A Fated Night

So far, Ken was both a gentleman and easy to talk to about these matters. Lana had to glance at her reflection in the window to make sure she wasn’t blushing.

“Inspect it, huh?” More girlish smiles threatened to consume her face. She hid every last one of them behind her fingers, under the guise of scratching the bottom of her nose. “That’s quite nice of you to offer. I’m sure your assets are perfectly acceptable.”

“I am woefully average in many ways. No, never mind. I like to think I’m smarter and more ambitious than the average American male. Physically, though, my doctor loves to go on about how perfectly in the middle I am regarding many things. I am, however, average when it comes to other, more important things.”

“Not including your intelligence and ambition?”

He grinned. “In spite of that, really.”

Lana squeezed his thigh, her fingers brushing against the bulge hardening in Ken’s pants. “Can I tell you how maddening it is to be a woman who loves sex but has this issue? I feel like Cinderella sometimes. Trying to find the right penis that fits my tight little vagina.” She sighed through her red lips. “One day Prince Charming will come along and be a perfect fit. Hmph. Does this kind of talk make you uncomfortable?”

Ken shrugged, gaze transfixed on where her hand wandered. “Nothing makes me uncomfortable as long as you’re touching me like this. You could tell me about your three nipples for all I care.”

“I don’t have three nipples.”

“Dunno. I might have to inspect that.”

Although it impressed her to have him talk so frankly about himself (because that’s what a man’s intrinsic confidence did to a woman) Lana had to wonder what the catch was. He couldn’t be this self-assured. Either he wasn’t that into her that the stakes were high enough, or he was harboring some terrible, narcissistic secret that would bite her in the ass. She hoped it wouldn’t happen until after she curled her hand around his erection, holding herself back from squeezing too hard.

Chapter 4

“What Do You Mean?”

Only a single breath shot through Ken’s nose when she touched him. Otherwise, he was the picture of cool and calm, the kind of man that Lana was quick to fall for when they were alone in the bedroom.

She hadn’t even registered how he felt in her hand when she thought I want this man to change my life.

Oh. Now she registered how he felt. Lana comfortably wrapped her hand around his cock. Girth was what mattered most, after all. She could work with different lengths, as long as the cock’s owner didn’t think it wasn’t real sex until he was completely sheathed within her. I ain’t that deep, buddy. Width, however, had a nasty predilection for giving her a bad time. She could never relate to stories of overly thick cocks and how good they felt. Sounds like my nightmare. That didn’t mean she couldn’t feel as good, though. Lana would leave the big guys for her gal pals who had pussies that could stretch and accommodate to any dick under the proverbial sun.

“I hope it’s satisfactory,” Ken said with a sly look. “Because he’s taken with you, Lana.”

“That’s nice, but is his best friend taken with me?”

Ken lifted his hand to her cheek. His touch was so delicate that Lana felt bad for squeezing him so hard in turn. How much self-control does this guy have, anyway? Shouldn’t he be throwing himself at me by now? A guy who exerted that much control over himself was dangerous to Lana’s psyche. It meant he was the best of both kinky worlds.

Damn. She was already thinking about kink? How fucked up was this whole situation?

“Anytime now, Lana.” Ken lowered his hand to her breasts. Lana gave him a curt nod before he squeezed her like she squeezed him. Her breast filled his hand, her nipple fighting to break free and to touch his bare skin. “You can give me your answer anytime.”

“What answer?”

His nose lingered against her throat. “Do you want me?”

What kind of question was that? The man was as hard as a diamond in her grip, and she wasn’t letting go unless he told her to. He teased her skin with kisses full of fire. He slowly opened pulled aside the cowlick of her blouse and groaned in approval to see her wearing a pushup bra. Not that I need one. The extra illusion is great, though. Even she thought so.