“Let’s take a selfie.” He gets his phone out and his cock rubs against my ass. I pretend not to feel the hardening length, but I do. I want to grind against him bringing him to full mast.
“Are we really going to take the 90’s bathroom picture?” My voice is teasing.
“Hell yeah.” He brings the phone out and counts down from three.
I strike a few poses. We take a few smiling, making funny faces, and I throw up the old peace sign.
“What do you say?” He shows me a photo of us smiling at each other. “Will you go on a date with me?”
“I’d go anywhere with you, Kane.”
His eyes soften as he cups my jaw. I lean into his palm. My eyes close from the enjoyment of his touch.
“Come on then.” He drags me out of the bathroom and Rorie is at the desk watching us with a smile. Her smile gets even bigger when she sees my bruises aren’t covered anymore.
“Right now, Kane? I have to work!” I try to slow him down by grounding my feet, but it’s hopeless.
“Nope, Rorie is covering. Bye, Rorie. Thanks!” Kane shouts as he pulls me out the door. He opens the passenger side door for me, hoisting me up by my butt.
“You did that on purpose.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shuts the door and the smile on my face hurts my cheeks. My butt still tingles from his touch. I hope whatever we are doing has us being close because I don’t think I can be away from him right now.
When he opens the door, I get a good look at him. He is so sexy. His long hair, sun-kissed skin, and blue eyes surrounded by black thick lashes make them stand out even more. His chest stretches the material of his shirt, his nipples poke out, making my mouth water, and my pussy wet.
“You keep looking me like that, we won’t be going anywhere.” Kane slams the door and grips the steering wheel. His erection is lying against his thigh, begging me to have my mouth on it.
“We are going dancing,” he tells me, or tries to convince himself of that, “We are going dancing and are going to have a great time,” he repeats.
“Oh, I love dancing!” I bounce in my seat.
“I know. I can’t wait to see your sexy body dance.” He looks me up and down, stopping at my breasts for a minute, before making his way back to my face.
“Get your fill?”
He laughs. “I could never get my fill of you. If anything I just want more.” He puts the truck in reverse, spinning the gravel in the parking lot. The night is cool, so the windows are rolled down. The fresh air feels great and it hits me that this is my first night out since Chase. I haven’t even gone grocery shopping. How long am I going to be afraid?
“Do you have a problem with Saturn’s because of what happened?” he asks as we speed down the road with the loud growl of the truck cracking the night’s silence.
“No, I love Saturn’s. I like it more than my house right now.” I sigh. “You’re probably sick of me staying at your place.”
“Honestly? I’ve enjoyed it. I would love to have you stay there with me. Whenever you are ready.”
I turn to Kane. “Are you asking me to move in with you? We haven’t gone on our date! You don’t even know me!” I joke making him laugh. It’s beautiful making his smile appear. I did that, I made that happen. He tosses his head back for a moment, laughing. His long hair is blowing from the breeze from the window being down. He is a beautiful picture. He doesn’t look so intense, but carefree and a carefree Kane is a masterpiece.
“What can I say? When you know, you know.” He shoots me a wink, making heat pool in my belly.
After we eat, it’s around 9:00 at night before we pull up to Saturn’s. Right when we step in line and make our way to the front of the line to get in, the bouncer that is there looks at us with surprise. His face falls and is mixed with relief. The music booms in the back behind him making me want to fade into the background to ignore this moment.
Out of all the bouncers to be here tonight, why does it have to be Logan?
“Hi.” That was lame.
“Leslie.” His voice is curt as he opens the rope for us to go in. “Have fun tonight. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he says shortly making me miss the goofy side of him.
“Thanks.” My voice small and weak. I feel bad that I hurt him. I didn’t mean to, yet here we are.
Kane gives him a look that could kill, but at least he doesn’t.
Progress, right?
Right.
Chapter 11
After that awkward moment, Kane asks if I want a drink and I shake my head. “Just water.” I’m not ready to trust someone making my drink yet, unless it’s Kane at home, but we aren’t there, so I need to be aware. I need to be careful. Chase could be here right now!
