Page 67 of Uncaged Obsessions

He doesn’t let up, fucking up into me until he’s moaning his own release, burying his face into my hair. “Fucking love the way your pussy takes me.”

It reminds me of what I think he mouthed to me after his fight that neither of us has mentioned. I don’t know if I want to, though I feel like I should.

Before Caine is even finished, Drew is calling out my name with a pained voice, “Max, you better get your perfect fucking assover here and swallow my cock if you’re wanting me to fill that little throat of yours.”

Caine holds me tightly while his cum coats my pussy, but then surprisingly, guides me over to Drew, keeping our bodies together while he shuffles us to the other side of the counter. Adam says, “Get on your knees like the good little whore you are and suck the cum from this desperate slut.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. Caine pushes me onto my knees in front of Drew and I don’t waste any time sucking him into my mouth.

Adam fucks him, pushing Drew deeper into my throat. It doesn’t take long before Drew reaches down, holding my head against him with a primal growl and the warm salty taste of him fills my mouth. I swallow quickly around him, trying to get it all.

He lets me pull off him, and before I have any time to adjust, I’m being pushed onto the floor, Adam descending on me, demanding, “push your tits together.”

I do what he says without a second thought. He’s shoving his cock between them roughly, fucking between them in a way that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, and within seconds he’s shooting cum onto my chest and chin as he finds his own release.

I feel like a complete mess. I’m sweaty and covered in cum, both mine and theirs. And yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt better. Especially when I’m lifted in a strong pair of arms, I come close to voicing how I feel. It’s on the tip of my tongue, I’m about to say the words I said earlier that were muffled by Drew’s fingers.

But I can’t tell them I love them, because if I do, then I know it’ll only be a matter of time before it all gets ruined.

CHAPTER 37

CAINE

Max is in her BJJ class while Adam coaches, and Drew acts like he’s assistant coaching, when really I know he’s just keeping an eye on Max. He’s probably watching her ass the whole time.

Which I’m doing too, but from a distance while I work out. And not as obvious as him. Even if my eyes are glued to her more than what I’m doing. I don’t give a fuck, she’s my girl and I can stare at her all I want. Especially when she’s in class, having to practice with some other guy who has to touch her.

The only reason I don’t demand to be her sparring partner instead is because I can see how scared the guy is anyway. He’s skinny, barely talking and the hesitant way he grips Max shows he’s not at risk of hurting her or touching anywhere he shouldn’t.

She’s doing well, growing more confident and after this class she has a private one-on-one with Adam, which I know will turn into one with all of us because I don’t always agree with the way he coaches her. He can coach the guys how he wants, but when it comes to our girl, there are things she should know how to do that aren’t in Adam’s technical rule book.

Like delivering a proper punch without hand wraps or gloves. And how to give a solid kick in the nuts. Despite how hard she tried to do that to me when I was first…interested in her. She wasn’t good at it, and she should know just in case someone actually tries to attack her. Again.

I keep myself distracted until the class is over and everyone leaves. Which is when I finally allow myself to go up to her, taking the wrap I just undid and wrapping it around her throat from behind, pulling her body against mine.

“It’s torture to watch you move without being able to touch,” I tell her and she bites back one of those sweet little moans. “You can make it up to me later, though. Your pole hasn’t gotten much use lately.”

I feel a shiver run down her spine, and I hope that means she wants it too. I’ve missed the music she would play, the way she would move when she didn’t think anyone was watching. One of my favorite things from when she didn’t know how deep my obsession for her ran.

“It may never get any use again,” she says darkly; the comment has me spinning her around in my arms.

“Why not?”

She hesitates, biting back her response, but I grip her chin and force her to look at me. She’s not going to hide anything from me. Not anymore. “What’s that, killer? You loved to dance. Especially for us.”

“Did. I did love to dance.”

I see it. The flash of pain and some of the darkness she tries to conceal. “What did he do?” Because I know it has to do withthe man whose body was burnt to a crisp. With every new bit of information that we learn about him, I find myself wishing that I could kill him over and over again.

“Nothing,” she tries to deny, but I don’t let her. We both know it’s a lie, and that shit won’t fly with me.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out and you won’t like how I plan to get the information out of you.”

She sighs. “He used to make me dance for him. And when I was back there…he did the same.”

“Did he fucking touch you?” Every muscle in my body tenses.

“No,” she insists firmly. “He just made me dance for him.”

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