Page 27 of Betrayed

“Everything okay?DidIdo it wrong?”Iask anxiously.

“No, baby—you’re doing itsodamn right,” he assures me. “Don’tstop—love the feel of your soft little hands on me.”

Encouraged by his response,Itake a firmer grip and begin to stroke him up and down.Hegroans and shifts his hips, spreading his thighs wider as he thrusts into my hand.Hiscock feels like warm, velvety steel in my palm butIwant to see more of it—Iwant to seeallof it.

Impatiently,Ipush the gray sleep trousers down untilKanelifts himself obligingly so they fall down to around his ankles.Istart stroking the entire length of him now and let me tell you, there’s alotto stroke.Iwonder how he ever fits this monster inside a girl to have sex at all.

And thenIsee something strange…down near the base of his cock is a kind of swelling that’s considerably thicker than the rest of his shaft.

“Er…what’s this?”Iask, running my fingers over it.

“God!”Hebucks his hips again, clearly loving my touch. “That…that’s my knot, baby,” he says and his voice is a deep, hungry growl.

“Your what?”Ifrown.

“It has to do with my pack—er,Imean, it’s somethingIinherited from my father,” he explains. “It’spart of me—a sign of my people.Likethis.”Heshows me the brand on his wrist—the oneIwanted to ask about earlier. “See, my father was in a kind of, uh, club,” he explains. “Aclub with people that all have the same genetic markers.AndIinherited them from him.”

“Oh.Mydad had a brand like that, too,”Isay, pointing at his wrist.

“He did?”Hiseyebrows shoot up.

“Uh-huh.”Inod. “ButIdon’t thinkIinherited any kind of, uh, genetic markers from him.Nothinglike your knot, at least.”Istroke it again, using my nails to tickle it andKanegroans aloud. “Tellme more about it—what does it do?”

“It swells inside a woman’s pussy whenI’mfucking her,” he growls. “Itties us together and helps me breed her—makes it more likely she’ll get pregnant whenIshoot my cum deep inside her.”

OhGod, why didIimagine him doing that to me when he said it?Whydo his words, spoken in that low, growling voice, make me feel so hot?Itry to make myself sound normal.

“Really?”Ilook at the knot uncertainly—it seems like it’s gotten bigger sinceIstarted stroking it.Ican’t imagine having it in my pussy.Ofcourse,Ishouldn’t be imagining havinganypart of my big brother’s cock in my pussy, but my mind won’t stop showing me pictures—really naughty ones.Itry to push them away and concentrate on stroking him.

Kane groans again.

“God, you’re driving me fuckingcrazybaby!”

“You like it whenItouch you like this?”Iask him. “Doyou like to watch me do it?”

“I love to watch your tits when you’re stroking me,” he growls hoarsely. “Lovethe way they jiggle.Fuckinghot!”

Impulsively,Ishrug my shoulders and let the spaghetti straps of my gown slither down my arms.Thepale pink gown falls low, baring my breasts and my tight nipples which are aching with need.

“God, baby—so fucking beautiful!”Kanegrowls. “CanItouch them?”

“If…if you want to.”Ilean even closer, thrusting my breasts out asIcontinue to stroke him up and down with one hand.

Kane palms one of my breasts and squeezes lightly.Thenhe cups it and begins to run the pad of his thumb around and around the tight tip of my nipple.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through me.Aguilty little voice in my head is shouting thatIshouldn’t be doing this.Ishouldn’t be letting my big brother caress my breasts whileIjerk him off.

But it feels too good to stop.Kane’sspicy scent seems to invade my senses asIlean towards him, urging me on.Iwonder ifIsmell as good to him as he does to me.Istroke him faster—Ican’t lie,Iwant to make him come.Iwant to see him lose it and know thatI’mthe reason why.

Meanwhile the way he’s teasing my nipple is driving mecrazy.Hisbig hand is so warm and he’s pinching me now, tugging lightly and sending sparks of sensation straight down to my pussy, which is so wetI’mafraidImight leave a spot on the couch.

I feelKanego rigid in my hand—his cock gets even bigger and harder, if that’s possible.Andthen he starts to cum.

My eyes get wide—I’venever seen anything like this.Imean,I’veseenCharlescome before, whenIdidn’t feel like having sex and jerked him off instead.Buthe only pumped out one or two weak spurts and he was done.

WithKane, it’s different.Histhick cock jerks in my hand and rope after rope of creamy white cum shoots from the tip, painting his hard abs and belly.

He’s not quiet when he comes either.

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