Page 42 of Uncaged Obsessions

Since I know my girl, I know that’s the last thing she does before leaving. I head back there, and wait since she should be back here any minute. I wait next to the door, my foot kicked up behind me against the old wooden wall that probably should be replaced. The salty air of the coast is unforgiving on buildings, but gives them all a rustic look.

After only a couple minutes, the door opens, and I grab her quickly, pushing her up against the building as she gasps, dropping the large bag of garbage. I clasp my hand over her mouth to muffle any scream she was going to let out.

Dropping my forehead against hers, keeping my hand against her mouth tightly, I say, “I couldn’t wait for you any longer. You going to let me fuck you back here like a good little slut?”

She mumbles something against my hand, and shakes her head.

“What was that, killer? Was that a yes?”

She shakes her head again with another mumble.

“I heard, ‘please Caine, my pussy is begging for you already.’” I taunt. “I should find out how true that is.” I reach into her pants, and she doesn’t try to stop me; instead she raises her hands up to fist the fabric of my shirt because as much as shewants to deny me, she always wants me just as badly as I want her.

As soon as my fingers graze the wet fabric covering her pussy, I let out a guttural groan. “You still going to try to deny me when you’re already this wet for me?”

Her eyes widen, but she moans into my hand the second I pull the soaked fabric aside and push a finger into her soaking wet heat. “Yeah, killer, you can’t make me believe that you don’t want me when you feel like this.”

I rub my thumb on her bundle of nerves while pumping my finger slowly. “I’m going to let go of your mouth. You’re not going to scream, you’re going to jut this little ass out for me so I can bend you over and fill you with my dick. Got it?”

I see the glimmer in her eye that lets me know she’s going to fight me, and my cock twitches in my pants even more for it. I want her to hit me, dig her nails into me. Do anything to distract me enough and make sure the only thing I can focus on is her.

Because she’s everything to me. She’s the one thing in my life aside from fighting that I live for. Even if I had to choose between her and fighting, it would be her. It would always be her.

I remove my hand from her mouth, immediately turning her around and pushing her into the wall. She catches herself quickly so she doesn’t face plant into the wood. She resists slightly, a weak attempt to fight me off. I rip her pants and panties down off her ass and she squeaks as the cold air hits her bare skin.

Covering her with my body, I free my dick from the confines of my pants and press against her, but not pushing in yet.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, killer. Beg for it.”

She turns her head slightly, giving me a mischievous grin. “Why would I do that when you fuck me so much harder when I say no.”

I groan, knowing she’s right. I love proving to her how much she wants me, even when she fights it. Which is why I kick her legs apart as far as they can go while still having her pants around her knees. I press my hand between her shoulder blades pushing her to bend over further as I angle myself at her entrance.

“Last chance to beg,” I tell her.

“I’ll never beg for you,” she sasses, and I huff out a small laugh before grabbing her hips and slamming into her roughly. She cries out, and I hold myself still, buried deep inside her gloriously hot and wet pussy as it constricts around me.

“Fuck, you may not beg me but the way your hot little pussy squeezes me tells me all I need to know. So scream out ‘no’, tell me to stop, but we both know this is exactly what you want.”

Before she’s able to say anything else I pull out so just the tip is inside her, then push forward roughly, and she drops her head with a loud moan.

“That’s right, fucking take it,” I growl against her hair while holding her hips tight enough to bruise and fuck her hard enough she’s going to feel me for days.

It doesn’t take long until her cries get louder and she starts to pulse around me. I know my girl and what it’s like when she’s about to come. Just the thought of her reaching her peak has mine approaching right away.

“Come for me, baby,” I demand, not sure if she even hears me or if I actually say it out loud, but she does.

Her hands grapple with something to hold onto as she clenches around me, crying out her release. The feeling of her tightening around me has my own orgasm consuming me as I cover her back, pushing in as deep as possible and coming hard enough I swear I black out for a second.

We both come down, and I pull out of her, watching the way my cum seeps from her pussy. I need to claim her in every single way, which is why I swipe it up and push it back into her. She turns her head into her arm and moans.

I pull up her pants and crowd her against the wall. “Finish up, I’m not done with you.”

I leave her behind the building, knowing she’ll listen because I know how badly she’s going to want more. Always so greedy for more. And I’ll always give it to her. My perfect girl who was made for me can get anything she wants from me.

After we getto Adam’s, I get lost in my woman again, though as the night gets closer to the morning my mind isn’t fully able to shake the thoughts of what will be waiting for me when I face my dad.

I get out of bed, kiss Max’s forehead, and head out, careful not to wake her so I can deal with my dad and come back. Then I can give her all my attention.

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