“What is it?” I smirk, reaching over to touch her chin and redirect her gaze to mine. “What are you hiding?”
She stares at me, the beginnings of a pout on her lips. “Nothing.”
“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” I chuckle. “Are you really going to pretend I don’t know how to read you?”
She bites her lip and her eyes go wide, reminding me of the way her eyes widened last night when she was filled with me and staring up into my eyes. But I can’t let myself think about that for long, my manhood pushing against my pants.
“I used to dream about us having kids together,” she says quietly, a tremor in her voice. “You know when I had my crush. I used to think about it all the freaking time.”
“How many?” I ask, as my mind populates our future home with laughter and love, and closeness.
Love.
The word bounces dangerously around me, threatening to erupt from my lips, but I can’t let myself ponder it for too long.
What we’re building is too delicate already without introducing that atom bomb.
“I always thought about four or five,” she murmurs.
“Boys or girls?”
“I don’t mind,” she says. “I’d like a mixture of both, but the exact numbers doesn’t bother me. And really, if we had all boys or all girls, as long as they were healthy and happy, I wouldn’t care.”
A carnal thrum moves through me. “I like the sound of that we.”
My hand tightens on her leg and she lets out a short moaning noise, prompting something deep to flare awake inside of me. My seed expands and the beast within roars, louder and louder, telling me to claim her, take her, prove to her that she’s mine and she always will be.
“Is it your womb?” I tease lightly, sliding my hand further and further up her leg.
She nods, making that mind-fucking breathy noise again. “It makes no sense. But yeah, Kane, it’s like she’s talking to me.”
“She?” I say, bantering my beautiful woman.
She giggles. “Well, my womb’s hardly going to be a he, right?”
I move further and further up her thigh, applying more pressure the higher I go until my hand is a bare inch from her sex. Heat radiates from that precious place, begging me to close the distance and touch her there.
Her moans fill the air and I can’t help but smirk.
“What?” she whimpers.
“You sound like you’re singing when you moan,” I tell her. “And that reminds me…”
I sit back as my smirk widens. “I still haven’t heard you sing for me, beautiful. I think it’s time we rectified that.”
“You have…”
“A long, long time ago. When you were a kid and were basically invisible to me. I want to hear my woman sings.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispers. “Jeez, just the thought of it makes me feel like I’m going to be sick.”
“I wouldn’t dream of judging you,” I tell her firmly, smoothing the hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, causing her to turn her face in the cutest gesture imaginable.
She takes a deep breath. “Do you really want to hear?”
“Of course I do,” I snarl. “I want our home to be filled with song. I want you to be able to make it your career if that’s what you want. I want you, Kelly, every part of you, and singing is clearly a big piece of that.”
“That’s true,” she allows with a nod.
“Can you remember a time you didn’t want to be a singer?” I ask.
She shakes her head fiercely, causing a tempting shiver to move through her body, making her cleavage dance enticingly, hot hungry fire filling me up.
“Nope, never. I used to stomp around as soon as I could walk with Mom’s hairbrush in my hand, singing proudly. I don’t know where the urge came from.”
“Sometimes, you just know,” I snarl, sliding my hand down to her shoulder and giving her a carnal, possessive, squeeze.
She bites her lip again – igniting something inside of me – and then nods. “Hmm, I guess sometimes you do.”
“So?” I wave a hand, a smirk lighting up my face when I watch the cute sassy uncertainty move across her expression. “Are you going to sing for me or…”
“I like the sound of that or.” She giggles. “Honestly, I don’t think you’ll want to hear me. I’m not as good as you probably think, you know, with the way I’ve made it such a big part of my personality.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” I say, passion burning through me. “Goddamn, Kelly, I hate it when you put yourself down. You’re an incredible person and you really don’t have to do it. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself. You’re everything I want, for the rest of our lives. Forever.”
She makes that cute whimpering sound that goes right to the base of my cock, causing hard tension to move through my shaft, making me swell with the need to drag her downstairs and into the bedroom before Lena and Jocko return home.
“Okay, okay.” She stands up, letting out a shaky breath, the redness of her cheeks telling me this is a big moment for her. “But please don’t laugh if you don’t like it. Please don’t make fun of me.”
“I would never make fun of you,” I growl, and then let out a dark chuckle. “Well, unless I was teasing you… but that’s an entirely different matter, isn’t it?”
The corner of her lips twitches, her smile illuminating her gorgeous face.
And then she starts to sing, and my whole world changes, even more than it already has. She doesn’t use any words at first – just lets out a long note, hovering in the air, flooded with sunlight and hope for the future, flooded with all the closeness that has brought us together.
On and on, the note goes, prompting an answering note to thrum inside of me. I feel her reaching inside of me and prodding parts of me awake – emotional and important parts – as her voice swirls and swirls all around us.
“There was a man,” she sings, introducing lyrics as she sways softly from side to side. Her eyes are closed and her lips are turned upward in a profound smile. “And there was a girl… And she said to him it cannot be, and he said to her can’t you see, oh, oh, can’t you seeeeee…”
“See what?” I whisper when she trails off.
