I can’t afford to think like that, and I take a few lunging steps one way before I realize something, no cologne.
If I turn the other way and jog some, I can smell her. I can smell me.
She’s wearing my cologne, and just enough which makes it easier for me to follow her scent long enough to catch sight of her.
She’s stopped running, but is still far up ahead, about to head into the park.
I trot after her, wanting to call out, wanting to tell her a million things, but I also don’t want to scare her off again. I’ve been ignorant and probably too damned cocky for my own good so far.
I’ll watch her from a distance, just for a few minutes until she’s calmed down, then we can sit down and talk about all this, sort this whole misunderstanding out.
I could run all day, I’d go anywhere she went just to keep track of her, to keep her safe.
I’m relieved that after a while, she’s clutching her side with a stitch and takes a seat on a park bench under a large oak tree. I breathe easier, knowing she’s at least in my sights and that she’s safe, but it kills me to see those tears in her eyes.
I clench my hands into fists, grinding my jaw until my neck hurts.
I don’t want to ever see her hurting again, so why am I the one who keeps hurting her like this?
I don’t understand, but I know one thing. Enough’s enough. Once we settle this, I’m taking her home and making her mine, this has gone on long enough. She needs to know she’s mine now forever not just for a day, not just for an afternoon or for a week.
Mine.
Forever.
After a little while she seems to have calmed down, the weather suddenly changes, with some unseasonal dark clouds bringing a chill to the air and the threat of rain.
Even from where I’m standing, almost crouching behind another tree, I can see the stiffness of her nipples starting to show through her soft sweater, it makes me growl, for two reasons.
One, I’m feeling myself getting hard again, wanting her like never before. And two, if anyone else should see her perfect chest. Her perfect nipples… I’d have to end them.
I watch her noticing the weather, I feel her chills running through my own body. Then her hand strays up to her neck again, and in the same moment she realizes she still has the necklace on from the jewelry store on, her head turns suddenly to focus on me. Our eyes lock, even from all that distance away.
I pull a smile giving her a tiny wave, letting her know I can see her. Letting her know I’m not mad… far from it.
She looks away again sharply, making my chest hurt. Making my whole body ache for her, vowing to myself to never let things get like this again, I can’t take it.
When she looks over again, she looks shy, almost embarrassed and I know I can go to her again. She’s alright. She’s safe, and she will be in my arms again soon, that’s all I care about.
Without even saying a word, she stands up when I move towards her and she falls into my arms, sobbing with apologies but gripping me tighter than ever, telling me she’ll never let me go again, not over something so stupid, and not over anything ever again.
“I thought I could afford it…” she sobs. “I just wanted to say thank you for everything you’re doing for me… I…I…”
But there’s nothing to say. I silence her with a kiss, and as we stand there in the park a half million in diamonds between us, kissing with a passionate intensity strong enough to melt a diamond it starts to rain.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Trudi
I can taste Kane, even a little of myself on his mouth too still. His cologne and my own tears, all bunched up in a warm, wet and totally absorbing feeling, with his strong arms lifting me up and holding me up midair like I weigh nothing.
“I’m getting wet,” I let him know and he growls, nodding as his lips slowly work their way down to my neck.
“Kane,” I gasp “The sweater… I’m getting it all wet.”
The rain’s really coming down now, out of nowhere it feels like, but Kane doesn’t seem to care.
“I got you,” is all he can say, kissing me and holding me, never letting me go. “I got you, Trudi.”
I’ve never really just stood in the rain, or walked in it. I always felt like I had to run to get out of it, to run away from the feeling, which always makes us all the wetter anyway.
But today, right now, in Kane’s arms, I don’t want to run anymore. I feel like I understand what he’s been trying to tell me all along.
I feel like I don’t want anybody but him to hold me, nobody but him to touch me.
Nobody but him to…
“Kane…” I gasp, almost pleading, “Kannneee?”
“Now?” he asks, and I feel my head pumping as I whimper yes, watching his grin as he growls a new sound.
Deeper.
Lower.
I want him inside me, outside me, everywhere I go. I know now that I want Kane forever and that I’m going to give myself to him. He can claim me as his, forever because there’s no other man, nobody on earth I want to be with, right this minute or any other, for the rest of my life then him.
All the thoughts of the jewelry, the clothes, his penthouse and my apartment, all the problems with my job and even my weight.
None of it matters now.
I don’t know what’s different, but something’s changed. I don’t care about any of that other stuff, the good or the bad.
I just want Kane.
“I want you Kane,” I whisper, and I squeak as I feel him picking me up, sweeping my legs out from under me and I hook my arms around his neck as he carries me right out of the park, and back out onto the sidewalk.
People turn and stare, there’s comments here and there, with a few people stopping to film us, straight to YouTube no doubt, but we don’t care.
Kane doesn’t care and neither do I, he’s staked his claim and now he knows he’s taking me home to claim me properly.
