Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Kane’s breathing is heavy as he strips his shirt off, revealing his hot-as-hell body. As I slowly stand up, I kiss up his torso, licking and sucking along the way.
Kane plops down on the bed, his semi-erect penis dangling between us. Sitting down on his lap, his hand goes under my skirt.
“Where’d you learn to be such a good sucker?” Kane asks, his hand spreading my legs apart.
“TV,” I say in character as I lean back and rock against his leg, trying to get the hand resting on my thigh to touch me.
“Naughty girl. You’ve been watching porn?”
“Is that bad?” I ask, looking back at him.
“I’m going to have to spank you,” he smirks.
Before I can blink, Kane pulls me off of his lap and throws me face down on the bed. My skirt is flipped up, and his hand comes clapping down on my ass, causing the mattress and me to bounce. A slight sting is left behind, but I want another slap.
Turning my head to the side to look up at Kane, I wiggle my hips, making my ass jiggle. He slaps me again before getting on the bed with me. Strong hands massage my ass, moving their way down until his thumbs are dipping into my wet pussy. My body twitches as I release a small moan.
“Please, Kane, you’ve punished me enough. Kiss and make it better,” I pout over my shoulder at him.
Smiling at me, he pulls me up to my knees by my hips. At first, he places kisses along my ass cheeks before diving into my pussy. Oh God, this is better than I could have imagined! I come almost instantly as his mouth devours me.
Moans and screams fill the room, and I’m hardly aware that the noise is even coming from me. I roll onto my back, trying to catch my breath as Kane climbs on top of me.
“I’m glad I get to hear those sounds this time,” he smirks, kissing me softly.
Kane’s cock is at my entrance, and with one little push, he’s inside of me. Our pace changes suddenly as we stop role-playing and just enjoy each other’s bodies. Soft caresses and sensual kisses are exchanged as Kane’s throbbing erection moves rhythmically into me. My hips move on their own accord to meet his thrusts. Since both of us have come once already, we’re in no rush.
I have never felt so connected to someone as I do right now… both physically and emotionally. Kane’s beautiful blue eyes stare into mine, and I can see how much he cares for me, even if all of this might be just some fetish between us. At least I know he loves me in some way, and God knows, I love him in every way.
13
Kane
Opening my eyes, I see the most beautiful sight lying next to me. Renee’s peaceful smile is inches from my face as she sleeps, and the blanket is pooled at her waist, revealing her luscious breasts to me.
I want to take her again, but I don’t want to disturb her sleep. Carefully, I slip out of bed, deciding to grab us some breakfast from the café downstairs.
As I get dressed, my mind thinks about last night. Renee is so much better than I’d ever imagined. I’ve never felt so comfortable with a woman before as I do with her.
Some women hate role-play or think fetishes like spanking or the school girl routine is demeaning or gross. Renee seems to enjoy it all just as much as I do. I’ve never felt so in sync with someone in the bedroom… or out of the bedroom, if I’m really being honest with myself.
Slipping into my shoes, I grab my wallet and room key before heading to the elevator.
Once I’m at the café, I order Renee a caramel latte, knowing that’s her favorite, and a regular coffee for myself. I also grab two corn muffins with butter and jam on the side, knowing that’s how Renee likes to eat them.
As I make my way back to the room, it hits me how much I actually know about Renee Linwood. Sure, I’m her godfather, and I’ve known her all of her life, but I doubt I know how Colt likes his muffins, and we were roommates in college! Does Colt even like muffins? Fuck if I know. But subconsciously, I pay attention to those things about Renee. What is it with my fascination with her?
I open the door to find Renee sitting at the small table in the room, dressed in a long t-shirt, with a pencil in her hand and a sketchpad in front of her.
“There you are,” she turns and smiles at me.
“Breakfast is served,” I say, setting everything down on the table and kissing the top of her head.
“Aw, thanks,” she smiles. “I’m starving.”