Page 28 of Betrayed

“Oh fuck, baby!” he groans, thrusting his shaft into my hand. “God, your soft little hand feels so fucking good!You’remaking me come so fuckinghard!”

I’ve never been with a man who’s vocal when he comes butIfind thatIlike it—Ilike it alot.It’sso hot that he lets me know how much he likes whatI’mdoing to him.Also,Ican’t believe he’sstillcoming.Inever knew a guy who made so much cum in my life!

At lastKanerelaxes back against the couch with a satisfied groan and his shaft gets a little less hard in my hand, though it doesn’t go completely soft.

“God, baby—you don’t know how muchIneeded that,” he tells me. “Ihaven’t had a woman’s hands on me in so fucking long.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,”Isay, smiling.Iliked it too, to be honest.Itmade me feel powerful to bring such a big, strong man to his knees, so to speak.

“Well…”Kanelooks down at himself and makes a face. “LookslikeImade a fucking mess.”

“Hang on—I’llget something to clean you up,”Itell him.

I hop off the couch and run to the bathroom to get a wet washrag.ButasI’mreaching for one from the stack in the linen cupboard,Inoticed that some ofKane’scum got on the back of my hand.Notsurprising since there was so much of it.

Impulsively,Ibring my hand to my mouth and lick it.Idon’t know what makes me do it—Ijust want to taste him for some reason.

To my surprise, it tastes really good.Saltybut sweet—a little spicy too, like cinnamon candy.Howstrange.Ilick some more until my hand is clean.Iknow it’s a weird thing to do, but it seems likeIcan’t stop myself.

I look in the mirror and see a girl with flushed cheeks and her gown falling down to show her breasts.WhatamIdoing?

I pull up the straps of my gown, hiding my breasts again—well, covering them anyway, there’s no hiding behind the thin, see-through fabric.IfI’mhonest, that’s whyIbought it.ThenIget on with business.

I run the water until it’s warm and get the washcloth good and wet beforeIwring it out.ThenIcarry it into the living room, whereKaneis still sitting on the couch, his flat belly painted with his cream.

For just a split second,Ihave the urge to forget the washcloth and clean him with my tongue.Iknow that’s wrong—Ishouldn’t want to do that with my big brother—shouldn’t crave the taste of his cream.ButIcan’t seem to help it—Iwanthim.

I push the wanting aside and kneel beside him on the couch and start cleaning him up.

“Hey, it’s all right, baby—Ican do that,” he objects.

“No, let me,”Iinsist in my bossiest voice. “I’mthe one who made you make this mess—Ishould be the one to clean it up.”

“Well…all right.”Hesubsides, watching asIwipe his belly and shaft.Tobe honest,Ireally just want an excuse to handle him some more, but asIdo,Ican feel him getting hard all over again.Wow—he really has some stamina!Charlesis usually only good for once a night, whichIdon’t mind becauseIdon’t like sex with him anyway.ButIreallyliked whatIdid withKanejust now.Doesthat make me wrong or sick?

I push those thoughts away—the part of my mind whereIput thingsIdon’t want to think about is getting really crowded tonight—and finish wiping him.Then, impulsively,Ilean down and kiss the broad crown of his cock.

Well,Isaid “kiss” but whatIreally mean is suck—Isuck the head briefly into my mouth, swiping my tongue over it and tasting one more droplet of his cinnamon candy cream before sitting up to look at him.

“There—all clean,”Isay, as though whatIjust did was no big deal.

Kane’s looking at me with half-lidded eyes andIcan’t help noticing that his cock is now fully hard all over again.Iwait, my heart pounding, for him to ask me whyIkissed him there.Buthe only nods at me.

“Thank you, baby—that felt fucking amazing,” he growls softly.

“I…I’mglad you liked it.”Ifeel suddenly shy, even thoughIwas so bold earlier. “Didit help your, uh, hunger?”

“It took the edge off,”Kanesays.

“I’m glad,”Isay and really mean it. “Iknow how hard it must have been for you, never having anyone to touch you or make you feel good for so long,”Itell him. “Iwant you to know,Idon’t mind helping you.Youknow, when you get ‘hungry’ again.”

“What about you?”Heraises an eyebrow at me.

“What about me?Whatdo you mean?”Isay, frowning.

Kane gives me a knowing look—it feels like he can see right inside me.

“Doyouever get ‘hungry,’ baby?” he rumbles.

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