“Hey.” Kane’s voice is soft as he looks at me. “He can’t get you anymore.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” It’s annoying and sweet at the same time that he can read me so well.
“Your mouth opens a little and your eyes get this far away look when you think of him.” He takes a drink of his water. I told him he could drink, but he said he doesn’t want to if I’m not going to. It makes me love him a little more.
“Oh come on! I love this song!” Kane takes our empty cups and drags me out onto the floor spinning me around until my rear is aligned with his cock. Kane’s strong arms wraps around me, as he sways to the beat of the Kendrick Lamar song. His scent makes me high the more I breathe him in. His woodsy smell invades my lungs and makes me sway my hips a little harder. His large palm goes to my hips putting pressure on me, so I grind against him even harder. His hair tickles my neck reminding me of a feather caressing my skin. Kane moans in my ear as my hips gyrate against him. His cock grows harder as I rub my hips back and forth against him. My hands wrap around his neck making me arch my back, my head tilting onto his shoulder.
“You are so sexy, you know that, Crazy? You drive me wild.” Even over the loud music, I’m able to hear the whisper of his words against my ear. He punches his hips forward, wrapping his arm around my torso, so I don’t lose my balance from his powerful thrusts.
Sweat clings to our skin, mingling together as we mold together. The music is muted in the background, time stops, and all I can feel is his body against mine, his breath against my neck, and his cock nestling against my cheeks.
He spins me around quickly putting his knee between my legs, bringing me closer to him. We rock back and forth to a slower R&B song. Kane aggressively cups my butt, pulling me closer making my breasts touch his chest, and our mouths closer together. I can breathe his breath in and it makes me groan from him invading my body. His hands still have a thick grip on my butt cheeks. We move like waves crashing against each other. It’s beautiful, yet powerful. His hand cups my jaw like he always likes to do and brings my lips closer to his. Since we are dancing, our lips aren’t in direct contact. Lights flash, making Kane’s face disappear every few seconds, making him seem regal and mysterious. I can’t believe I get to feel his hands on me.
“Kane,” I breathe into his ear.
“Leslie.” He says my name back like it’s supposed to answer all my questions.
“Take me home.”
He stops moving and I can see his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. Sadness has taken over his features, and it hits me that he thinks I don’t want to be with him anymore.
“I want you to take me home to your bed.” I tease his earlobe with my tongue swirling the little flesh with my tongue.
His blue eyes seem to light on fire with my words and he takes my hand, practically dragging me through the crowd. The cool air hits our face and we pass Logan again. I wave at him again and he shoots me a small smile. A smile that says he isn’t trying to be rude, but wants nothing to do with me. It hurts, but I deserve it.
We get to Kane’s truck and he doesn’t even open the passenger door. He opens the driver’s side, tossing me in, making me yelp. When he gets in, the air blast
s making me moan. That feels so good.
“I can’t wait to hear that again. It’s been too long since I’ve had you, Leslie.” Kane throws the truck in drive, speeding down the highway to get back home. Sweat clings to Kane, his shirt is soaked from dancing, but it hasn’t dimmed his erection.
Glancing down, the thick piece of meat is down his thigh and this time I give in. I wrestle the button of his jeans, unzip him, and the hard-weeping cock falls right into my mouth.
“Shit! Leslie!’ The truck swerves and a horn blares somewhere in the distance. Kane’s breathing picks up. A drop of his liquid spurts out of his slit and I lick it eagerly, wanting to feel it slide down my throat.
“That tongue! You’re driving me insane, Leslie!” He growls.
I lick quickly on the crown like a lollipop, wanting to get to that gooey center. I slide down his ten-inch cock, but I can only take about six inches, so I wrap my hand around the base. He is so thick, my mouth is stretched to the max and my hand doesn’t wrap around him completely. I have no idea how this monster fits inside me, but damn I’m glad it does.
