his hand pauses at lowering her down on his cock.
The wide tip fits snuggly inside her fluttering walls as he grounds out with thinning restraint.
“Good.” it’s the only thing he says.
Chapter Nine
Kane
Kane hisses in agony, fighting the urge to thrust his big cock into her untouched cunt. She’s tight; her inner muscles molding and confused as to hold on to his girth or force the unfamiliar intrusion out.
She moans brokenly, and he loves the sound of it.
Heat floods her body, pooling deep between her legs as her clit aches for attention. Her pussy drips between her spread folds, his cock stretches her tight cunt with a speck of soreness.
Her ass is flush against his thighs as she struggles to breathe.
“Kane,” she whispers, squeezing his massive size.
Accommodating his girth is hard, she can feel him nudging deep inside her as he forces her to still her rocking hips.
“Sit on my cock, and don't you dare move.”
His callous fingers work in quick circles on her sodden clit, her silky pussy stretches and throbs around his cock with soft little shudders ruining her body.
“Kane,” she moans, lips trembling with the same ferocity as her thighs. “Don’t tease.”
Honey is putty in his hands; bulky muscles caging her quivering form with a hand marking its territory on her ass and wicked fingers rolls her button roughly, sending her into a spiral of euphoric torment.
Her toes curl at the escalating tightness in her stomach, and he can feel it too through the contracting walls of her spoilt cunt. His balls are soaked with her pussy juice as he stops his fingers from giving her the release she needs.
“No,” she hiccups pitifully, eyes begging with blurred. “Please.”
He hasn’t made a single thrust and she doesn’t know how long time has passed. It feels too long; between his torturously slow rolls of her clit and ruthless pinches, she lost track of how many times she was denied the chance of coming.
“I’m feeling generous,” he tells her with a kiss, “This is for your own good.”
He emphasized the word with a slap on her ass, jolting her hip to shift his cock deeper.
“For what?” Honey blinks away the weariness, rotating her hips that pulls a shaky cry from her rosy lips.
“Your self-control. A little thief without discipline doesn’t deserve to cum.”
His muscled arms latch onto her hips, making his cock drag out of her and ram back in. Kane begins with short and slow thrusts that has her voicing her lovely pleads in his ears.
The abandoned orgasm is starting to build its way back to her again, with greater intensity this time as he hammers his length. Her sopping cunt accepts his girth every time he fucks through her shudders.
Honey can’t do anything other than holding onto him, her neglected nub begins to bring delightful burns as she angles further into his arms.
She’s close.
Honey writhes against him with an embarrassed blush, the sound of squelching from his girthy length to her stretched cunt was dirty.
The beast in him purrs with satisfaction that Honey was wholly his, and nothing can take her from him if he can help it.
“Don’t cum,” he snarls, tunneling his hips with increasingly fast pistons.
She shakes her head in his collarbone, that’s not something she can control when all she feels is his cock pounding in her. Each thrust tugs the swollen button that sends her further into wanton desire, and she can’t stop.
It takes him everything to not cum either as he stops his hip, earning an upsetting wail from her. His cock protests with uncontrollable jerks as cum dribbles down his tip and smearing it on her throbbing walls.
“I’m so close,” her voice quivers, digging her nails in his shoulders as his cock gives a jerk at the pain.
“This’ll teach you willpower,” he answers back, sweat beading on his forehead from the restraint on his rocking hips.
Her mind is too jumbled to understand the meaning of his words, but she goes with it if it gets him to move because she will cry if he stops again.
Honey nods in his neck, “Whatever you want.”
“You won’t leave without telling me.”
She nods again quickly.
He thinks it’s good enough for now as he can’t wait any longer.
Her cry of shock falls deaf in his ears when he lifts her off his cock easily, her empty cunt grasping thin air as she is thrown on the bed. His strong hands yank her ass up, and with a hard thrust, he’s stretching her used pussy again.
She holds onto the blanket underneath her as his cock’s vein scrapes against her delicate walls. He feels bigger and heavier in this position, and she’s canting her hips back for more.
“So big.” her eyes rolling back in heated shivers, “Feels good.”
“More?” he growls out, hands pinching the skin on her hips.
She folds her arms under her face and sucks more of him into her drenched pussy. Her nipples lay flat on the bedsheets while she feels the burn as his cock continues to hammer snuggly in her cunt.
“More please.”
Well-mannered little girl, his mind chuckles.
