Kane’s POV
Her words echo around my head as my semi stiff erection turns into a steel rod that feels trapped in the material of the sweatpants I’m wearing in bed.
F.uck! I shove down my sweatpants, kicking them away, and throw off my blankets, allowing my d.ick to spring free. I grip the throbbing member in my fist as I give a couple of experimental strokes to the velvety skin, a groan clawing it’s way upward.
‘What are you doing now?’ I grunt, watching her as she lets out a soft sigh.
‘I’m still circling my c**t’ she replies, ‘it feels so good Kane . . .’
‘Push off your shorts firebug’ I tell her, ‘and then slide your fingers down through your folds.’
‘Okay’ she whimpers, her eyes closing slighty.
‘Are you wet firebug?’ I murmur gruffly, ‘are you spreading your sweet juices through
