by Melissa Jane
He carries me like I weigh nothing, wrapping my legs around his waist, our cores still connected as he presses me against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. I’m close to coming once more, and when he feels my pussy clamping around his cock, he deepens the grind, adding more pressure on my clit. I come furiously, trembling and calling out his name as his teeth nibble my neck.
When he’s satisfied I’m done, he pulls out his hard cock and turns me so I’m facing the city below. With my two hands against the glass, Kane spreads my legs and plunges his tongue deep inside my sensitive pussy, licking my cum and easing the quivers.
I’ve lost count how many times he’s brought me to orgasm, and still today, he’s yet to come once.
I feel his need, his cock ready to explode when he slams himself inside me from behind, pumping away with a ferocity that has my feet leaving the floor. With my hands still on the window for balance, Kane grips my waist and lifts me to the height needed, my feet dangling in the air as he relentlessly pummels my pussy. I come wild and hard, further tightening around his already invasive cock. Instead of pulling free and eating me out, Kane drives deep, his hot cum shooting inside. He continues the rigorous pumping until he’s emptied himself fully before sliding out and drawing my back close to his twitching, muscled chest.
His cum pours down my thighs in rivulets but I don’t care. We both reek of sex, having been fucking like rabbits for the last four hours. Kane kisses my cheek, working his mouth closer to mine where he kisses me as hard as he fucks. I taste myself on him and feel his cock starting to stir once more, until it presses firmly between my ass. I turn, kiss his mouth and sink to my knees.
I stare at his jerking cock in wonderment, horrified at how my pussy loves to be destroyed by this monster. Cupping his tight balls, I lick the length of his cock and suck the tip into my mouth. It alone is a mouthful but after preparing myself, I sink him in farther, my hand working the rest of the length that has no chance in hell of fitting into my mouth. Kane groans, throwing his head back, and fisting his hand through my hair. I pump his cock, my tongue dancing around his engorged tip. To my delight, he starts gently thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth while I adjust to take him deeper and deeper. When he can’t take any more, he picks up the pace and blows his cum inside my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. I swallow and lick him up the same way he’s done to me multiple times.
Satisfied, Kane pulls me to my feet and leads me back to the bathroom for a shower in preparation for round three.
14
“I need to get back to work, my apartment, and I suppose my life,” I say while Kane holds up another forkful of scrambled eggs. I moan a little as I taste the best breakfast of my life. “How does Maria make those?”
Kane chuckles and it’s sexy as fuck. Mainly because he’s lying on the bed, propped up on his elbow, a towel wrapped low on his waist, revealing the perfect V I’ve been getting up close and personal with the last few days. “She won’t tell me her secrets, but one morning I caught her using cream instead of milk.”
I moan some more. “She’s a scrambled egg goddess.”
“Are you settling into your apartment?” Kane asks, taking an edge of seriousness.
There’s no possible way I can return to the family home knowing what I do now, so I have no choice but to settle in. “I am. But… it’s the first time I’ve been by myself for a very long time. So, waking up alone and coming home to an empty house can be somewhat of a lonely experience. I’m sure it’s something I’ll get used to. I mean, you’re used to it. You probably prefer this way of—”
“I don’t, as a matter of fact.” Kane moves the demolished plate of food to the bedside table. “My work has taken priority for many years, particularly the last twelve months, and it’s left me no room to find a partner. I want someone I can wake up to in the morning.” His lips turn into a devilish grin. “Someone I can slide my cock into for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Someone I can confide in. But most importantly, someone who has my back.”
His words are like a spear to my heart because it’s what I’ve been missing. He and I live such very different lives, yet our basic needs are the same.
We both just want to be loved.
“DO you want the good news or bad news?” Amanda asks, striding into my office while I scour through fabric samples.
I close the folder and look up to her awaiting expression. “Bad. Hit me with the shit first so I can get it over and be happy.”
