Malta with My Best Friend’s Dad by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Eight

Kane

I couldn’t fight this feeling if I wanted to, this burning need to claim her, to paint her with my lust, making every inch of her curvy body lust-red and ready to be fucked, ready to be savaged by the beast inside of me.

Pushing open the door to my rented apartment, I gesture inside. It’s a simple three-room affair, with a couch pushed against the wall and the ceiling fan whirring. It’s nothing like the swanky home I dream of buying her – the home I’ll fill with our family and laughter – but it’ll have to do for now.

Because I can’t stop.

After I lock the door behind us, I surge forward, compelled by a force of nature I can’t begin to understand. My manhood throbs and the ancient beast inside of me howls, my seed surging up my shaft, roaring at me to claim her, now, now, fucking now.

“Kane—”

She gasps as I grab her from behind, smoothing one hand down to her ass and the other around to the front of her dress, wedging it between her thighs.

She wriggles against me as I stroke up, pushing against her dress so I can feel the wetness of her pussy, seeping invitingly through the fabric.

“You’re already soaked,” I snarl in her ear, leaning down so I can press my manhood against her round juicy ass. She shifts against me, instinct driving her as much as it drives me. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since we kissed, how wet you’d be, how ready.”

“Me too.” She gasps, grinding up and down, her young curvy body spurred into action. “But…”

“No.” My voice is firm, the voice of a man in charge. “No explanations. No doubts. None of that until I’ve tasted your sweet hot young pussy and made you cream. On the couch, now. Bend over so I can see that ass.”

“Kane—”

“Now,”I roar, as atavistic passion moves through me, feeling like a hunter who’s ready to fight and kill to protect his woman.

She gasps, looking alluringly over her shoulder at me as she walks over to the couch. The curtains are drawn, but they’re thin and light filters through, shining on her voluptuous perfection as she bends over the couch, digging her fingernails into the fabric.

“Like this?” she murmurs.

I snarl as I stalk forward, forcing myself to move slowly unless something shatters in me, unless I can’t hold back anymore and I end up pulling out my thick manhood and forcing myself inside of her straight away.

I need to get my woman warmed up first, get her young slit nice and ready for my throbbing dick.

“Exactly like that.” I move my hands down and lift the hem of her dress, up, up until its hiked around her hips, revealing the round globes of her thick ass cheeks. “Oh, fuck. Move that ass back. Grind against my dick.”

“Kane, there’s something I need to tell you…”

She trails off in whimpering moans when I press my palm against her pussy, rubbing up and down. She’s so wet her juices smear against me even through her panties, making my palm slick.

“There’s nothing you need to do except be a good girl and get ready to come for me. Can you do that, Kelly? Hmm?”

I slide down her panties slowly, almost losing control when I can feel how her stickiness clings to them, trying to stop the movement. I pull them all the way down to her knees and then let them slide the rest of the way.

“Stay like that,” I snarl, hardly able to force the words out as I stand back and gaze at her.

The pale sunlight shines on her round ass, and her pussy – her thick beautiful lips and her enflamed clit and her winking pink hole – glistens temptingly.

Moving forward, I fall to my knees and bring my hands up, burying them in her flesh.

Her scent washes over me, through me as I bring my face to her pussy, inhaling deeply as my seed riots and cheers inside of me, roaring at me that this is it – the moment I find the woman I didn’t even know I was looking for.

She tastes as perfect as she smells, my tongue sliding from her clit to her hole and then flicking back and forth. I can feel her pleasure through the way her ass cheeks shiver in my hands, her whole body bucking and rocking as I lick quicker, with more feral possession burning through the movements.

She’s so damn receptive, every tongue stroke provoking an answering shimmer inside of her, making her full flesh tremble captivatingly.

“Oh, oh,” she whimpers.

“You horny fucking thing,” I snarl, as her pussy gets even tangier and sweeter, thick juices sliding down her legs. “Are you close already? Are you getting that nice young pussy ready for my cock?”

“Kane… Ahhhhhhh.”

Her voice fills the air when I slide my tongue inside of her, pushing my face forward so I’m completely consumed by her pussy, her scent, and her taste all that exists for me. My cock gets harder and harder the further I go until I’m buried right up to my mouth.

I move my tongue around in circles, stroking her precious pussy as her hole flutters around me.

Then, as her pleasure-filled moans get even more strangled – as I feel her getting closer and closer to the edge – I withdraw my tongue and move it back to her clit. She damn near erupts when I flick my tongue back and forth with carnal speed, provoking even more shivers through her curvaceous flesh, her ass dancing for me.

I squeeze harder, licking faster until she’s like a volcano about to erupt.

“You’re going to be so fucking slick when you’ve creamed down these thick beautiful thighs,” I growl. “So ready to take my cock. I’m going to pound you hard, you horny young thing, like you, deserve, like you need.”

“Kane…”

I attack her clit again and she begins to buck and writhe against me, her voice becoming strangled and hollow as she writhes back and forth, the reverberations moving through her whole body as her orgasm threatens to overtake her.

She gasps and then her breath cuts short. I keep licking her, snarling with each movement, my cock aching as my helm is pressed against my shorts. My balls feel like stones as she hovers in the pre-orgasm place.

Then she collapses forward and begins to vibrate, her whole body moving onto the couch.

I follow the flow of her movements, keeping my lips fused to her pussy the whole time, my tongue pressed inexorably against her clit, stroking up and down, side to side as she cries out and then buries her face in the cushions.

“Hmm, hmm,” she whimpers, as her needy little clit shivers against my tongue, seeming to swell with her sexy-as-fuck desire.

Her cream flows just like I knew it would, pretty rivers of it cascading onto my tongue, onto the couch, over her thighs, making her glisten even more than she already was.

When I feel her coming down, her orgasm passing, I rear back and reach for my shorts. I need to free myself, to unleash my thick throbbing cock and slip into her ready-for-it hole.

She gazes at me over her shoulder, wide-eyed and innocent, her eyes telling me she’s never been taken so brutally.

Good.

I want to make an impression on my woman, one she’ll never forget.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“What does it look like?” I snap. “I’m claiming your tight slit. What the fuck did I say before? You belong to me. So I’m going to—”

She shakes her head quickly. “Not like this.”

My hand pauses, even if it takes all the effort I possess. “What do you mean? Why?”

She sits up, causing something to shatter in my chest, as the seed-fueled animal inside of me tells me to take her now, forcefully, roughly, until she has no choice but to cream down the length of my shaft, but I force all the down.

“It’s too fast.” She sucks in a ragged breath. “I tried to tell you, Kane. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Tell me what?” I ask confused.

“I’m a virgin.”

I let my hand drop. “Oh.”