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)
He takes me at my word and I feel him pulsing inside me over and over, hot spurts of his cream coating the mouth of my womb. And then I feel another sensation…it’s like that mouth inside me is opening and starting to suck the head of his cock deeper inside me. At the same time, I feel the thick swelling of his knot beginning to enter me…
“Whoa, baby!” Kane grips my hips harder and drags me off of him. I’m still straddling his lap, but now his cock is free of my pussy.
“Why did you do that?” I gasp and look down as his cream runs down my thighs in rivulets.
“No knotting, remember?” He looks at me grimly. “You really will get pregnant if we do that—I could feel myself sliding deeper inside you.”
I could feel it too, but that doesn’t mean I wanted him to stop! I have this feeling that if only he would knot me, we could be together forever. I know it sounds strange and crazy, but I can’t help it—that’s how I feel.
“Fuck, I really filled you up, didn’t I?” Kane lifts the hem of my nighty and looks ruefully at his cream coating my thighs.
“It’s all right—we knew we were taking a risk,” I tell him. “I’m not mad at you for coming in me, Kane—I knew it might happen when I offered to help you work on your control”
“I really tried not to but your soft little pussy is so tight. Feels like it was just made for my cock.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Well, I guess I should get you cleaned up.”
But before we can get off the couch to go to the shower I hear a click and the front door is thrown open. Charles strides in and stops dead in his tracks, staring at me and Kane both half-naked on the couch.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” he demands.
28
SUNNY
“Charles, what are you doing here?” I demand, trying unsuccessfully to cover myself. The short nighty I have on is completely see-through. Add that to the fact that Kane’s cock is still out and his cum is all over my thighs and there’s no hiding what’s been going on.
Damn it, I never should have given Charles a key!
Charles stares at me blankly and shakes his head.
“I can’t believe this,” he says. “And to think, I came here to save you!”
“Save me from what?” I ask. I’m feeling angry and defensive. “If you’re going to start again about how my brother is going to ‘snap’ at any moment—”
“That man is not your brother.” Charles points at Kane and his faces twists in disgust. “Though I guess that’s a good thing, considering what the two of you have obviously been doing together.”
“What are you talking about?” I snap. “Of course Kane is my brother!”
“That man isn’t your brother Kane, though,” Charles says, glaring at him. “I went to the prison to check things out. Your brother—your real brother, Kane Michael Black—just got out and I was able to talk to him. Look—this is him!”
He holds out his cellphone and I see a picture of a man I don’t recognize. He’s big and burly with a shaved head and a thick black beard and mustache. He has tattoos all over his neck and chest and arms. But he also has the same eyes I do—the same unusual amber color that everyone always remarks on. Still, this can’t be right, can it? I mean, Charles must be lying because he’s jealous.
I look at Kane…and he won’t meet my eyes.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please tell me this isn’t true! You’re Kane, aren’t you?”
He opens his mouth, but Charles is already talking again.
“That man—the man you’ve obviously been fucking—was your brother’s cellmate. Not only that—he was in prison for murder.”
“Murder?” I can’t believe this—it keeps getting worse!
“By the way, the real Kane told me he never answered a single one of your letters. To be honest, I rather doubt he’s even literate.” Charles sniffs. Clearly he doesn’t approve of my brother—my real brother.
I let that thought sink in. Can it really be true?
I look back at Kane again…or whatever his name is.
“Tell me,” I say, my voice shaking. “Tell me what’s going on. Are you Kane or not?”
“No,” he says heavily. “But, baby, I can explain—”
“No!” I feel sick and my voice is shaking but I know what to do. I scramble off his lap and oh God—his cum is still leaking out of me, running down my thighs! I’ve been fucking a man I don’t even know.
“Baby…Sunny…” he begins again.
“No!” I shout. “No, get out! Get out of my house right now!”
“I wanted to tell you!” he says, standing and pulling up his sweatpants. “Look, your letters saved my life! I just couldn’t—”