Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Accidents happen, sometimes,” I say, speaking the thought out loud. “You didn’t mean to slip inside me. Things just got kind of…slippery and the head went in. That’s not a big deal, right?”
“Hopefully not,” he acknowledges. “Because I know you don’t want to be carrying my baby.”
If only things were different I’d gladly carry his child! I’d be proud to be pregnant by him…if only he wasn’t my big brother. I open my mouth to say that, but I’m not sure I should. After all, we’re already getting a lot closer than we probably should be.
“How’s your little pussy feeling now?” Kane asks me. He slips one big hand between my thighs and I part for him automatically. “Are you still feeling tender inside?”
I wonder if he wants to rub against me again? I’m not sure if I can take that much friction for a second time tonight.
“It’s a little sore,” I say honestly.
“Poor baby…” He kisses me softly as he slides one gentle fingertip around my clit. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”
I catch my breath as I remember how he “kissed” my nipples better. Does he really want to do that?
“Do you really want to?” I ask him.
“Mmm-hmm.” In the dim bedroom, his pale eyes are heavy-lidded. “It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted pussy, baby. Would you let me taste yours tonight? Would you let me kiss you all better?”
“Well…if you really want to.” I can’t help remembering how Charles stopped after trying for about thirty seconds and announced that it just “wasn’t his thing.”
“I want to.” And then Kane is sliding down the bed and flipping back the quilt so he can get situated between my thighs. To my surprise, he grabs one of the pillows and shoves it under my hips.
“Oh—what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“Want you to see me do this,” Kane growls. “Want you to watch me kiss your sweet little pussy all better, baby.”
“O-okay,” I whisper breathlessly as he parts my thighs wide and settles between them.
“Watch me,” he growls again. And, holding my gaze with his, he dips his head and licks my pussy, sliding his tongue right between my lips to caress the aching bud of my clit.
“Ahh!” I cry and buck my hips, my thighs closing with the intensity of the sensation.
In response, Kane shakes his head.
“No, baby—you have to be a good girl and stay open for me so I can kiss you all better.”
He winds his long, muscular arms around my thighs and splits me wide—holding me open effortlessly as he ducks his head again.
I moan as he licks me over and over, holding my eyes with his as his tongue glides over my aching clit.
“Oh…oh, Kane!” I gasp and somehow my hands have found his head and my fingers are buried in his hair, tugging and urging him on.
Kane doesn’t seem to mind this—he growls low in his throat and keeps licking, holding me in place as he sends me closer and closer to the edge.
And then I’m coming again—my back arching and my toes curling as I explode against his tongue. God, it feels so good to be kissed here—to be licked! I never knew it could be like this—no other guy I’ve been with has been interested in doing this to me but Kane seems to have mastered it as an art form. He eats my pussy like he’s a starving man and I’m his feast. Again I tell myself that I’m helping him—giving him what he needs after those long, lonely years locked away.
He keeps on licking me, guiding me through my orgasm and holding me in place. If he wasn’t, I would probably have gone off the side of the bed. It feels so good it’s impossible to hold still!
At last, I start panting and trying to push his head away.
“Kane please—it’s too much! I’m too sensitive!” I moan.
Reluctantly, I think, he looks up. His mouth is shiny with my juices and he licks his lips, as though I taste delicious.
“Sorry, baby,” he growls. “First I come in you and then I hold you down and lick you until you’re trying to get away from me. Seems like I’m not being a very good big brother tonight.”
“It…it’s all right.” I’m still panting from the pleasure. “You just got a little carried away, that’s all. Like you said, it’s been a long time since you, you know, tasted a woman there.”
“Yes, it’s been a long fucking time,” he agrees and places one more soft kiss on my open pussy, being careful not to over stimulate me. “Thank you for letting me taste you, baby—your soft little pussy is so sweet and hot.”
“You’re welcome.” I hold out my arms to him. “But will you hold me now? I’m getting cold.”
“Sure, baby.” He comes back up to the top of the bed and pulls me into his arms. “You want to spoon again?”