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“Well, she has to work and she’s taking classes online and…” Kane walked around to look me in the eye shooting his expression at me like daggers.
“North, you go see her all the time. Her time isn’t any more valuable than yours. If you’re invested in this friendship even after everything I’ve told you…”
“I am. I told you she’s my only friend.”
“Okay,” He said holding his hands out. “You can take the truck when you get off and pick her up. I’ll order something for dinner.”
“I’ll make dinner, Kane,” I laughed. I’d learned my way around the kitchen well and I baked a never-ending buffet of treats since I couldn’t fuck the man I loved. Hell, I had to find some way to divert my attention. Plus eating everything I cooked helped me pack on fifteen pounds and they were all in the right places.
“You sure? I’m trying to take some of the burden off you.” He touched my hair and offered a soft smile. My scalp buzzed from the magic in his fingertips.
“I’m sure,Dad,” I taunted, standing to my feet. Kane gripped my hips and pulled me against him so hard and fast it made me yelp with laughter.
“What the hell did I tell you about calling me that, Shortcake?” He bit my bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and feeding me his tongue. I broke the slow and delicious kiss with a smile.
“I recall you saying something about only wanting to hear me call you daddy while your dick was in me. You know, when the time is right and all.” I batted my lashes at him and he growled in response before pinning me against the wall. Even with fifteen extra pounds, I was only one hundred twenty pounds. I stood zero chance against Kane’s muscle-bound two-thirty.
I didn’t mind being pinned by him at all.
I breathed in his clean scent and basked in the warmth of his skin. This man had become so much more than my father. So much more than my friend. He was the other part of my soul. The part I thought didn’t exist. The part I needed to thrive.
Kane’s mouth tortured me with decadent kisses all over my throat like he was trying to pull the moans directly from my voice box and devour them. I’d give him every moan I produced as long as he kept kissing me that way.
“You can’t keep talking like that. You know what it does to me.” I knew exactly what it did to him and evidence of it was stabbing into my belly hard and thick. I’d admittedly been pushing Kane a little more the past few weeks. I was so close to turning eighteen but I was also close to losing my fucking mind if I didn’t feel him inside of me. Cold showers weren’t cutting through my hunger anymore.
“I know,” I sighed against him. I reached down to stroke his hard cock through his sweatpants and he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His green eyes burned into me. My throat thickened at the way they smoldered.
“With you talking about my dick inside of you, while you smell like cherries and delicious, wet pussy. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” His big hand eased between my thighs and his thumb found my clit. It was already aching for him like everything else in my body. He brushed his lips against my shoulder. His facial hair tickled my skin leaving goosebumps behind.
I untied the drawstring at his tight waist and tugged on his heavy cock until it sprang free swaying to its own baseline. Kane’s hands wasted no time shoving my dress up and lifting my leg so he could press himself against my wettest, neediest part. The pressure made me whimper.
Whenever we’d gotten this close in the past, he pulled away or something disrupted us somehow. I waited with bated breath for that moment to happen but it never came.
Was this finally it?
Had I whittled away at Kane’s unwavering willpower?
He pressed his forehead to mine and our gazes tangled green on blue.
“You know you’re wearing me down, don’t you, North?” My eyes went wide and I nibbled on my bottom lip, nodding up at him. “We. Can’t. Do. This.” Pain blared in his eyes but they still darkened with the desire to fuck me. I felt it pulsing through him.
He slid his dick against my pussy achingly slow.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
I was swimming in urges. They were about to close over my head submerging me for good. My panties were soaked and they got wetter every time he slid against me.
“Fuck, North.” His hungry growl and the way my name poured over his lips made me pulse all over. With the collar of his shirt in my fist, I pulled him against my mouth and tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth.
“Please, Kane,” I begged in a soft whimper that made his cock throb against me. The jolt made my clit jump to life and forced a moan from me.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He shut his eyes and quieted my whines with his mouth. He controlled me with that one kiss. He buckled my knees with one thrust and I couldn’t stop myself from coming all over him.
I didn’t want to come right then. I wanted to hold on to my orgasm and lord it over his head hoping he’d fuck me and take my shudders and trembles by force. My body was such a goddamn traitor. It didn’t put up a fight at all. Kane was a thief.
Was it really a crime if I enjoyed it though?
“Shit…” Kane groaned right before he shot his warm, silky load all over my pretty pink panties. “We keep playing with fire,” he said catching his breath and lowering my leg.