Her eyes blink open. “I don’t know. I just made it up.”
I love you, the words blaze through my mind. That’s what she was going to say.
My love for her thunders through me, prompting me to my feet as I stalk across the rooftop and grab onto her hips, pulling her toward me so our bodies are flush together.
My manhood presses firmly against her belly, and my seed burns, boils, and roars at me to claim her.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, leaning down until I can feel her breath on my face. “Honestly, that was amazing. You’re going to be a very successful singer one day if that’s what you want.”
“You mean it?”
“I do,” I growl, thinking about a wholly different situation where I might use those words.
“Kane, what about—”
I still her words with a kiss, pushing firmly against her, opening my mouth as our tongues dance together.
I feel her melt – the moment where she gives into our lust when she accepts what I knew the moment Jocko left with Lena.
Our bodies are too hungry, too filled with carnal certainty.
We have to claim each other.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kelly
Tell him to stop, the reasonable part of my mind screams as we stumble through the house, our lips coming apart only long enough for us to find our footing.
This is wrong, I scream silently, trying to convince myself as his hands make firm impressions on my hips, as he drags me into my bedroom and slams the door behind us.
“You feel perfect,” he snarls, spinning me around and grinding his manhood against my ass.
My body responds without me having to give it instructions. I bend over and grind myself against
him, up and down, feeling his manhood push between my ass cheeks and tease my pussy.
My hole is already soaked, my clit tingling the more I grind.
“Fuck, twerk on that dick,” he growls.
“Like this?” I whimper, my whole body filled with heat.
I shift my hips even faster, moving with all the lust blazing through me, feeling his manhood get even harder the faster I move.
“Yes, yes,” he snarls.
Suddenly his hands are on my thighs, pushing me over the bed and pulling my dress up. He handles me roughly, and yet somehow tenderly at the same time, a combination only Kane could achieve.
“Fuck. Your ass is so damn perfect.”
I gasp when he presses his palm down on my sex, grinding the heel of it up and down my lips, crushing my clit, and smearing wetness over my hole. He grips my panties and roughly pulls them down, so they tickle their way down my thighs and my knees and over my calves.
Nerves try to scream at me to stop, he’s too big, but I’ve never experienced lust this loud before.
It screams so much louder than my nerves, loyalty, or anything, as though my body has taken over and all that matters is getting his massive throbbing dick inside of me. All that matters is his seed burning through me, scorching as he floods my body with our future.
“Fuck, I need to feel that pussy.”
I twist to look over my shoulder, watching in captivation as he yanks his pants down and pulls out his huge cock.
It’s even bigger with the sunlight bleeding through the curtains – so much bigger than last night. I remember how big it felt in my mouth, and a warble moves through me at the thought of taking him inside of me.
“You’re so big. Take it gently, Kane.”
“At first,” he growls, an unhinged feral note in his voice.
I whimper as he brings his engorged helm to my inner thigh, stroking slowly up toward my pussy, leaving a trail of precome behind.
He buries one hand in my ass, massaging as he teases my pussy, moving his cock close and then away, close then away…
“Please,” I moan.
His smirk twitches. His eyes are like that of an animal.
“Please what?” he growls.
“Please do it.”
I moan as my womb sends flurrying sensations all through my body, captivating me as I shift up and down. His helm is so, so close to my hole, pushed firmly against my clit so thinking becomes difficult.
“Do what?” he growls, voice shaking as his massive tip kisses my hole, even more, wet pressure breaking inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I whimper, hoping I don’t sound silly. “Please fuck me, Kane.”
“For the first time,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me for the first… Ahhh.”
Suddenly my pussy is filled up, his cock grinding inside of me, so huge he feels like he’s expanding the walls of my sex. I collapse forward but then his hands are on my shoulders, pulling me firmly against him, grinding deeper, and deeper.
We pause when he’s completely inside of me, my pussy screaming at me that this was a mistake, there’s no freaking way he’s going to fit.
“Relax,” he growls, pressing his chest against my back, his muscles hard through the fabric of our clothes.
There’s something so sexy about us both being half-dressed, a testament to how desperately we need each other, as though our bodies have minds of their own and they want to connect with the minimal amount of effort possible.
“Your body wants this. Your young fertile body needs this. Fuck. Relax, baby.”
With each word he inches out of me, slowly, making me feel every movement.
My pussy is too tight around his cock, squeezing like something’s going to break inside of me, but then…
Warmth flows through me, the sort I’ve never felt before, as though water is flowing through my lower half and making every part of me tingle. My hole buzzes and deep inside something calls out, throbbing, a sweet hot point of pleasure I never even knew existed.
“That’s it,” my man thunders. “Your body is giving itself to me. You can’t fight it.”
“It feels so good,” I whisper, disbelief tinging my voice.
I can take him, I can take him, a voice sings inside of me.
“Fuck, it feels good, so good.”