Kane draws his powerful hips back and bucks them forward with new unrestrained hunger to feel her pussy cum on his shaft.
He fucks her with the thirst only she can satisfy. His thick cock tunneling her red cunt relentlessly, a sticky mess drops messily on his sheets. He couldn’t care less when Honey comes on his cock abruptly.
Tighter than before, she grips him with tension rolling in her soft muscles
as she screams into his bed.
Honey writhes, sobbing in slurred pleas of anything.
Kane presses a finger against her clit, pulling a wrecked moan from her as a low roar rumbles out of his throat. His hips come to an erratic stop as his big cock stiffen to empty his hot load within her pulsing walls.
He comes in thick spurts, so much that it spills out.
She hums in exhaustion.
How endearing for her to think this was over.
His tattooed arm curls under her leg and lifts it up as he drives back with force, quick snaps of his hips surprise her into passionate moans. She’s a hot and bothered mess, squirming with euphoria licking her shaking form.
Small and vulnerable under him, he hates the part of his mind that imagined what would have happened if someone else had gotten to her before him. A potent sense of selfishness snaps its teeth at him, mocking him for thinking some bastard can swoop in and steal her.
Gullible and innocent, she trusts too easily, and he snaps his pelvis to her ass in reprimand.
He’ll have to teach her she can’t trust anyone but him.
A perfect thrust hits the spot that makes her mouth go slack and stars bursting behind her eyes as she comes again. Her silky cunt wraps his cock like a vise, it’s heavenly to feel her little pussy milking his cock through warm and wet pulses.
His strength and size leave her no chance to move away from his big cock that’s thrusting wildly into her with desperate wails.
Kane groans, she’s so snug around him that he’s slightly drunk on the sensation trickling down his full balls. Each rocking motion makes her voice bounce brokenly as her tired body can’t keep up with his quick thrusts.
He pins her shoulders to the bed with his other hand spreading her leg wide to drop her hips to his cock. A delicious rush goes down his spine when she calls his name mindlessly, holding on for the ride as he mercilessly pounds into her like an animal.
Honey notices his shift of position when her legs begin to tic in pain. He turns her on her back without taking his length out, and he urges his throbbing cock deeper inside.
She chases his lips for a kiss, and he gives it to her with his own chase.
Her racing heart thuds against his own, breath mingling in heavy kisses. Then, he begins to grind instead of plunging into her.
It’s a new sensation that makes her thrash her hips up to his. She wraps her arms around his waist and digging into his back while she becomes intoxicated by his slow, easy thrusts.
“What do you want?” he rasps against her neck, teeth scraping the moist flesh.
She mutters tenderly, “Kiss me.”
Kane kisses her swiftly.
Her little slits could feel the pleasurable burns again when she tilts up to meet his with no inhibition between them. His teeth scrape over her nipple and her body arches up to his mouth.
Kane grunts throatily, arms straining with effort to hold himself up as he comes with her.
Honey’s smaller body spasms, a softer orgasm than the first one, but still satisfying nonetheless. She feels the steady throbs of Kane’s big cock in her, echoing after her pulsing walls.
Cum pooling deep in her cunt as he thinks about her round with his baby. He bites her neck, darkening the mark he has on her from their cat and mouse game earlier.
“Good,” she slurs, “It’s good. More than good, too good. There’s two of you, Kane. Why?”
Then, she’s out on his bed.
He chuckles, brushing the stray of wet hair from her forehead.
Strange girl, he muses.
His very strange girl.
Chapter Ten
Honey
A note on the nightstand stands out to her when she first wakes up.
How could it not?
Late afternoon sunlight hitting the obnoxiously bright yellow post-it, Honey groans into the pillow. It smells like Kane and she giggles giddily with ecstatic happiness flowing through her sore body.
His side of the bed is already cold by the time she woke up, hands aimlessly searching for his bulky body. She would have lurched out of her warm cocoon when she couldn’t feel him, but her body’s laziness settles deep in her bones that she can’t find the energy to sit up.
Her pussy tingles with pleasant tenderness as she swings her legs over the bed, bare feet hitting the ground with a soft tap. Cold wooden floor sends a chill up her legs as she looks over at the note laying on the nightstand.
Business. Stay in the house.
Even in his writing, he’s serious and collected. Getting straight to the point without wasting another space on the paper. He even has neat handwritings too, could this man be any more perfect for her?
