Page 94 of Cain

I remain still for a few seconds, drilling into her eyes. With a swift motion, I snatch her waist, spin her around, bring her beneath me, and slide between her thighs. A soft gasp escapes her lips, but she’s not afraid. I can see it clearly in her eyes. She’s fucking horny under my touch.

Change of plans.

I take off her lace thong, curl it in my palms, and inhale it. Fuck, she smells divine. I toss it aside and lower myself, pressing my lips between her thighs.

She doesn’t talk; she merely moans softly, driving me crazy. My tongue trails lower, worshiping every inch of her firm and lean legs.

“God, you’re perfect,” I say in between the kisses on her insteps and arches.

I worship this woman. I worship every inch of her body, every emotion of her mind, and every splinter of darkness she tries to bury.

“Shouldn’t you go?” she says softly.

“Not before I get a taste of what’s mine.” Slowly, I move higher, forcefully spreading her legs with myhands. “I want to see what kind of a mess you’ve made because of me.”

She lets out a hum of pleasure, her hips already bucking closer to me, eagerly waiting for more.

I lean in and lick slowly up her already-soaked pussy. Her head snaps back, her moans already loud and clear.

“Oh, God,” she pants, her nails digging into the sheets.

I suck hard at her clit. Fuck, she’s something else. A guttural groan tears from my throat. Her taste drives me fucking insane.

“This sweet, messy little pussy is fucking mine.”

She squirms, but I grab her hips and pin her in place. She’s not going anywhere tonight.

“No running now.”

I flatten my tongue and lick her again, harder this time, then suck her clit into my mouth and roll it slowly between my lips. She jerks as a little whimper slips from her throat. That sound goes straight to my cock.

I press her thighs wider and pin her open, like I’m starving and she’s the only thing that’ll feed me. She tries to grind against my face, but I lock her down.

“No,” I growl. “You won’t use me, darling. I’m using you. I’m eating this pussy how I want it.”

She moans like that shatters her. I spit on her, rub it in with my thumb, then slap her pussy once.

“Dirty little thing,” I say. “You like it when I hit it?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, do it again!”

So I do. I slap her again, then bury my face in her, licking circles around her clit, then dragging lower to taste everything. She’s dripping down into my mouth.

I fuck her with my tongue, deep and filthy, and when she starts shaking, I add a finger. Then another. I slide them slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from her, as her walls pulse like she’s about to come just from that.

“You gonna come?” I ask, voice low, eyes fixed on her. “Right here on my tongue like the dirty girl you are?”

She nods fast, biting her lower lip.

“Do it. Come for me. Right fucking now.”

I suck harder. My tongue doesn’t stop. Her legs tremble around my head. She cries out as her climax hits, pulsing through her.

But I don’t stop. I’m not done.

“Again,” I tell her.

My mouth stays on her. My fingers spread her wider as I fuck her with my tongue, drawing circles over her clit until she’s sobbing from overstimulation.