“Leslie, Crazy. Oh, God.” He tries not to thrust his hips into my mouth, but he fails. With every thrust, his foot lets on and off the gas, causing people to honk and shout out their windows as they pass him.
I bob my head faster and faster, tracing that plump vein that fills his cock so large, I want to appreciate it. I kiss, nibble, and lick with eagerness thanking the vein for all its work. I take him down my throat before feeling his cock become a little harder, making it known he is about to cum.
“Leslie, Leslie, I’m going to cum, baby. You need to stop. You gotta…you need.” I stop his silly words as I quicken my attempts. I want to taste him so badly, I crave it. His hand grabs my hair to the point of pain, shoving me down his cock until I gag, but he shouts, the truck jerks and swerves, making me tighten my lips around his cock so I don’t let it slip. He shoots stream after stream of his salty juice down my throat, moaning my name repeatedly.
His cock softens slightly, slipping out of my mouth as Kane looks at the road wide-eyed and blissed out. His cock is still hanging out of his pants, and I see the monster trying to come back to life.
I wipe my mouth with my hand, feeling proud and a little smug knowing I made him like this.
“Leslie,” He shakes his head like he is trying to come back to earth. Maybe I made him experience a whole new world?
Like I said, I’m a feeling a little smug.
“Your mouth,” he groans, “I’m going to spank that ass when we get home.”
“Why? What did I do?” I pout.
“No one should be that good at sucking cock.”
“Want me to do it again? I’ll be horrible at it this time, I promise,” I say in a fake breathless voice. My hands go to his now hard again shaft. That veins bulges out, making my mouth salivate.
We pull into the driveway of the shelter and tattoo shop, and he lunges at me throwing his lips on my mine. He lays me down in the cab, wrapping my legs around his waist, his naked cock grinding into me. Our lust fogs the windows as he rips my shirt down the middle, pulling the cups of my bra down until my breasts fall out. He cups them, massaging the soft mounds and pinching my nipples alternately.
And before I know it, my orgasm sneaks up quickly. I shout his name as he continues to pinch my nipples, slowly dry humping my clit over my underwear, underneath my skirt.
I grab his hair, yanking it as the spasms rock through me, not thinking that he just made me cum from pinching my nipples.
Chapter 12
“That’s it!” Kane sits up and gets out of the truck. I didn’t even have time to ask before my side of the door opens and he picks me up, slamming the truck door. His footsteps crunch against the gravel, crickets chirp, and the stars peek through the clouds in the dark sky. I look down and notice Kane’s cock is still hard and is trapped between me and his body. Precum oozes from the slit, a thick drop slides down his shaft, and my finger naturally reaches for it. After I swipe it, I stick my finger in my mouth. My taste buds explode from his flavor, wanting more of his cum.
“My dirty girl,” he growls as he opens his door, slamming it shut with his foot. He sets me down for a second, locks the door, and rips his shirt off. His hard muscles flex, the light and shadows making them look strong and dangerous. He prowls towards me like a predator, his movements slow, yet confident. His jeans fall to his thighs and he yanks them completely off.
He backs me into a wall, yanking my shirt over my head, and pulling my skirt down to my ankles. He flips me around until my face is plastered against the wall and my butt is swaying in the air, begging for his attention.
His large palm rubs over my butt softly, praising it. He gives it a soft slap, making me jump, and my clit tingle. He does it again, making me beg, “Kane, please!”
He slaps my butt again, a little harder this time to the point where I feel it jiggle after. He soothes the red flesh and before I know it, his hot breath is down there, kissing and licking the skin he slapped. It feels so good.
Suddenly, his hand cups the thin material of my panties and effortlessly, he rips them off, the material falling into pieces on the floor.
He doesn’t say a word as he buries his face behind me, licking and sucking my pussy. He laps at my juices like a man with a thirst to quench. He takes two fingers and shoves them into my wet hole. He pumps them inside me roughly as he sticks his tongue in too. He sexes me with all three at the same time, bringing me closer to another orgasm quickly. His hands send electric currents over my body making my hairs stand. He is like lightning shocking me with his ferocity.