“We’ve hit a speed bump with the Kane Alexander project. The textured wallpaper from Amsterdam is going to be delayed.”
I sigh, annoyed at the setback. Everything’s been running so smoothly, and now that damn wallpaper is going to cause a kink in my timeline. “How long are we talking?”
“Six weeks.”
I almost choke on my saliva. “Six weeks! What happened? Did the container fall off the ship or something?”
She raises both brows in surprise. “Actually, that’s exactly what happened, so super weird you say that.”
Damn it. That’s the worst-case scenario. Kane will not be pleased, and I’m less than impressed because that wallpaper is pure luxe and an extreme rarity.
“We took the last batch and now it all needs to be remade, which according to them, is a very hands-on project.”
“That’s not going to work. Let me think on that one.”
She nods before writing a quick note next to her points. “Okay, good news.” This time she looks up, eyes wide with excitement. “You’ve passed all pre-requisites and have an official invitation in the mail.” Amanda hands me an envelope void of any markings that could identify the place.
My heart skips a beat with excitement but that soon fades when I consider my new reality. Do I really care anymore what Sam does with her life? It’s for the most part no longer a mystery. The need to go snooping now seems rather a moot point. A lump forms in my throat at the still-fresh betrayal, my finger tracing the beautiful wax stamp sealing the envelope.
“What’s up? I thought you’d be over the moon to be accepted?”
“I am.”
“You don’t look it.”
“It’s just… I guess my objective has changed in the last forty-eight hours.”
“You never really explained to me what your interest is with that place anyway.”
I lean back in my chair, inhaling deeply to abate the tears. “I thought it may answer a few questions for me, but I’ve since learned those closest to me aren’t as they seem.”
Amanda’s phone rings from her desk, and when she realizes her headpiece isn’t on, she stands and makes a path for the door before turning to face me once more. “Speaking of closest, Samantha came to the office to see you.”
This time, my heart leaps to my throat almost choking me. “She did? When?”
“Twice, actually. Both days when you were ‘sick.’” She uses air quotes.
I smile at her teasing, realizing she’s more onto me than I think, but then my heart breaks just that little bit more knowing why Sam came to visit me, and it wasn’t to discuss sibling business.
I check my cell in case I’ve mistakenly missed her call or ignored a message. Nothing. My brows crease in confusion. Why would she come and visit instead of calling? Especially after all the missed calls she would have on her cell. Was she coming with an admission of guilt, to simply appease me so I stop harassing her, or to continue on the path of lies she’s so happily taken? All three are viable options but none I can stomach right now.
My email pings and I lean forward to open the message, smiling when I see the name.
DEAR BLYTHE,
I trust you aren’t too tired for your day of work.
I would like to discuss a time for your crew to meet with my installation team. You must be aware by now that attention to detail is extremely important to me… in everything I do.
Yours,
Kane
MY THIGHS CLENCH, fully aware of his penchant
for detail. I hit reply and type my response.
KANE,
You must be aware I am a hard taskmaster, so you have my support in ensuring there are no miscommunications between teams.
Tired? Indeed. But always ready.
Blythe
A FEW HEARTBEATS LATER, I receive a response.
THAT’S MY GIRL.
Be home by 6.
Yours,
Kane
I SHIVER in delight at his my girl comment. Am I reading too much into two simple words? And what on earth does that man have in store for me that I need to be home by six?
I HIT REPLY.
WHY SIX, Mr. Alexander?
A HEARTBEAT LATER.
BECAUSE I SAID, Ms. Blakely.
HUH! The nerve of the man.
YES, boss!
WEARING A GRIN, I place my cell down and start prioritizing my work when it vibrates once more.
I LIKE THAT. You can call me boss while I fuck you from behind.
SWEET JESUS…
I TURN off my computer at exactly five-thirty, and pass Amanda on the way out.
“Would you mind locking up today? I’ve got an appointment at home.”
She arches one brow and looks up through her lashes. “Well, that sounds ambiguous.”