“Of course it does,” he growls, burying his hands in my ass cheeks, pushing them together. “And now it’s time to get ready to—fuck you’re tight, you’re so sexy and tight.”
“To what?” I moan.
“Get ready to squirt on this dick.”
I gasp as he thrusts hard inside of me.
He lets out a growling noise as he buries himself to the hilt, and then he pulls out and thrusts in again, harder.
I collapse forward and then squeeze down on the sheets, pushing myself back so I can meet his momentum, so I can guide his throbbing helm to that euphoric sizzling spot inside of me.
He crashes into me with lightning bolts of ecstasy, the room filled with the sound of his abs crashing against my ass cheeks, the slap of our bodies meeting.
“Fuck, harder,” I yell, unable to control the volume of my voice.
“Are you sure?” he snarls, as he pounds into me rhythmically, each contact sending more and more writhing pleasure through me.
“Yes, yes.” I gasp as fantasies become into reality, as I refuse to believe I was ever nervous about taking my man’s length. “Own me. Claim me.”
“Fuck, you’re one horny virgin, aren’t you?”
I look over my shoulder and meet his eye, letting out a small giggle. “Not anymore…”
He smirks and something like love flares between us, an invisible promise in the air, but then I can’t giggle or speak or do anything except moan.
He claims me.
Hard.
Hooking his hands beneath my hips, he pulls me roughly toward him as he thrust inside. My body goes into overdrive, flooding me with even more euphoric humming, my pussy singing and twinkling, red-hot fireworks exploding inside my belly.
“You said you could take it hard,” he snarls.
He pushes me into the bed so I’m flattened out, lying on my front, the mattress rubbing tantalizingly against my nipples as he presses down against me.
“Then fucking take it.”
I cry out as he smashes me against the bed, reaching out and grabbing onto his forearms. His fists are laid against the mattress on either side of my head and I squeeze down on his muscles, feeling how tense he is, as our bodies fuse together with more and more starlight each second.
“Fuck, keeping doing that,” he snaps.
“This?” I moan as I shift my hips back in time with his thrusts.
“Yeah, yeah.” He breathes raggedly. “Your tight little hole better be close, Kelly. Fuck, you’re a horny sexy young thing.”
It’s like the word close is a signal for my womb, for that special place deep inside of me. The second he says it my insides melt and my pussy pulses, as though beckoning him to take me harder.
My man is alive to the signal, snarling and crashing into me.
The bed frame squeaks and whines like it’s going to break, the mattress shifting around as he fucks me hard, rough, like a primal beast pounding the certainty of our future into me, telling me he’ll never let anybody hurt me, he’ll always protect our family…
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream. “I’m so—I can feel—oh, this is…”
“That’s it,” he pants. “Let yourself go, princess. Let. It. Go.”
I’m fucking going to come, I scream, but no, I don’t scream – I can’t. I try to let out the primal sound but all that comes out is a shivery breathy gasp.
All the energy in my body gathers to my center, pulling in more and more burning sensation, until all I can feel – all that exists for me – is the feeling of his cock hammering deep inside.
I shift against him and then my legs begin to vibrate with crazy speed, jolting a
bout on the bed as I push back against him over and over, clawing onto the sheets.
My hole flutters as I reach my crescendo, and then Kane growls and collapses against me.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to come in your hot tight slit for the first time. I’m going to…”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry, just about finding my voice. “Oh, God, that’s it, right there.”
He falls atop me and we writhe together, our bodies clashing as thunderbolts move through us, our two orgasms becoming one as we melt together.
Finally, he rolls to the side, his chest heaving.
I hug against his chest quickly, laying my cheek against his powerful pectorals, desperate to know he still feels the same after I’ve given him my virginity.
“That was perfect,” he says breathing hard, his hand moving through my hair. “Goddamn, princess, you’re perfect.”
I kiss his chest, tasting his sweat through his damp shirt, a song whirring around me. “I can’t believe my fantasy really came true.”
“The first of many,” he says, his voice husky and intense, as his fingers make patterns in my hair.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kane
I wish we could lie here forever, intertwined on the bed, with the scent of our sex filling the air around us. Moving my fingers through her hair produces a symphony from my woman, causing her to shift and let out gorgeous song-like sounds.
But there is a specter in the room.
My daughter.
She watches over the moment with grim-set eyes, with her lips twisted into a grimace, with her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. She’s a ghost who won’t leave us alone, and I can tell by Kelly’s shifting that she feels the same.
“We’re going to have to tell her,” I say into the silence.
“I know,” she says, letting me know she’s been thinking about it as well. “There’s no other choice, is there?”
“No, there’s—”
My cell phone rings from my pants – bunched up on the floor – interrupting me. I bolt upright and dart over to it quickly, leaning over the edge of the bed and scooping it up.
Dark thoughts surge through my mind, vignettes in which my daughter and Jocko have had a destructive confrontation with Sergey and his men… and I wasn’t there to save them. The thoughts crash and thunder, the same way our sex did, the way Kelly pushed back against me and made those gorgeous whimpering noises that even now bounce around my head.
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