Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Cain was Zeus.
I whimpered as he rode through my never-ending orgasm, both of us making sounds that were more suited to the zoo. I mewled like a kitty, and he growled, sounding like a sexy bear. He paused, buried all the way inside me.
“Kelly, goddammit, woman . . .”
I felt a tingle deep inside me and knew he was going to come. I lifted my hips to meet his and he circled his hips again.
“Christ . . . that’s good, baby girl. That’s it . . .”
I started moving my hips in rhythm with his, and a whole new world of sensations opened up. This is something I can do, I thought in wonder. I can make Cain come. My orgasm didn’t stop. It felt like it was building again.
Cain’s perfect tempo faltered, picked up speed, and then stopped for a heartbeat. Then he started to thrust wildly into me. I felt his cock expand, getting even bigger, if that was even possible. It didn’t seem like it should be possible.
It was.
I gasped as Cain’s cock went from horse-sized to T Rex inside me, pressing on my walls, filling me up like I’d never been filled before.
I came a third time as I felt his hot seed explode inside me. It was incredible, how good it felt. And my body soaked it up greedily, adding my own juices, pulsating and creaming all over his shaft.
He collapsed forward, barely catching his weight on his forearms. I inhaled sharply, still coming, still milking his cock as he held perfectly still.
“Christ, Kelly.”
His voice sounded raw. Shaky. Not the unflappable Cain I was used to.
“That was . . .” I trailed off, not exactly sure what that was. Epic? Mind bending? Or was it normal?
“Off the charts. That was off the charts.”
He rolled to the side, pulling me with him. We were still attached but I felt wetness starting to leak out of me and down my thighs. I snuggled against his chest, wanted to get as close as possible to this incredible, perfect, orgasm master of a man.
“Oh.” I burrowed against him, wiggling in happiness. I was good at this. Cain said it was ‘off the charts.’
“Kelly. Hold still.” He squeezed me and I looked up at him. He looked worried. “You are making me hard again.”
“Really?” I murmured, already falling asleep.
“I have to tell you something. Don’t be mad.”
“Mad?”
He nodded slowly, his crinkled eyes worried.
“I forgot to wrap it up.”
“Hmm?” Whatever that meant, I was too blissed out to be worried. I was too blissed out to do anything but slide into unconsciousness. I barely heard the next words he said, or the concern in his voice.
“I didn’t put on a condom.”
Chapter Fifteen
Cain
I was lying to myself. To the beautiful girl in my arms. The girl I’d likely just impregnated.
I hadn’t forgotten. Well, I had, but only because deep down, I wanted to forget. Deep down, I wanted to be as close to Kelly as possible. But it was more than that. I wanted to lock her in. Tie her down.
I wanted to impregnate her.
There were condoms in the bedside table. Stashing them there was the first damn thing I’d done when I checked into the room. I was always prepared for any eventuality, especially when something was as important as this first time away with Kelly. It was part of my training and it hadn’t failed me yet.
Not once.
Not until now.
I stared at Kelly’s beautiful face. She wasn’t comprehending me. She didn’t understand what we’d just done. She was drugged by the force of the orgasms I had wrung out of her body, again and again. I knew she would be angry with me when she realized the ramifications.
But the question was, how angry?
Angry enough to break things off with me? Angry enough to walk away? I couldn’t let that happen.
Her eyes drifted shut, and I sighed, kissing her forehead. She was worn out. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling with her cradled in my arms. It was early still, and I knew she’d be hungry when she woke up from her second nap of the day. It was so cute how much the girl liked to sleep. Her mother had tipped me off about that too.
I should take a shower and get everything ready for her. But I couldn’t let her go. Not yet.
What if it was the last time she let me hold her? What if she was angry enough to really punish me? What if we had just made a baby?
What if she doesn’t want it?
Maybe, just maybe, it would be smarter not to say anything at all. That didn’t sit right either. It was tempting, so tempting, to let it go. She was so innocent and swept away that she might not realize what had happened.