Page 20 of Seized By Solo

“Fuck, your cunt is tight, wet and hot for me, baby,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

He looks down at me. His dark eyes should scare me but they don’t. Sweat runs down his face, and his beard glistens with it. Some drops land on my naked chest and I shiver. I know that would disgust some women but I find it sexy that he’s in this state because of me.

Kane shifts and sits back on his hunches. His hands slip under my arse cheeks, then he lifts me into a new angle, making his cock slip deeper.

“Oh, Kane. Yes,” I scream.

“Fuck, look at that pussy taking me so good, babe. You are creaming up my cock, baby.”

“Harder, Kane.” I grip the bedding, losing feeling in my fingers from the pressure.

“Yes, come for me, Elsie baby. I can feel your pussy ready to milk me,” he growls.

His hips snap harder, his balls slapping against my arse cheeks.

The sound of our skin connecting fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing. His hands move from my arse. One settles on my hip, the other goes to my lower stomach, his thumb pressing down on my clit, rocking back and forth, causing the most delicious friction known to a woman during sex.

“Oh, yes. I’m going to come,” I pant, my voice trembling with arousal and desire.

“Yes, fucking come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. Milk me. I want to fill you up with my cum,” he grunts, his hips never stopping.

My orgasm slams into me, taking over my body as he keeps fucking me. He thrusts a few more times, then his body stills and he lets out a growl that vibrates through my body and the room. My name echoes with the growl as he fills me up, and my body goes limp beneath him. His body is shaking and his breaths are coming in deep, loud pants. He falls beside me, his arm looping around my body, pulling me flush against him.

“Fuck, that was good. We needed that, babe.” He chuckles lightly.

I smile against his chest, my fingers gently brushing through his chest hair, my leg slung over his thigh. With my ex-husband we never did this, just lounge after sex, it was once he got off, he was done with my body.

I feel sticky between my legs, and gasp.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He looks at me, his brow dipped.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I state, panic setting in.

“I know. I’m clean, and I trust that you are too.”

“I’m not on the bloody pill, you big oaf.” I slap his chest, pushing to sit up, but he doesn’t let me get far.

“Hold up, babe. If you get pregnant then we will deal with it,” he utters like it is nothing.

“Deal with it? Fucking typical man,” I screech and try to pull from his grasp.

He forces me down onto the bed and looms over me with a toothy grin.

“I don’t know what you are smiling about. You are about to lose your fucking balls, mate,” I snap at him, making his grin widen.

“You like my balls too much to remove them from my body, baby.”

“I will fucking try.” My anger is bubbling over and it only makes him smile more.

“Baby,” he soothes, his hand cupping my face. “By dealing with it, I meant that we would have a kid together. I don’t see adding more as a problem.”

This man is speaking to me so nonchalantly about having kids together, and we have slept together once and I am not even sure what we are. Are we dating? Are we just playing around?

He says that I am his, but will he claim me to the club like Kink did with Adele?

So many questions rush through my skull, making me more confused.

“Oh,” is all I say, my brain fritzing out on me.

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