Good Girl(34)

Pushing his hard length deep inside of me, his lips barely touch mine as he says, “Cum for me.” His hand smacks hard against my clit, and my pussy spasms around his dick. Wave after wave of pleasure rocks through my body as he kneels back on his shins and grips my hips with both of his hands as he pumps in and out of me relentlessly.

Every inch of my skin is alive and tingling with infinite pleasure. He pounds into me, ripping through my orgasm. He pistons his hips all the way in and almost all the way out, over and over. My breasts bounce with each pounding fuck and my mouth opens with a silent scream.

I watch his muscles ripple with each thrust. The dim light shining through the windows leaves a contrast of shadows on his rigid, muscular chest. His dark eyes look down at me as he fucks me like he owns my body. The thought makes my pussy soak with arousal. He is the definition of power and lust. And I am his.

Fuck! Heat swirls deep in my belly. My body seems to ignite, and the tips of my toes and fingers go numb.

“Good girl.” He continues to pound into me. “Cum on my dick again.” His low baritone voice commands me as he mercilessly thrusts into me. I lose all sense of feeling. And then everything crashes down on me. My body thrashes beneath him and he thrusts all of himself deep inside of me. Hot waves of cum fill me as my body tenses with the overwhelming sensation.

I struggle to breathe as my orgasm hits me with near violence. My fingers dig deep into the sheets and mattress, and my heels dig into his ass, holding him there. I'm loving the intense pleasure.

His strong arms wrap around my sensitive body as he pulls out of me. He lies on his side and pulls me close to him. My body shivers without my consent as he kisses my hair. He pulls the covers around me and then kisses my cheek. I look up into his eyes and breathe slowly. He closes his eyes and leans down, pressing his lips to mine.

My heart clenches in my chest. A different kind of pain I’ve never felt before rises to the surface as his thumb gently brushes against my jaw. I feel the tears coming, so I break away and bury my head into his chest.

Just as quick as the unfamiliar emotion came, it leaves me. And I’m left only with exhaustion. I tilt my head and kiss Kane’s jaw and then his lips, keeping my eyes closed. I can’t look into his eyes. Fear nearly cripples me. There was something there--a spark. It gives me hope. And I can’t have that.

Reality threatens to bring me down, but I push it away and wrap my arms around Kane. Whatever this is, I want to keep it. I don’t want to lose this.

But I know I will. I can’t hold on to hope. I won’t.





Kane





I brush her hair away from her face. Ava’s still asleep. She looks so sweet. So innocent. Guilt and regret make my chest hurt and my heart sink. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of her. I’m holding her against her will. She’s forced to stay with me.

And yet, she begged me for it.

It took everything in me to turn her down, every ounce of control I had. But I couldn’t resist when she asked like that. I clench my jaw remembering her plea. “Take their touch away.” The desire to kill every one of those fuckers rides me hard. I’m up against all odds, but there’s no fucking way I’ll ever let them touch her again.

She stirs in my arms and it brings me back to the moment. I held her all night, her back to my chest. I fucking love the feel of her soft skin against me. My fingers itch to trail along the dip of her waist. As my eyes travel her body I see her ribs and my desire falters.

She’s still hurt, still suffering. I need to make this right for her.

The sound of my phone ringing on the dresser makes my eyes dart across the room. Ava stiffens in my arms, and it fucking kills me. She’s scared. She’s so used to waking up in fear that even after the night we shared, she still wakes up tense and full of apprehension. I quickly pull her body to mine and kiss her shoulder. My lips linger on her skin.

“Good morning, my good girl.” I know that little pet name makes her relax, and it does the trick once again. Her body molds to mine as the phone rings again. I look from the phone down to her and see her baby blues looking at me, and a soft, small smile is on her lips. I give her a quick kiss and leave her warmth to walk across the room to my phone.

It stops ringing just as I get there, and I grind my teeth when I see the name. Abram.

Fuck.

It’s not a good sign that he’s calling. It doesn’t have to be about Felipe, though. I fucking hope it’s not, anyway. I breathe in deep and hit “call back”. I put the phone to my ear and watch as Ava sits up in bed, covering herself with the blanket.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Kane,” Abram says flatly as he answers.