Right when I’m about to come, he stops, pulling his fingers out of me.
I cry out in frustration, “Kane! No! I was so close.” Now my pussy aches, and I could cry from the torture.
“I got you, Crazy.” He leans against me, his heavy cock falling between my cheeks. He starts to rut, sliding his thick in the crack.
“Even your ass milks my cock just right.” He pulls my head back, stealing a kiss before stepping away.
“Go to the bed and lay on your back. I want your legs in the air waiting for me. I want an open invitation. Do you understand?”
I nod my head and whimper when he delivers one more smack to my ass. He slides a finger into my drenched pussy hole and brings it to my mouth.
“Taste yourself.” He shoves his digit into between my lips and I lick eagerly. I don’t dislike my taste because it doesn’t even compare to his. I’d drink his all day.
“My dirty girl, you love it, don’t you?” He steps away. “Go.”
I run to the bedroom and lay down like he told me to. I lift my legs, exposing myself to him. I’m on display for him, and it’s thrilling.
I can hear him when he walks in and he steps directly between my legs, crawling until his face is level with my clit.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Crazy.” He kisses my bundle of nerves. Kane doesn’t suck it into his mouth, or nibble it. He makes out with it like it’s kissing him back. His tongue dances with it and his lips caress me perfectly. “Kane!” The tender touches are maddening, yet I don’t want them to ever stop.
“Leslie.” He kisses his way up my body until I’m a shivering mess. He kisses my breasts, licking them, taking his time enjoying my body, and suckling my nipples until they are raw and abused from his ministrations.
He kisses the bruises on my neck gently. “You’ll never be hurt again,” he whispers, placing kisses all over me. He slows down his aggressiveness and the tables turned from desperate need to love and sensuality.
“Kane,” I gasp in surprise when I feel the air in the room shift. The feeling is powerful and all consuming.
“I feel it too.” He breathes heavily before giving me a slow kiss. As he is kissing me, he slides his dick inside me slowly, drawing a long moan from me.
“Are you okay?” He doesn’t move. He sits inside me, waiting for me to adjust to his size.
I nod, unable to speak. He moves his hips carefully, taking his time moving in and out of me. My wetness covers his cock and the sound of it makes him moan. Kane curls his body over me, his head on my shoulder, as he slowly makes love to me. Everything is different this time. It isn’t a quick lay. This isn’t a one off. The room is charged with energy I’ve never felt before and I wonder if it’s the part of Kane he has always kept to himself. I can feel him giving himself over to me. I can feel his last piece finally falling off, letting me in.
He grabs my hands, bringing them together and lifting them to his mouth. He kisses them, squeezing my hand tighter as he gracefully moves inside me. His cock stretches me until I’m full to the max. My walls accommodate his size and mold into what he needs. I was made for him. I was made to bring him pleasure.
He hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars and I shout, scratching down his back until I reach the globes of his rear.
“Kane,” I moan, “Harder, Kane! Faster!”
He doesn’t say anything as he places one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip. Once he has the leverage, he pounds into me.
“Ah, Kane, Kane, Kane!” I shout. My breasts bounce from his force making him capture a sensitive nipple between his teeth, making my legs shake.
He stops pounding me, flips me over, and slides into me from behind. He grips my butt with aggressive force as his thick shaft feels like it’s about to split me open. I fist the sheets as I hang on for the ride of my life. He curls back over me again, bringing his hips against mine smoothly and roughly. He feels like a master of his craft as he brings my orgasm closer and closer to its surface.
“Leslie, are you close, baby?” he whispers as drips of his sweat fall onto my back from his hair.
“Yes! Yes, Kane, please don’t stop!” I cry. Tears drip from the corner of my right eye, and Kane licks the salty water off.
“Good, because I’m close. I’m so close. What you make me feel…” He grunts. His hips pause before he shifts until he is sitting up, straddling me, and quicker than he has ever done, fucks me until I feel like I’m about to burst.
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