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)
So I’m trapped. I have to keep on being Kane. But surely there’s some way to tell her the truth—a way she would accept and not hate me?
Pondering the problem, I finally drift to sleep, hoping I’ll come up with a solution soon…
25
SUNNY
Kane is still hard when I wake up and at first, I don’t know what happened. Why am I naked in bed with him and why does he have his shaft between my thighs? Also, why is the broad head rubbing between my pussy lips and bumping against my clit? (The pleasure is what woke me up in the first place.)
Then last night comes rushing back. I remember rubbing against him…then I remember him coming in me. Oh crap.
I shift against him and feel his shaft move between my pussy lips. What happened didn’t seem like a big deal last night, but this morning I’m wondering if I’m going to be in trouble when it’s time for my next period. That’s a little under two weeks away which means I might even be ovulating right now.
But then I remember what he said about probably not being able to get me pregnant unless he knotted me. And no matter how much cream he pumped into my pussy, it was only the head of his cock that went into me. I was nowhere near taking the rest of his thick shaft or that monster knot of his. Although, I can’t help wondering what that might feel like…
My body is feeling “hungry” again this morning, despite the two intense orgasms I had the night before. I can’t help noticing that I feel kind of empty inside. I also notice that the head of Kane’s cock is now lodged right against the mouth of my pussy…
He seems fast asleep—his breathing is deep and regular. This is probably what they call “morning wood” poking against me—well really, poking into me, though just a little bit.
Should I try it?
Experimentally, I tilt my hips back and open my thighs a little more. He’s so long and hard that the head immediately slips inside me, breaching my entrance with no problem at all. But then comes a problem.
Kane has one of those cocks where the shaft gets a lot thicker right below the head. I’m not sure if I can take even another single inch of him inside me…but I kind of want to try.
I shift again and spread my thighs even wider. I feel a stretching sensation…and then another thick inch slips in, sliding into my pussy as though it belongs there. And then another…and another.
Oh God, it feels really good! I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t seem to stop. I tilt a little further and feel his shaft slide even deeper, my inner walls stretching to take it…
“Baby? Are you awake?”
Kane’s voice is deep and sleepy. I freeze against him. I can’t let him know what I was doing! It’s too embarrassing to admit I wanted to feel him inside me.
Closing my eyes, I go limp and pretend to sleep.
“Baby?” He puts a hand on my arm and shakes me gently. “Baby, wake up.”
“Hmm?” I open my eyes and pretend to yawn. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is I slipped inside you again.” Kane sounds apologetic, but I notice he’s not moving—his thick cock is still inside me. “Do you feel that?” he asks and nudges in and out, just a tiny bit.
“Um…yes,” I say.
“We’d better see how deep I am in you.” Kane throws back the sheet and quilt and we both look down.
I bite my lip at what I see when I spread my thighs again. My little pussy mouth is stretched tight around his thick cock and over a half of it is inside me.
“Oh my,” I whisper as the impact of what I did hits home. I actually took his cock in me—which was exactly what I wasn’t supposed to do. But I didn’t know I was taking so much! I can’t believe he’s over halfway in me.
“I’m sorry, baby—I didn’t mean to do this,” Kane tells me, but he’s still lodged inside me, neither of us moving.
“It’s okay,” I say breathlessly. “I mean, like I said last night, accidents happen. At least you didn’t, uh, come in me this time.”
“No and I’m trying not to,” he growls softly. “But your tight little pussy feels so good wrapped around me, I’m afraid if I move too much—even to slide out of you—I’ll start pumping you full of my cum and give you a creamy pussy.”
Oh crap—I really did it now. I can’t believe I put myself in this position again!
“Maybe if we just relax a minute and don’t move,” I suggest. Though we have to get up and get to the diner soon—those pies aren’t going to make themselves.