Page 86 of Bad Blood

“Yeah. You. Now show me how much you love me.” His deep voice slid inside me, coiling around my being, flooding my veins and humming louder than the bad blood I had.

“Lift me up,” I told him, and his hands immediately flew to my waist, hoisting me a little higher. He looked down between us as I positioned his cock at my hole, his face flushed, lips parted. His big chest was rising and falling rapidly, and when I sank down and took his cock as deep as it would go in one excruciatingly slow slide, his eyes rolled and his back arched as he shoved himself even deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned when I started to move.

He was filling me up, every inch, every open space. He had everything, and I wished I had more to give him.

His cock dragged along my walls, and when it hit that spot, I spasmed and squeezed his chest.

Oh, fuck yes.

I leaned down until we were skin to skin, as close as could be, then I moved up and down his cock as fast as I could, rolling my hips to get him to hit that spot every single time.

I turned my face into his chest, panting, then bit down on his nipple, rolling my tongue along the hard bud. He groaned when I sucked on it, his big hands shoving me down his cock as far as I could go. I felt him coming inside me as I started to spill my own release onto his stomach.

It wasn’t enough.

“More,” I rasped. I wasn’t done with him. I’d never be done with him.

He laughed and squeezed my ass. “Okay but I need like…a minute.”

His cock was still hard inside me, and I didn’t know why he would need a minute. I didn’t want to give him one.

“It’s really sensitive, Bow. Like, it kind of hurts.”

I was still moving on top of him, rolling my hips, but when he said that, I paused, then pulled myself up his body and let him slide out of me. There was a wet sound, and when I felt the cum start to seep out, panic raced through me. “No!” I grabbed his hand and shoved his fingers against my hole. “Don’t let it—don’t let it out! Please, please Cain?—”

“Okay. Okay, Bow.” He slid three of his fingers into my hole and my eyes rolled shut with the relief of it. “That good?”

“Yes. Yes, unnngh.” I rocked back into his fingers as he slowly pumped them in and out of me, periodically gathering any cum that leaked out and pushing it back in.

“Fuck, I’m already hard again. This is really—fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bit down on my shoulder, stroking his hand up my back as he kept moving his fingers in and out.

I hummed and rubbed my cheek into his chest, floating on this intense wave of pleasure that kept pulsing through me with every stroke of his fingers. I never wanted to come out of this lazy, euphoric haze.

But the rain hadn’t passed yet; a strong wave of agitated energy rolled through me, and my cock started leaking precum, throbbing with how hard it was.

Another wave hit me, and I was panting into his skin, biting and sucking and moaning in pain and pleasure as it became too much.

“Cain,” I whimpered, and his cock was already at my entrance, nudging its way in.

“I got you, baby,” he murmured. My eyes rolled back as I pushed down on him, taking him deeper.

It was like an insufferable itch that was being scratched, having him filling me like this. I moved up and down, sliding further each time until I was able to take all of him, until I was so full I could barely breathe.

“Fuck yes,” he panted, his hands on my hips but not controlling me, just moving with me and feeling me move as I took the lead. He looked down between us, watching me ride his cock with a glazed over look in his eyes.

“Cain,” I panted, my gaze fixed on his lips. I wanted to bite them but couldn’t reach.

He raised his eyes to mine, saw where I was looking, and started to sit up. “Yeah. Okay, I’m coming.”

He held me against him, keeping his cock inside me, and when he was sitting fully upright, I wrapped my legs around his thick waist and tipped my head up. He leaned down and captured my mouth in his, then let me bite and suck on his bottom lip as I rocked against him, meeting his thrusts and moaning as he kept hitting that spot inside me.

He reached between us and began stroking me in time with his thrusts. “I’m gonna come,” he rasped. “Come with me, Bowen.”

My name that he’d given me said in that deep voice as he filled every inch of me sent me over the edge, and I clung to him, scraping my fingers down his back and moaning into his mouth as the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt burst through me. Cain groaned as he filled me with his cum, rocking gently until it passed.

We were just breathing hard with our foreheads pressed together now.

“Again,” I whispered.

Cain laughed and gave me the sweetest kiss on my cheek. “Whatever you want, Bow. I’m all yours.”