Page 44 of Cain

Grinning, I do it again, but this time, I go farther toward the base, earning me a deep intake of breath. It’s so thick and hard. I imagine him weeping at the slit just from my contact. Knowing that I can get this reaction out of him makes me feel so empowered. Like I have the control to bring him to his knees.

“Take it out,” I say demandingly. His eyes fly up to meet mine, eyebrows slightly furrowed at my tone. Will he let me have control?

Cain hesitates for a beat before taking his hand off my foot and unbuttoning his jeans. He lifts his hips up slightly so he can pull them down just past his hips, making his cock spring free. The pubic piercing glints at me, just begging to be caressed.

It’s such a turn-on that he doesn’t wear boxers. The thought that I can just unzip his pants and touch his dick at any given moment makes my inner walls clench.

“It’s out, little hellcat. Now, what are you going to do with it?” he rumbles.

And damn if I don’t feel that rumble in my pussy.

“I’m going to play with it, Daddy,” I breathe as I take my foot and lightly rub at the base of his cock, just shy of touching the two silver balls staring up at me.

“Be careful, baby. Payback is a bitch.”

“There won’t be time for payback if you’re begging to get inside.”

That earns me the growl I absolutely love. I finally give him what he wants, lightly rubbing my big toe between the two balls before dragging it up along the velvety flesh until I reach the head of his cock. A soft moan releases from me. The silky feeling underneath my feet is almost too much to take. I shiver as his cock jumps as I circle the head, making it weep at the contact.

My toe drags the wetness around, using it as lube to circle again before I start trailing back to the base, this time on the underside. Back and forth with light, short strokes until I reach his balls. A growl releases from Cain at the contact, making his control snap. My time in charge is done, and he’s over me in a flash, pinning me to his mattress with my arms above my head, and a startled gasp escapes me.

Almost instantly, my hips are searching, needing some friction to ease this ache. The ache that only his dick can satisfy.

“You feel that, little hellcat?” he asks as he pushes his stiff cock into my covered core.

“Yes.” I grind my hips up, feeling his hard cock press into me.

His lips slam down hard on mine, wasting no time as his tongue plunders in, demanding the dominance that he already knows he has. I meet him thrash for thrash, suck for suck, and bite for bite. His growl runs down my throat, making my insides quiver.

“Please,” I whine as I try to pull my wrists out of his hold. I need to touch and explore, to feel his skin against mine.

“Please, what?”

“Let me touch you.”

“Only because you asked like the good girl you are.”

A moan slips out at the praise as he releases my wrists. His hands immediately go to the end of my tank, pulling it up. I lift up slightly, raising my arms to help him out. He wastes no time reaching around my back and unhooking my bra before yanking it off.

“Goddamn,” he groans as he fists both of my breasts. “I’ll never get tired of looking at these fucking tits.”

I let out a loud moan as he dives on one, sucking my nipple in his mouth roughly. My hands shoot to his head, threading through his hair, tugging as he gives it a little nip. His tongue swirls around the hard point, playing with the silver bar as he does so, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.

I tug his hair hard before I trail my hands down his back, lightly scratching my nails as I go. I trail my pointer fingers from his lower back around his waist until I reach the front. Grabbing the waistband of my leggings, I try to pull them down before I’m stopped.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Cain rumbles.

“I want these off.” I basically beg at this point.

“What did I say about payback being a bitch?”

“I learned my lesson. No more teasing.” Okay, now I’m actually begging. “I promise. Please.”

“Mmmmm,” he rumbles as he trails his lips down my stomach. “I don’t think you have yet.” He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of my arousal. “Is my pussy wet for me?”

“Yes.” I thrust my hips up to his face.

“I don’t think I believe you. I think I better see for myself.” He slides a hand inside my waistband and runs a finger down my slit before he thrusts in with no warning.

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