The Wrath of Cain(28)

Her desperation rings loud and clear. My sweet, innocent wife has turned into a f*cking naughty sex goddess. My finger goes in deep.

“Like this?” I tease.

Her hips lift up completely. That’s it. I pump my finger in and out of her ass. Calla watches me with glazed over eyes. She wants it rough and dirty, making me wonder exactly what the hell she has done with the two other men she has been with.

I cast those thoughts aside just as quickly as they enter my head, tucking them away for a talk we will definitely be having later. I continue to finger f*ck her senseless until I feel her grab hold of my wrist, nails slicing into my skin as she comes once again.

“I’m going to f*ck you now, baby, but the first time is not going to be in this tub, so come here.”

I extract my finger from her. I sit on the edge of the tub with my feet planted firmly onto the bottom of it. With a lift of her ass, I haul her on top of me.

Her brows quirk up.

“What, beautiful?”

“If I’m on top, I’d say I’m the one doing the f*cking, wouldn’t you?”

She definitely has me there.

Our roles are reversed. Her knees spread wide, giving me a prime view of her *. Her hand grips my cock, stroking him up and down and then lightly grazing the tip with one of her fingers. I go up in flames.

Fuck me, my wife is stroking my dick. If I wasn’t such a hard-ass son of a bitch I could cry right now, I swear to Christ. That is how good she feels. How desperate I am for her.

When she lines her eager * up to my dick, sinking down slowly and taking in every inch, I do cry out in a deep groan.

“You ready to be f*cked, Cain?”

She shoves me back and I ease my way onto the tile floor. I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. All I want to do is watch her glide up and down. No words. Nothing, except to feel. Feel the way her * wraps around me like warm silk, slinking down my dick. Feel the way she grips me tight when she lifts back up.

My eyes are glued to our connection. My dick is coated with her creamy juices, the sound of her slick heat becoming louder and juicier with every bouncing thrust.

I wanted to dominate her, and now here I am letting her f*ck my goddamned brains all over this bathroom floor.

She begins to grind in quick, controlled motions, her wetness smearing on me. And then she ups the ante. My eyes roll in the back of my head when she takes her legs, stretching them straight out to the sides of my head by my shoulders. Her fingers dig deep into my shins, using them for leverage. Her hips start moving in a circular motion and she rides my cock hard and fast like a damned joystick.

“Fucking Christ! That’s it, baby. Ride it. Fuck it. Take every inch I have and get yourself off.”

I thrust my hips up to meet her, taking her to the depths of carnal bliss. I want everything from her.

All that matters to me right now is to come inside of her. No way in hell am I coming before her. My balls are so f*cking tight right now. I clench my abs, hold it in, and watch my woman ride me. Her breasts bounce in every direction, and my hands itch to reach up and mold my fingers around them.

I’m stuck. Transported back in time when it was just me and her, the way it should have been all along. The way it will be again.

“Cain! I’m going to come!” she bellows.

“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart! Come.”

With her eyes on fire, smoky and staring right into mine, and her hair going wild in every which way, my wife’s body tenses up, her inner thighs spasming against my ribs. She moans in the sexiest way.

“Holy shit!”

She grinds down one last time, and f*ck it, I’m done. I grip her hips tightly and pound up into her two, three, four times and fill her so full she will be leaking and smelling like me for a week.

For the longest time we stare at each other. I’m filled with the burning desire to slam back into her, to start making up for the six years we lost. Calla, on the other hand...

I shoot straight up, getting nose to nose and face to face with her, my eyes pleading for her to tell me what’s wrong. Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out.

“What the hell, babe?”

I disconnect us and flip her gently onto her back. Tears are pooling out of her eyes. She’s sobbing.

“What have we done? I… I can’t believe I just did that.”

I’m confused.

“Come again?” I ask harshly.

“We just had sex.”

Regret fills her tear-stained eyes. I instantly become pissed off. I jackknife myself up off of her.

“You have got to be f*cking shitting me! Do you want me to say what you can’t? What your face is telling me? You regret what just happened.”

Does she mean it? She’d better not.

“No. I don’t regret it. I’m just..,” she stops.

“You’re just what?”

“We… we had unprotected sex. I’ve never had unprotected sex with anyone but you. And I’m not on any form of birth control. I quit taking the pill, shortly after..,” she shrugs. “Well, you know. So I’ve never needed to go back on them.”

I’m relieved. It isn’t regret she’s feeling. I’m glad she’s always been safe. That no one has come inside of her but me. No one else should have been there in the first place. That shit’s on me. Never again will she be touched by anyone else.