“I’m going to fuck you, Cayla.” He couldn’t talk sweetly to her, not as insanely aroused as he was. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but I want you, baby. If this isn’t something you truly want then you need to say so now.” He caressed her cheek. “I’ll help you dress and walk you back home. But once I start, Cayla, I won’t stop until I possess every inch of you. Do you understand?”
She nodded slowly, and before he could tell her what he wanted she was on her back with her legs spread. Cayla looked like an offering, a goddamn gorgeous offering. He realized he didn’t have a condom and would need to go back to the kitchen and grab one from his wallet. He bent down and kissed her before going to do just that.
When he entered the bedroom again he stopped in his tracks. Cayla had her back to him and was bent at the waist pulling her panties down. Her ass was in clear view, and the dark crease between them had his mouth going dry. Quicker than any time before, he sheathed himself with the condom and moved closer to her until his erection slid right between her ass cheeks. A moan spilled from her. Sliding his hand around her front he cupped her breasts and urged her to straighten. His cock nestled between the cheeks of her bottom, and he breathed hard against her neck.
“You feel so big, Kane.” She let her head fall back against his chest, and he slid one hand up her chest to circle her throat. The beat of her pulse right below his thumb and middle finger was a frantic tempo.
“Tell me you want this, Cayla. I want to hear you say the words.” Kane spun her around and moved both hands down her back to cup her ass. He spread the mounds slightly and loved how she gasped. “Tell me.”
“I want you, Kane.” He shook his head. He wanted to hear the filthy words come from her mouth. Yeah, he never said he was a gentleman, but if he didn’t know she was getting off on this just as much as he was, he would have never pushed her.
“No, Cayla. I want you to tell me how much you want my cock in your pussy.” Her breasts rose and fell between them faster and faster. Was she even wetter from his words? He moved his hand from her bottom to between her legs and ran a finger through her incredibly slick folds. She was so fucking soaked he would have no problem sliding his dick all the way up in her.
“I want you inside of me. I want your dick inside of my pussy.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. Those were the words that had his heart palpating. Just hearing her talk about him inside of her was the most erotic thing he had ever heard.
Kane backed her to the edge of the bed and used his body to push her onto it. Although he had wanted to tear her panties off with his teeth, he couldn’t deny seeing her bent over had been hot. Her legs were spread wide on either side of his hips, and her hot, wet pussy was nestled right up against his dick. Starting a slow thrust against her might not have been the best idea, especially since he was already to the point to coming as it was, but she felt too good underneath him. Reaching between their bodies and aligning his cock with her pussy, Kane knew he wouldn’t last, not when it was Cayla. He bent down and took her mouth with his at the same time he pushed the head of his dick inside of her.
“Fuck, Cayla.” He closed his eyes and tensed when her tightness encased him. Sweat broke out on his brow as he pushed further inside of her. She felt as good as he had imagined, but he knew one time with her would never be enough. “You doing okay, baby?” Bracing his forearms on either side of her head and leaning down, Kane waited for her affirmation. He was only partially encased in her slick heat, and the barrier that proved her innocence touched the crown of his erection.
“I’m ready, Kane. I’ve been ready.”
Gripping her waist at the same time she lifted her hips, Kane let out a low curse of ecstasy.
“Be still, baby. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than what is inevitable.”
She nodded then sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
“Christ, Cayla. You can’t do shit like that either or I’m going to blow before I’m even fully inside of you.” He pulled out, and she arched her neck and closed her eyes.
“You feel so big.”
And she felt so incredibly perfect. When he was almost all the way out he didn’t hesitate. Thrusting his hips forward in one, quick move, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. A small cry came from her, and tears slipped out the corner of her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Kissing her softly, he didn’t move so she could adjust to him. Her fingers curled in his flesh, and she nodded for him to continue. At first Kane’s thrusts and retreats were slow and steady, but soon his body became a machine, one he had no control over, and he started to move faster and harder. She begged for more, pleaded for him to make her his.