As he should’ve done in the first place, if I’d let him, if I’d told him to? Maybe, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s his way of showing me how far he’ll go, how far he’ll carry me to claim what he knows is rightfully his and I’m so glad I finally realized it before it was too late, before I ran away from him when all I’ve wanted to do from the first second I saw him was run towards him.
Run into these huge, strong arms that hold me without faltering, that carry me up the avenue, straight back into his hotel, with nothing more than ‘good afternoon. Mr. Barret’ from his staff, from the people who know who he is, even the cops we walk past on the way home.
Because that’s where it feels like I am now, in his arms, anywhere in the world.
Home, as long as I’m with Kane.
The few people waiting for the elevator get out of our way, it’s like Kane has a magic aura about him, as if his claim is being broadcast to the whole world, and people get out of our way like they would for anything special.
Like they would for the king of beasts.
Like they would for royalty.
I don’t think my eyes have left Kane once, his dark, brooding look has a new edge of intensity to it, a new purpose, and he only ever takes his eyes off mine to make sure we don’t get run over, and to walk up into the building, finally into the elevator to take us upstairs.
I thought I’d be more nervous, but now that I know what I want, now I know how much I need Kane inside me, I feel more confident, like it’s the only thing for us both to do.
We’re inside his penthouse again in seconds, and little things that would normally bug me, like the open balcony doors letting rain in, or my clothes bunched up by his couch…
None of that matters as king Kane carries his queen to their royal bedchamber.
There’s some rolling thunder in the distance, and any flashes of lightning are wasted on me, because I can only see the light in Kane’s eyes, his hungry, dark eyes as I feel them run across me, followed by his hands as he undresses me laying down on his bed
.
I feel my own hands running over my nakedness, with each layer Kane removes, it’s freeing to see the look of satisfaction on his face, his growling sounds and his deep gasps of approval as each level of his latest acquisition is revealed.
I feel special now, not self-conscious. I know Kane wants me for me, not what I look like, but it’s a double whammy that he just so happens to get hard as hell when he does look at me.
I feel the jewels on my neck again, and it almost breaks the spell. I almost want to sit up, to worry about returning them, to panic about having something so expensive that doesn’t belong to me around my neck, but Kane firmly kisses me quiet, levering my thighs apart with his hands as he does.
“I think those can stay right where they are,” he murmurs.
“They suit you,” he says, and I hear the first moaning gasp escape me as his thick fingers press against my sodden pussy, parting my lips gently as he slips one finger inside me, making me growl like he does.
Making us both growl with a new level of excitement.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kane
Everything I have, everything I own seems to be getting in the way of me getting what I really, truly want.
I want her and nothing else. All the sidewalks, buildings, doors, clothes and furniture… It’s all just stuff. Stuff that gets in between me and her, in between me claiming what’s mine and filling her up like I wanted to from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
Once I finally get her on my bed, our bed. I take my time getting her clothes off. Only taking my eyes off hers to take in her perfection, her sweet, youthful smooth and perfect body.
I wanted to tear her clothes off, ravage her to begin with. Now, I want to take my time with her, enjoy Trudi and the feelings we have, this thing between us. It’s incredible, and I know once I claim her that she’ll be mine forever. A bond that’ll never be broken.
I want to taste her again, I want to eat her out for a year, but her eyes, her hands, they’re all telling me what she wants. What she needs.
She opens her legs wider, mouthing something I can’t quite hear as I slowly start to work my finger into her, then outside her sodden, swollen pussy which makes me gasp every time I touch it. My own hardness making my dick feel like it will shatter at her slightest touch.
Holding myself over her body as she writhes under me, I feel her hands running over me, tracing down my arm and then reaching for my cock, which is throbbing midair. I gasp and jerk when she grips me, making my body tense as I try to keep from exploding, but mostly just from the sheer sensation of her hands touching me the way she does.
I lean over closer until I catch what she’s repeating, her eyes half-closed, almost like she’s in a trance.
“Fuck me Kane… I want you to take me now, claim me… make me yours…”
Her hands are working my cock, from tip to base and I can feel my balls rising up in reply to her touch already. Grinding my teeth I breathe in her sweet scent again, lowering myself so she can feel me outside her entrance, which I can feel the heat from before I even touch it.
She lifts her hips up, sucking air in between her teeth and concentrating with her face as she works the smoothness of my tip around her wetness, tracing a shape that even looks like a heart, making me stifle a groan of disbelief.
“My god, Trudi… You feel so good… I’m gonna come so hard, deep inside you…”
She purrs like a tigress, grinding her hips harder and higher up into the air, but only lightly teasing herself with my member, making me groan out loud, almost begging her now, but getting off on watching her play.
Growing harder watching her grow wetter, enjoying herself like she should, with my cock.
She’s up high enough now, and I can grip her perfect ass again, making us both moan as I feel its warmth fill both my hands, kneading her cheeks further apart in time with her own pussy lips being gradually spread with the tip of my pulsing cock. The purple, plum sized head making her eyes widen as she starts to guide it gently inside herself.