“I know,” I say, searching for my card key to hide the visible glee I feel about seeing Kane again. “I wish I had a clearer explanation but I don’t. I’m under orders.”
“That’s quite a tangled web Mr. Kane Alexander is weaving for you. Are you sure you’re okay with all this? I mean, with all the goings on with Shawn, I’m sure it’s a great distraction, but mentally?”
“It’s not a rebound if that’s what you’re thinking.” But is it? Amanda waits for me to continue. “It wasn’t a sudden departure for Shawn. We were over a long time ago, even if it wasn’t official. And Kane—”
“You just sighed when you said his name.” Amanda chuckles in surprise.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. I heard it with my own ears. You’re smitten with the man.”
Am I? I was always so sure Shawn would be my one and only love. But that’s because I thought he’d always love me.
“Maybe you’re right. He’s extremely attentive… in every possible way. And I miss that. Kane makes it all so effortless, and he treats me like his queen.”
Amanda smiles knowingly. “Then I hope your king doesn’t break your heart.”
AFTER PARKING IN THE BASEMENT, I practically run to the elevators and punch my floor button. The anticipation is killing me because Kane gave no real answers as to why being home by six is so important. My thighs clench, and I wonder if my still sated pussy is going to receive more of Kane Alexander’s ‘special’ treatment. I run the length of the hall to my apartment and stop when I find a note stuck on the door.
DEAREST BLYTHE,
I can’t have you being lonely when I’m not around. Watch your step.
Yours,
Kane
WHAT IN THE HELL…
Swiping the card over the lock, I carefully push the door open and peer inside. Immediately, my feet are circled by something extremely happy and excited to see me. And fluffy.
I look down and my eyes well up at the sight of a beautiful, tiny, chocolate-colored Cocker Spaniel pup.
My heart breaks. “Hiii,” I coo, falling to my knees and scooping the adorable creature into my arms. “Are you a little boy or girl, my love?” I sneak a look and see it’s a boy before it starts licking my face in greeting. “Aren’t you just the sweetest little guy?” I hug him close to my chest and breathe him in. Most women swoon over a baby smell. I, on the other hand, love the smell of puppies. I may not be ready for children, but I’d love a house full of cuddly dogs.
I hold him up so I can stare into his large, adoring eyes. “What’s Mommy going to call you, little guy?” His little chubby back legs wiggle and I laugh. “Come on,” I say placing him in the crook of my neck while I close the door behind me.
I look to the kitchen counter which is lined with dog food and treats, and just below on the floor is all the toileting products I’ll need. Kane really thought of everything. But most of all, he understands how much I’m hurting and adjusting to my new life, and he took it upon himself to make it better.
I don’t realize I’m crying until I’m forced to sniffle. My heart is already swollen with love. I land on the couch and the little pup sits on my chest staring at his new mom. “I’m sorry if you miss your fur-mom, little guy, but I promise to love you the same, if not more.” I gently massage his ears and he leans into my touch before lying flat, his contented eyes slowly closing as he finds peace in his new home.
Moving carefully as to not to wake him, I find my cell and text Kane.
ME: I’m already in love, thank you!
Kane: Always my pleasure.
Me: I have a question…
Kane: Yes?
Me: That’s twice now you’ve gotten into my apartment…
Kane: Benefit of being the owner.
IT SHOULD DISTURB me but it doesn’t.
ME: Well, if ever you get lonely… I sleep naked.
Kane: You’re a bad, bad girl, Ms. Blakley.
I ROUSE to a wet pussy and a hard-as-fuck cock entering me from behind. Lying flat on my stomach, I feel Kane’s muscled chest on my back, his lips kissing my neck as he moves my hair to the side. He pushes the tip in and I moan, my greedy pussy always wanting more. My hands are pinned above my head as his cock thrusts again, pushing halfway in. I gasp at the sensation while clutching the pillow against the pain.
