He gives a smug smile. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Cain unhooks my leg from his shoulder and gets to his feet. He’s still wearing his gray sweatpants, and—holy hell—they leave nothing to the imagination. His erection is huge and clearly defined beneath the material. Even though I’ve seen his cock plenty of times before, my breath catches at the size.
As though he knows exactly what’s caught my attention, he yanks his sweatpants down his thighs and kicks them away. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock slaps against his abs. Fuck, he’s so hard. The tip is dark and swollen and leaking pre-cum. I can’t help myself. I need a taste.
Just as he’d done, I drop to my knees before him. “I want to taste you. I need your cock on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Fee.” He stares down at me, his gaze almost angry. “If I fuck your mouth now, I might hurt you.”
“I don’t care. Take my throat. I’m yours.” I open my mouth, and show him my tongue, my eyes wide.
He grabs the back of my hair and nudges his hips closer. I take hold of his base, wrapping my fingers around it so I have some modicum of control, and then lap the pre-cum from the head. I push the tip of my tongue against the slit, feeling him opening a little for me, and hearing him hiss above me. Then I stretch my lips as much as possible to take him completely into my mouth. The ridges of veins, the salty taste, his hardness and the silkiness of his skin all overwhelm my senses. Before I’d learned what sex really meant, I’d never imagined that doing something like this could be pleasurable for the giver, but now I understand. Now I want to consume him like I’m famished, in the same way he consumed me.
I slip my other hand between my thighs, rubbing my swollen clit while I move back and forth on his cock.
“I meant what I said, Angel. Neither of us is coming unless I get to feel your pussy around my cock.”
I moan around his dick, building myself higher, needing my release. His erection grows even harder, if such a thing was possible, and he’s leaking so much pre-cum it drips down the back of my throat.
“Enough!” he commands.
He drags me off him and yanks me roughly to my feet. Twisting me around so I face the bed, he pushes me over it, so my upper body is pinned to the mattress, my feet still on the floor. Roughly, he kicks my legs apart, and then he’s directly behind me. The head of his cock nudges against my dripping pussy, but only for a moment. Then he drives forward, claiming my body like it’s a part of him.
I gasp at the shock of the invasion. Cain is big, and having him so deep inside me makes my toes curl. He doesn’t give me any time to stretch or get used to his size. He slips out, almostfully, and drives back in again with force. One of his big hands pins my hip in place, while the other reaches beneath me to stroke my clit. I’d already been close to orgasm after he’d edged me while he’d been going down on me, and I know with him fucking me like this—as though his life depends on it—I won’t last long.
I crane my neck to look back into his face. His expression is intense and dark, his gaze focused on where his cock vanishes inside me, over and over. I bounce on the bed as he slams into me, my tits grazing the sheets, my nipples like bullets.
My orgasm builds again, creeping higher and higher until I’m hovering on the precipice. I reach for it, all the while knowing it’s inevitable. I feel every ridge and vein of his huge cock stretching me, sliding between my pussy lips, consuming me. His finger works my clit, and I have zero control over my own body.
“I’m gonna come, Cain,” I whimper. “Oh, God, oh, oh, oh…”
“Come around my cock, Angel. Let me feel your pussy milk me.”
“Cain, oh, Cain!”
I explode, squeezing my eyes shut, stars appearing on the backs of my eyelids. Pleasure holds me in its grip, making my head spin, and utterly taking over my senses. Every inch of my skin lights up, my nerve endings like fireworks, my toes curl into the rug, and the muscles of my thighs and stomach tense and tremble.
“Fuck, Fee. You’re clamped around me so tight, I can’t…”
He breaks off with a guttural moan that vibrates right through me. His cock jumps inside me as he comes deep, filling me with stream after stream of hot cum.
With a final pump of his hips, he half collapses over my back, his damp chest to my spine. His heartbeat thumps against my skin, and he buries his face in my neck.
“Fuck,” he manages on an outward breath.
I giggle. “Fuck indeed.”
He slides out of me, and a gush of hot fluid runs down the inside of my thighs. I don’t even care. He lies on the bed and pulls me down with him, so we’re face to face. My hair is damp with sweat, and he brushes it out of my eyes so he can stare into them. I smile at him, feeling the warmth of my cheeks matching that of our sated bodies.
“You know,” he says softly, “I would burn in front of a thousand suns for all of eternity before I hurt you again.”
He presses his forehead to mine.
“You never hurt me, Cain. It was your father who did that.”
But he shakes his head. “You got hurt because of your association with me.”
He runs his thumb down the side of my face, tracing the scar the Prophet gave me all those years ago after I’d tried to leave.
