Page 76 of Dirty Little Secret
“I don’t have any diseases, Kane.” I moved my body up on the bed then pulled the blanket down so I could get on the sheet underneath it.
I couldn’t believe the lopsided grin he had on his face. “And how do you know if you have any or not? Did you get checked out after your last sexual encounter?”
He’d struck a nerve. I hadn’t gotten checked out in the last six months. I’d only had sex a few times though. And with guys who didn’t seem like they had any diseases.
When I didn’t answer, he climbed onto the bed, giving me that knowing look he had. “So, let me just take precautions this time, baby. I’ll personally give you an exam tomorrow at my office so we can be sure you’re clean.”
I had to be honest with him. “All this talk of diseases has put a bit of damper on things.”
With a kiss to the tip of my nose, his knee moved between my legs, spreading them open again. “Sorry about that, baby. It’s a necessary evil. And you can imagine how much both of our spirits would be dampened if I came up with an STD. Let me take care of things. I’m pretty damn good at it.” He pushed his fat, long, hard-as-a-rock cock into me and everything I’d been thinking vanished in an instant. “Better?”
I moaned, low and slow. “Better.”
Rocking back and forth, his body was tight to mine. The mound of flesh above his cock moved rhythmically over my clit as he moved deep inside of me. Unimaginable desire coursed through my veins as his lips pressed against mine.
My nails dug into his back as he took me higher and higher until a wave of intense pleasure shook me to my core. But he wasn’t about to stop there. Just like before, first came the slow and easy, then came the rough and rowdy.
“On your knees, Zandra.” Kane’s eyes were ablaze with passion as he issued his command.
Squirming to get to that position, I held my breath, waiting for the first slap. A sharp sound pierced the air as he hit my ass, making it sting in the best way ever. Not many men knew just how to deliver a well-placed slap that would make a girl go wet all over.
Barbaric as it may seem, having my ass smacked by Kane sent me into a deep state of arousal that nothing else could. His hand connected with my ass over and over before he thrust his cock back into me.
Fucking me from behind, he stopped slapping my butt to put his pinky into my ass, making me squeal. My body was so overwhelmed by sensation, I could hardly control the sounds that were coming out of my mouth.
“We’re gonna start spreading this out so I can take you here too, baby. I want to take you every way imaginable.”
My inner thighs quivered as I thought about his fat, long cock plunging deep into my asshole. “Yes,” I groaned with a raspy sound.
I felt him switch to a larger finger, which he pumped it into me at the same speed he pumped his cock. “Looks like you like the idea too. Your ass is really pulsing, baby. You want me to fuck your asshole, don’t you?”
“I do,” I growled. I did want that, so badly it wasn’t right.
“Kissing your asshole, licking it, sucking it, biting the soft edges then slamming my hard cock into it, making you scream in the best pain imaginable before pumping it into you until my cum bursts inside of you.”
He groaned then as his cock jerked inside of me. I didn’t get to feel the hot fluid filling me; the condom caught all that. But I could feel the intense jerking and the way he moaned with every pulse sent me into another climax that made my head feel like it was floating.
Slumping over my back, he kissed me between my shoulder blades. “One down, only ten or eleven more to go.” He pulled out of me, and I fell on the bed, face-first.
Panting, I tried to catch my breath before saying, “Fuck, that was good!”
“I need water.” He walked to the bathroom attached to my bedroom, coming back out with a washcloth.
I rolled over to find his cock glistening where he’d wiped it clean, the condom gone. Wiggling my finger at him, I beckoned him to come to me. “There are a few bottles of water in my top drawer. I keep them there so I don’t have to walk all the way to the kitchen if I get thirsty when I’m sleeping. You can drink one while you let me play with your sweet cock.”
He went to get the water then came back to me. Opening the bottle, he said, “Get to it, baby.” Then he held up one finger to stop me. “Wait. First, I want to get things straight between us. You’re mine. I don’t want to share you.”
As if I’d ever want anyone else.
“Is that so?” I moved to the edge of the bed on my hands and knees then sat on my ass, my face level with his cock, which was already growing with arousal at the thought of me sucking him off.
“That’s a fact, Zandra Larkin.” He moved one hand through my hair, pulling out what was left of the pins that had held it up. My hair hung freely around my shoulders. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. If you want me.”
For a brief moment, I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant. So I asked, “Does this mean that you and I are a couple?”
He nodded then took a drink. “It does.”
I needed more clarification than that, though. “Even in front of Fox?”
Now he froze. His eyes went up as if he had to think about that, and I wasn’t a fan of that at all. I started moving back on the bed but was stopped when he tightened the hand he had in my hair, wrapping his fist around the strands and preventing me from retreating from him any further. “Don’t do that. We’ll have to take things slow in front of him. But eventually, we’ll let him know we’re a couple. I just don’t want to get his hopes up too early on.”
“Can we hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek in front of him?” If he said no, then I wasn’t going to go any further.
My body language may have told him that as he smiled at me before answering, “Yeah, we can do those things.”
“Good. Then we can keep doing this thing, Dr. Price.” Moving back into position, I stretched open my mouth, ready to show him what I’d learned during our years apart.
I hoped he would be pleased too.
