Page 24 of Little Puppet

I have to be careful. She could be the one to kill me, the one to play the game better than me.

“Cain,” she whimpers as I grind into her again to hear it on her lips.

“That’s right, darling, whimper for me.”

Nudging her to turn her face, I sink my teeth into her neck, tasting her flavor as it invades my senses.

One of her feet slides down my ass, shoving upward to coax me to grind into her again.

And I oblige.

“Please, Cain.”

“I left you so needy for me last night, didn’t I, darling?” I whisper in her ear, tongue teasing its shell.

“So fucking needy,” she begs, her hand tangling in my hair before fisting it and lifting my head.

Before I realize what’s happening, her lips are on mine again, and we’re inhaling one another, breathing one another like we’re the oxygen the other needs to feed their bloodstream.

My hand sinks beneath the front of her panties. “Is that what you need, my beautiful puppet?”

She breaks our kiss, choking on her next moan.

She’s dangerous to me. Already I’m giving her things I normally wouldn’t.

Her power is filtering beneath my skin like radiation, and I can’t escape. I’m captive.

I sink two fingers into her wet, swollen pussy, fervently fucking her with them and watching her arch for me.

“Cain!” She’s gone, lost inside the swirling covetous hunger I left her with last night being sated.

“Oh, pretty darling, look at you. Fuck, you’re so mesmeric to watch.”

Her hands come up and free her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples softly as she puts on a show for her master.

“Cain, please,” she begs, her carnal eyes gobbling me up as I lick my kiss-bruised lips.

“I’m here, puppet. I’m giving you what you need. Let it wash over you.”

She shakes her head frantically. “No! More. Please.”

She’s grinding on my fingers to the best of her ability, eager and needy for something more than I’m offering.

“What do you need, puppet? Your words.”

She only whimpers and writhes. She’s too delirious.

I remove my fingers, and she cries out in such a melodic tone I feel it in the tip of my cock that’s leaked all over my sweatpants.

Wrapping my hand around her delicate neck again, I ground her, finding her eyes with mine.

“Use your fucking words. What do you need?”

I don’t know why I need to hear her say it but fuck me, I do.

“Fuck me. Sink inside my pussy and make me come. I want to feel your cock in me. Your fingers aren’t enough.”

Fuck, ask, and ye shall receive.

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