“Shower, shower,” she repeats as their combined juices leaks down her thigh and she squeaks in embarrassment.
Honey’s cheeks turn pink, she shakes the dirty memories out of her mind as she wobbles and limps out the bedroom door. Completely naked, she wonders if she should at least cover up her decency, but she’s going to shower anyway and it’s not like anyone’s in his home.
Every house in town that she saw, they were two-stories, so it could make sense his would be too. It’s plain but it has an interior design that screams his character. No bold colors, they are all neutral.
She walks down the hall to the bathroom. Her first day living with him, she explores his entire house with childish curiosity. Snooping, prying, anyone would have assumed her to be a professional privacy invader at how thoroughly she looks around the house.
With a speed of the wind, her body is standing in the cold tub and hands twisting the water temperature nobs. She waits for the right hotness with smooth skin leaving to give room for a trail of goosebumps. Honey shudders and wiggles to get her blood flowing as if she’s in a belly dance.
As unattractive as she looks butt-naked shaking her hips, she needs to warm up and no one is there to judge her horrid dancing skills.
What feels like three hours is actually fifteen seconds and she greedily let the water cascade down her body with a contented sigh. She’s humming an upbeat tune when she remembers that Mavis and Laura doesn’t know her home was demolished by the flames of hell.
She quickly lathers up the soap in her hands and rubs it on her skin as if she’s scrubbing away her sins.
That’s the wrong thing to think. Nothing about her and Kane are sinful, except everything about him is the epiphany of Lust. His body is all defined groves and mouthwatering muscles, she may or may not have drooled when he walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist one night.
This is one of the rare occasions that she woke up so late. Usually by nine, she is up with a cup of lemon water swooshing in her stomach.
Kane sure tired her out last night, her cheek involuntarily burns again and she rubs harder on her pink skin.
The water shuts off with a twist of her hands as she stubbornly hunts for the towel that she knows is hanging on the rack when she came in. Honey peeks her head out from behind the fogged glass separator.
Of course, he doesn’t have shower curtains.
It shouldn’t surprise her, and it doesn’t either. She wouldn’t have shower curtains either if she can come out the shower, wipe the moisture from the mirror and admire her abs like the pervert she is.
Can’t blame her for wanting to appreciate his sexy body with a lick between each hard lines of muscles.
Honey towels off her breasts, the thick material scraping her sensitive buds and she can feel her pussy squeezing tight for something to fill her up again.
She huffs offensively at herself, Kane roused a sexual appetite in her that has her dependent to his touch.
Honey isn’t someone who likes to stroll around the house naked where someone can see her. Even when her bedroom in her crisped house was on the second floor with an overview of the beach.
She really likes the place, it’s quiet and the smell of the ocean sticks to the wall that gives her house a fresh scent. It’s better than smelling a
rtificial air freshener or pungent candles.
Everything in that house lives up to her expectation of what she paid for; beautiful furniture with edgy artworks hanging on the walls, and a clean space to come home to after a long, stressful day of taking care of patients.
That was before her neighbor went down to the beach to fence naked.
Every morning.
By himself, with a limp dick swinging between his legs.
Her gardener was so traumatized that he stopped shaping doves on her shrubs and quit on the spot with her sipping lemonade.
Honey clears her throat and waves the image of her scrawny neighbor from her mind, it can’t be unseen, but she can pretend she isn’t any the wiser during the two times she met him.
Blonde hair darkens with the weight of the water, it sticks to her back uncomfortably as she grimaces when she pulls the mop of hair to the side of her shoulder.
She stops and shudders in full shivers when she feels a strand of stray hair clinging on her back. Her lips twist in a cringe when she brushes it off with her fingers.
Honey secures the towel over her body, she needs to go back to his room for her clothes after they were washed on the first night and she has been wearing all his clothes since then.
Shirts and briefs.
Pants were optional, only when she’s not wearing his briefs.
She has class and dignity.
It’s too breezy to not wear anything snug.
Not that his briefs are any help because his hips are wider than hers, so they ended up a cross between briefs and boxers.
He often hooks a finger on the edge of his shirt and lifts it enough for his briefs to peek out with her delicate legs. A sense of devouring overprotectiveness roars at seeing her get buried in his clothes.
He tells her that if he can’t see the brief, she might as well not wear them.
She gasps and stammers that she wears the pants in this relationship.
Kane, deadpan and sensible, shoots down the notion with a heated kiss that makes her forget their little banter and asks for more.