“Fuck me, Kane,” I beg, bending my back slightly so my ass tilts to the perfect angle.
This time, with more force and a groan of his own, Kane plunges inside me, pushing his cock to the hilt. I cry out, feeling pleasure ripple through my body. My pussy is tight from all the fucking and takes some time before it adjusts to his girth.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he murmurs huskily.
“Yes.” I plead, “Hard.”
Being pinned under Kane, our naked bodies slamming against each other while he dominates me, is such a fucking turn-on. He thrusts hard, just like I asked, the pleasure and pain make me scream as he shows no mercy. My clit rubs on the bed sheets causing the perfect amount of friction for me to come over his cock. My screams turn to a broken cry while my body convulses.
Kane pumps harder, and I decide this is my new favorite position, where he can take me as hard and as fast as he wants because he holds all the control. My pussy is his captive, and I want nothing more than for his demanding cock to take advantage of me in every way. His thrusts become ferocious, and I know he’s about to explode inside me. I feel the build-up once more, my clit aroused at the same time as Kane’s cock punishingly hits my G-spot.
“Fuck, Kane,” I scream, releasing a strangled cry as he fucks harder, his groin slapping my ass as he repeatedly plunges before finally shooting his hot cum deep inside me. He groans as I slowly move my hips, milking his throbbing cock until he’s completely finished.
Kane bites my neck, trailing kisses to my cheek and seeking my lips. His warm body rests on mine, his still-hard cock sliding gently in and out of me.
“My cock is just as greedy as your pussy.”
I moan, relishing his crass words and the effect they have on me. I feel Kane pull out, my thighs wet with cum as exhaustion creeps over me. I feel Kane leave the room and return with a wet cloth where he cleans me the best he can, then he draws the sheets waist-high.
He leans over, gently kissing my cheek. “Sleep,” he murmurs. He pulls back, and his presence is replaced with a happy little puppy who’s returned to the bed ready to snuggle in the crook of my neck. He smells divine, and I smile, drifting off to sleep feeling the most content I’ve been in a very long time, and it’s all thanks to Kane Alexander.
15
“Oh my dear, sweet, furchild! Who. Is. This?” Amanda coos when she walks into
my office, falling to her knees where I’m sitting on the floor with my little pup. I’ll be honest and say there isn’t a whole lot of work being achieved with this little guy here. When I use my pen, he wants to attack the tip with his chubby paw. When I type, he wants to take over, stumbling across the keyboard. When I’m concentrating, he wants cuddles. And I happily oblige.
“Well, this is Toby,” I announce, having woken this morning with a name that suits him perfectly. Cute and boyish.
“And why do you have Toby? Are you sitting him? Who does he belong to? And how can we steal him?” She scoops Toby up and holds him close to her breast, giggling while he gives affectionate puppy licks to her cheek.
“There will be no stealing because I know where you live and I will find you,” I tease. “But Toby is mine.”
“You never said you were getting a dog.”
“Well… that’s because he was… given to me.”
Amanda stills, eyes darting up to meet mine. “By Kane Alexander?”
I nod.
“Is he trying to get you into nesting mode? What’s going on?”
“He says it’s to keep me company.”
“By the looks of that permanent glow on your face, I’m thinking lover boy has been keeping you in enough good company.”
Unable to wipe the smile off my face, I get to my feet when my cell chimes and lean over the desk. The smile is swiftly wiped clean when I see the name on the screen.
SAMANTHA: Sis, call me when you’re free. Love you
“WELL, that’s a mood change if I ever saw one,” Amanda says, tickling Toby’s soft, pink tummy.
“Urgh, I don’t even know how to deal with this right now.”
“And what is that exactly?” she replies before turning her focus back to Toby. “Aren’t you just a gorgeous little ducky? I call dibs on babysitting. And I also call dibs being his godmother, you know… in the event you… die.”
“I’m not going to die, but I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Did you just hear from Shawn? Only he can give you that… constipated look.”