“Okay, I was planning to break up with him, but that’s not the point.”
“It's exactly the point.” I should be angry. Livid really. He’s taken over my house. Why is it a little bit charming too? Not that I would ever in my life tell him that.
“Come over here.” He pats the sofa next to him. “I’ll come get you and bring you over here. One way or another it’s happening.” I stomp over to the sofa, plopping down before folding my hands over my chest. He puts his arm around me.
“One wrong move and you’re out of here.”
“If you say so.” He pulls me more into his side. I relax into him. He smells too good and feels just right. I have no idea what movie he picked. I was out as soon as I laid my head on his chest.
11
Dane
I let her sleep for an hour. A gentleman might’ve carried her to the bedroom, laid a blanket over those sweet curves, and seen himself out. No one has ever accused me of being that kind of man. She’s too enticing, too sexy, sprawled across my lap. I sweep a hand over the rise of her hip and into the dip of her waist. I let the warmth of my hand sink into her skin. Her eyes blink slowly, like a small kitten waking from a nap.
I reach for her chin and tilt her neck back. “Don’t know all of your past, but I do know what’s in your future. It’s me. Get used to it.”
I don’t give her time to protest. I just kiss her. She’s mine now. Kissing her is my right. Her body belongs to me. Her days are mine and her nights are too. I snake my hand up her shirt and find her breast covered in lace and silk. Her nipple peaks under my fingers. Her tit is full and lush, her nipple hard and taut. Her body begs to be devoured.
Our tongues clash in a wet, hungry battle. She might want me, but she’s not happy about it. I don’t care. I’m feeding her body right now, and her body wants touches and kisses and caresses. The way in which she arches into my hand or the way she clutches my neck all say the same though—she’s fucking starved.
I drop my hand down to her cloth-covered pussy and press the heel of my hand against her mound. She grinds up against me, moaning into my mouth. More, her actions scream, give me more.
Baby, you don’t need to ask twice. I shove my hand under her panties until my fingers make contact with her bare skin. She’s drenched and swollen. I slide my fingers on either side of her cunt lips and rub.
She makes a needy high-pitched sound in the back of her throat and breaks away from my mouth, panting for air.
“Hungry, are you?” I grunt in satisfaction. “Want to ride my fingers?”
Her lips tighten as she tries to keep her yes inside her mouth. She knows once I’m inside of her, that’s the end. No matter how hard she tries to deny it, she’s lowering her walls.
“You don’t have to say a word, Khloe. I got you.” I slip two fingers inside of her. The resistance of her tight cunt doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the widening of her eyes and another swallowed gasp. She hasn’t seen much action here. I’d guess that she’s seen none—not even a toy or her own fingers. “You’re a real virgin, aren’t you? Literally untouched.” She’s been saving herself for me and didn’t even notice. “Don’t you worry. I’m going to take good care of you.” I prop her up slightly so she can watch me fuck her with my hand. “I’ll be gentle now but later when it’s my cock, I’m going to fuck you hard and long.” Her pussy clenches around my fingers, ecstatic at the idea.
She starts to tremble as the fire I’m stoking between her legs becomes a full-fledged inferno. The phone rings. I ignore it.
“Your pho—“
“Forget it.” I push another finger inside of her. My dick’s fucking thick and I don’t want to hurt her when the time comes for us to fuck.
“But—“
“Focus on your cunt, Khloe.”
The phone keeps ringing.
“They’re ca—“
I pick up the phone and hurl it across the room. The metallic crash mingles with her surprised yelp and yet, the fucking thing doesn’t stop ringing. A muffled laugh escapes her mouth. She takes advantage of my momentary distraction to