I can tell she wants to do it herself, to start with, so I support myself with both arms on either side of her, using my hips to guide myself gently in, straining not to howl like a wild animal at just how intense, how tight and amazing she feels already.
“Oh fuck, Trudi… you’re so fucking beautiful, I’m gonna make you come so hard…” I groan, and I feel my fingers digging deeper into her ass as she takes my cock into her, almost two thirds, making her wince a little but then we both moan with relief. The feeling of her wrapped so tight around me, her wet warmth drenching us both already.
“Now Kane, take me,” she whimpers, bringing her hands up to my face, tracing her fingers around my lips as I thrust all the way into her, making her gasp my name as I taste both her and me on her fingers.
I push right into her, shuddering as we both find her sweetest spot almost instantly, which makes her moan even louder, her hands gripping me has mine clench harder than ever onto her ass.
Filling her with my cock, her thick thighs soft against the tensed muscles of mine, along with my weight meeting her hips stroke for stroke. She feels so right, the perfect fit and I know she’s feeling the same, our bodies melting together, fitting like a custom key inside a very special lock.
There’s so much of her I want to explore, but right now I can sense she wants to come for me, to come on my cock, to show me how much she’s been wanting me.
Trudi like to fuck, I get that much straight away. And she likes it rough as much as she likes things slow and gentle. We feel our way through peaks and troughs of intensity, with her smiling, laughing, grinning and even almost crying at times as I work my rod in and out of her like a piston. Pleasing her and teasing her, feeling the build up to her first climax with me inside her.
“Kane…” she cautions me, but there’s no need to warn either of us about anything.
I want her to come so I can fill her with my seed, with our future family.
She’s gripped with a rigid spasm, her whole body arches and stiffens, cueing me to enter her as deep as I can, holding myself as she shudders to climax. I push my cock deep inside her, letting it draw out her orgasm, which seems to go on and on before she shows any signs of it subsiding, which is when I know I can’t hold mine any longer.
“Come in me Kane,” she begs, “Make our baby… take me and… Oh!”
She starts to come all over again, and I feel my own release mix with hers.
I collapse and roll over onto my back taking her with me, and she keeps the climax coming by pumping herself up and down on me, my hands clutching onto her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Trudi
I can add ‘lost my virginity’ to my list of crazy things that have happened in the past twenty four hours, and it’s still only Wednesday.
I collapse onto Kane, with him still inside me. We’re spent from our union, but by no means finished, I can just tell.
He’s still hard inside me and I think I’m getting the hang of this sex stuff. All the fears and phobias I had, my body image issues, all went out the window once I realized it’s who Kane wants me for, not just what I look like.
I’m still shaking, shuddering with tiny then major aftershocks and I can feel he is too.
Is it like this for everybody, all the time?
I don’t know, but I know how I feel about the second time coming thanks to Kane on the same day, and I know I’m hooked.
“Is there anything you aren’t great at?” I ask him, gasping to catch my breath, sitting up while straddling him still, feeling his full hardness returning as he starts to massage my chest again, teasing my nipples back to bullets.
“Until today,” he says thoughtfully, reflecting as he looks past me for a moment, “I thought I was impatient. But I think I waited long enough to claim you as mine.”
I smack his chest softly, “I think you wasted a half a day, you should’ve just bent me over the crappy couch in my apartment, like I want
ed you to,” I tell him and we both laugh, until I have to stop to gasp again, and he growls, gripping me tight by the hips, and I start to grind down on him again, feeling him in a whole new way, in a new position, watching his look of total approval and satisfaction as I twist and turn on his cock all over again.
Kane’s hands never leave my body once, and I feel like he has ten hands at one point, with his huge size and those magic fingers, working their way across, around and all over my whole body, all the while as I pump up and down on him until I can’t hold back any longer and feel myself gushing harder than before all over him, drenching us both and making him come just as hard a second time, deep inside me.
I feel like my legs are numb, but I want this feeling forever. I can’t bring myself to get off of him and even when I finally do try, he pulls me right back down into position with his hands firmly on my hips.
“You’re not going anywhere, just a while longer,” he says, making a satisfied pleased sound. The kind I know he makes when he gets what he wants.
I feel different now. Not just like a grown woman, a real woman to match my real man… I feel…
“Can you get pregnant your first time, and just know it?” I ask him. And I see how wide his smile is, how shiny his dark eyes are, looking up at me.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing… Mommy,” he says, tickling me and making me laugh until he lets me take his wrists flat to the bed, our faces almost touching.
“I’m serious,” I tell him, and he flexes inside me again, making me clench on him in reply.
“I think we just made a baby,” I tell him.
“I know we did,” he says with a firm conviction, flexing again to prove his point.
“How do you know?” I ask, “Or is it just because I mentioned it just now?”
“It’s… because…” He says firmly, gripping me by the wrists suddenly, and flipping me over while still keeping his semi-rigid cock inside me.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants…. And I want a baby, with you… a family of our own, starting today and lasting forever, that’s why.”
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