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“Play with your clit, kitten. I’m going to come, I need you to come with this pussy wrapped around my cock. Ah, fuck, that’s my good girl. Just like that, let me see you rub that little pussy.”

I watch as she rubs hard, fast circles at her clit. Her thighs tense as she starts to bounce on my lap, fucking me back. I smack her ass and her pussy flutters around my cock. I do it again and her head falls back, a scream echoing in the room.

“Oh! I’m coming! Yes, Kane!”

Smacking her ass again, I slam her down on my cock. My orgasm burns up my spine. I sink my teeth into her tit, marking her skin as I come inside her. Jerking rope after rope of cum inside her, I hope it takes. I meant what I said. IhopeI get her pregnant. Anything to tie her to me for good.

Collapsing together, we cuddle together on the big chair. I press kisses over her breasts, along the faint scar there, across her collar, and up her throat. I tell her in soft whispers how good she feels, my cock still buried inside her. And I tell her what I suspect she must already know.

“Oh, kitten. I was obsessed with you before,” I trail off, smiling as she gazes down at me. “Now it is going to be so much worse.”

Grinning at me, she says just two words. “Worth it.”

Chapter Seven

Kinsley

I cannot remember my last date.

Now I know I won’t remember any of them again. Because when Kane says he wants to take me on a date, he means it. Our date started off a little backwards. I never expected us to do what we did, but I don’t regret it. If this is our first and last date, at least I know what it’s like to have him.

“You look so good, Kinsley,” his voice rumbles as he steers his truck through the darkness.

“Trying to get into my panties with all the flattery?” I tease.

“Oh, yes. I won’t pretend otherwise, kitten. Doesn’t matter that I already got in them,” he teases back, turning to wink at me. “You should aways hear how beautiful you are, Kinsley. Because you are.”

Fluttering in my stomach lets me know this is out of my hands. How could I have sat across from this beautiful man to tutor him and not wind up wanting to get beneath him? His hand is on my thigh, just the way I imagined that night at the library, and it feels so good. So right to be connected to him by the bold touch.

“Do you always seek out the most impossible women, Kane?”

“No, kitten. I never seek women out at all.”

“What does that mean? Am I to believe you were a virgin,” I whisper the word behind my hand, grinning when he laughs at me.

“No. I could never be so lucky to get it right the first time.”

His gaze as we stop at a light is heavier than I can handle. What is he saying? Does he mean what I think he does? That he wishes tonight was his first time, with me? That can’t be what he means, of course. He is a hot football player, talk of the town, half the female body is in love with him.

“Expand on that.”

Grinning at me, he gives my thigh a little squeeze. “It means, I wish it had been you first. It will be you and no one else now, Kinsley. I dated in high school a little, went to the prom, did all the things you do as a dumb kid. Once I got into Hollow Oaks, all I cared about was getting a degree.”

“Is that so? Well then why do you need a tutor? Why is Dean Vickers worried about you staying on course? Your records showed you cared a lot more about mouthing off, coming late to class, and being as much trouble as you can be.”

In the darkness, I see his shoulders tense. I have upset him. Why does that make my chest ache? Why does seeing him upset make me feel so awful? His hand tightens on my thigh as he pulls over. Glancing around, I frown because I don’t recognize where we are.

“Being some big cock on campus was never what I wanted. I can play football. I am good at it. But I don’t love it. I am not Connor Mitchell or even Dash Dawson. I just wanted a shot to do something with my life. Something I could be proud of.”

In my chest, my heart swells with emotion. With understanding. Reaching over, I brush my fingers through his hair that has fallen in his face. He groans, his face turning so I can comb the hair back from his face. Unable to help myself and feeling bold in the dark, I lean over the console.

“Kane!” I whimper before I mold my mouth to his hungrily.

Groaning, his mouth opens as my tongue traces his mouth. God, I love kissing him. I don’t remember even liking kissing. Kissing Kane feels like making love with our mouths. It’s deeper than lips and tongue. His hand comes to the back of my head and he fists my hair, tugging gently.

“If we start now, I am bending you over in my back seat, Ms. Tingle. I want inside you every single second I’m near you,” he grunts before he licks my mouth and I open to his probing tongue.

His other hand pushes at the top of my corset style top. His hand fills with my tit and I moan, his palm rubbing at the stiff nipple. I want him to push me in the back seat. I want us to fuck like reckless teenagers. But what I want more is a real date because it might be the only one we get.

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