The Wrath of Cain(27)



She’s screaming my name, hollering profanities I have never heard her say before. Jesus Christ, I’ve missed her so f*cking much. The way her body responds to mine. The way her tight ass feels in my hands. The smell of her *. The sound of her voice. Everything. And f*ck, here she is, in my arms, screaming and begging me not to stop. No one is going to make her leave me ever again.

I can sense she is getting close. My mouth remains on her clit. My eyes move from the view of her * to her face to gauge her reaction when she comes undone for me.

I suck gently, then harder, and even harder. She’s staring right at me but her eyes are glazed over. My gaze never drops from hers.

Her pelvis lifts with her impending orgasm, shoving her * farther into my face. The air in the room is thick with tension. I ride it out with her. Give her more. Hang the hell on, and keep my mouth firmly around her throbbing clit.

“Don’t you stop! Don’t… oh, my f*cking God!” Calla screams when she explodes all over my tongue. The sweet taste of pure f*cking sugar rushes over my taste buds. Pure f*cking Cain sugar is more like it. I have never tasted anything so goddamned good in my entire f*cking life.

God help me when I remove my mouth from her and lower her body back into the water. Her face is flushed red, body trembling. I’m far from finished with her.

Pushing myself up off of my knees, I feel the water dripping from my soaked jeans and shirt.

“Don’t you f*cking move, Calla.”

Her chest bobs up and down. I need to keep her in this euphoric state. Her mind is too sensitive; it needs to stay focused on us. Unbuttoning my jeans and ripping off my shirt, I climb out, switch off the overhead lights, and push the button to illuminate the tub surround. I stand mute when I see how radiant she looks with her damp hair clinging to her face.

Not a second longer. I need to be with her. Fuck her like crazy. Give her everything I have.

I chuck my soaked pants, freeing my raging cock. It’s dark enough in here that she won’t see the tattoo inked on my dick. She’ll think I’ve lost my goddamned mind.

“Cain.”

Her voice is whisper soft as I step back into the now tepid water.

“Cain. We have to talk.”

“No, we don’t. We can talk when we’re done. What you and I are going to do right now is f*ck.”

“You... what we just did...”

I silence her with my hand over her mouth.

“Don’t you dare. I said we will talk. Don’t you deny this to either one of us. If you didn’t want me to f*ck you, you wouldn’t have just come all over my tongue, baby.”

I may sound crude, but I don’t care; I know she wants me as much as I want her. I’m done talking. I want her f*cking mouth.

I grab her for a passionate kiss, swinging my leg around her naked torso and straddling her waist. Water sloshes between us. I’m careful not to put all of my weight on her, but Jesus, I want to see how far I can push her. See how much of my domination she can take. Explore her boundaries.

I’m primal in kissing her, urgency mixing with sexual desperation. When her tongue glides across mine, I completely lose it. She tastes like passion.

My hands go into her wet hair, tugging enough so she arches her long neck and I can escape into the territory of her body I have missed. Her sweet spot. The one that makes her cry out my name like she is doing now.

“Cain. Oh, my.”

She sucks in a breath. My mouth glides down the side of her neck. I need those perfect breasts in my mouth.

Her nipples are already hard and protruding. I begin my exploration by lifting one in my hand, my wet mouth licking around them then moving underneath where I kiss and lick and nip. She is enjoying this just as much as I am. Her sighs and moans as she grinds herself against me are all I need to know.

She squirms when I exhale on her nipple so she feels the warmth of my breath. Her body is totally under my control. I can’t get nearly enough. I switch my mouth to her other breast while leaving my hand stretched wide, busily playing with the one I just left. They’re too damn beautiful for either one of them to be ignored.

“Do you like that?” I ask gruffly after I suck her nipple in deep.

“God, yes!” she moans.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Anything. You could do anything to me right now, and I would love it.”

She places her palms down flat on my shoulders. Her * grinds into my stomach and my cock aches. Goddamn, he is going to feel so f*cking happy when I finally sink inside her.

“How about this?”

My finger roams down her ribcage, along her backside, and down the crack of her plump, tight ass. Her body goes rigid for a beat. She quivers when I circle her puckered hole.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Every part of this body has always belonged to me, Calla. And I’m staking my claim right here and now.”

With one last lick of her breast I am at her mouth again, kissing long, hard, and deep while I push my finger gently inside her ass. She clenches with resistance at first, then slowly begins to relax. I stop when I get to my knuckle.

Our kissing becomes more erratic. She nips at my bottom lip. My finger glides out and back in. She whimpers and clenches down again. I grin against her mouth.

“You like that, huh, baby? I got you. You want more, then tell me.”

“Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

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