Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Claiming it?” I whisper, squeezing my legs together under the table.
Lust can’t always feel like this, surely. My body is suddenly a prison to him. I’m aching just thinking about him doing it, core pulsing, clit feeling all weird and warm and ready. There’s so much sensation all at once.
“You heard me,” he growls, shaking all over.
“What does that mean?”
“You’re playing with fire here. If you don’t stop, I’ll do more than claim that thick ass of yours.”
“What…”
He leans forward, his shoulders like two boulders as he tenses. Veins push against his skin. It’s not freaky and OTT like the guy who followed me, but more like casual evidence of his strength.
His eyes blaze. “I’ll spank that ass if you keep going, Kay.”
A shiver runs through me. Spank me? I’ve never even thought about getting spanked before, but now that he mentions it, a strange thrill touches me.
“Have you been spanked before?” he snaps as if the thought angers him.
As twisted as it may be, I want him to get angry if he thinks about me with somebody else.
“No,” I whisper.
There’s a lot I haven’t done before, but I don’t need to tell him that. Yet.
“Unless you want this to be your first time, we better change the subject.”
“What? You don’t want to talk about claiming my ass?”
He’s right. I was playing with fire. He erupts from the chair and walks around the bench. He’s shaking all over. His cock is so big and hard I can see the thick outline through his denim pants, like a taut muscle.
“Up, now,” he growls, looking to the road, making sure we’re alone.
“Kai…”
“Now, you naughty girl. I warned you.”
Oh, God, this is doing things to me I never imagined. When he calls me naughty girl, my clit gets all tight. My hole gets wet. I do what he says, climbing to my feet.
His eyes go wide, just like he says mine do. He’s shuddering like he can’t believe what’s happening. We both know it’s wrong, but when he softly takes my shoulders, spins me into position, and gently pushes so that I’m leaning over, any chance at fighting this dies. He steps up behind me, raising his hand.
“Your ass, your body. Fuck. My dick would look so perfect slipping between those big juicy cheeks into your young, tight pussy.”
“Oh, Kai,” I whisper, hardly able to form words.
“You have to tell me to do it,” he snarls as if he wants half the blame to be mine. “Tell me to spank your ass. Beg me, Kay.”
“Kai…”
“Beg. Me.”
“S-spank me,” I whimper. “Spank my ass.”
He brings his hand down on my ass. I’m wearing jeans, and he doesn’t hit me hard enough to hurt, but the fact of it has me shaking. My pussy is so hot and clammy. My underwear is getting sticky.
“Your ass is shaking for me,” he groans, then spanks me again.
I glance over my shoulder, looking at how he stares at me.
Grabbing my hips, he grinds his groin against my ass, shifting back and forth. “Feel how badly I need you. I could do it here, tear down those jeans, slide my dick into your tight hole. I’d fuck you hard, own your young body. I’d fucking slam my dick into you. I’d fucking spank your naked ass as I fucked you until you creamed down my cock. Until I knew you’d finished so I could fuck you even harder, drill into you so you’ll never have to wonder who owns your perfect body.”
I’m moaning, fixated on his words, as he pushes his dick up and down against my pussy. I shouldn’t be able to feel much with all this denim between us, but the significance of it…
His cell phone rings. It’s a heavy metal song I don’t recognize. Right away, Kai steps away from me.
“What’s wrong? Who is it?”
Kai glares at me as if it’s my fault. I didn’t have to ask who was calling. I understand now without having to wonder. It’s Ryan. It must be a personal ringtone. For whatever reason, Kai wants to know when Ryan calls him. Kai almost runs to his bike and grabs his phone from his leather jacket, which is draped over it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kai
I walk away from the bike because I don’t want Kay to overhear this. Being close to her feels wrong when I was so intent on claiming her—I lost control—while talking with her big brother, my best friend.
“Kai?”
“Is everything all right?” I say, my voice urgent.
“Whoa, yeah. You good? You sound amped, man.”
“I’m fine,” I say gruffly. “Just worried about you. I’m a Titan, aren’t I?”
“Nobody would ever doubt that,” Ryan says, sounding confused.
I need to pump the brakes. I’m acting way too weird. It’s so damn hard to go from almost dominating my woman one second, fucking her from behind so her ass shakes for me, to trying to be normal the next.