Page 53 of Up in Flames

“Yes, little dove?”

“Please,” I whisper, his lips turning into a smile against my skin.

“I like it when you plead,” he says, then instantly, his tongue flicks against my clit, swirling relentlessly. My back arches off the bed as my head slams to the side. My whole body is in a state of bliss while my hands fist the bed sheets, and heat engulfs me like a swirling wildfire.

“Oh… God!” I moan as he gently sucks and licks me. “Cain, I’m close,” I whimper.

He moans, and the vibration sends me over the edge. My body loosens and contracts in spasms. Lights dance behind my clenched eyes while the feeling of floating on a soft white cloud overtakes me. I shake and quiver, and then everything explodes around me before I fall from the clouds dramatically while gasping for air.

My body goes rigid when I climax, and before I have time to come back to earth, Cain is up, pulling off the remainder of his clothing. I’m in such a daze while I lay on the bed spread-eagled, indulging in my own personal euphoria.

Cain grabs my ankles and pulls me down to the edge of the bed, breaking me out of my fog-induced coma. As I sit up on the edge of the bed, he smiles mischievously. Then he grabs my waist, hoisting me up, and I open my eyes wide as he flips me over, so I land on the bed on my knees. I bounce slightly with the force, then he grabs my hips again and pulls me back to the edge of the bed where he stands. Swallowing hard, I look back at him with my eyes wide.

“Don’t look so terrified… trust me, Makaylie.” He runs his hand up my spine, his fingers soothing as they go, sliding into my hair. He wraps his fingers around the strands and pulls my head back, forcing me to face upward.

The way he has me positioned on all fours, grasping my hair, standing behind me, he hasall the power. This is the most exposed I’ve ever been with a man. Sure, I’ve had sex before, but it has never been like this—wild, untamed, animalistic—and I’m sure this is only the tip of the iceberg with Cain.

My whole body throbs at the thought, and I’m not sure if that thought electrifies or terrifies me. I’m not adventurous, but right now, as Cain stands behind me, rubbing his hard cock against my slickened pussy, holding my hair in a vice-like grip, everything about this turns me on even more.

Cain runs his free hand over my ass cheek, then pulls back, slapping my skin not painfully hard but enough to sting and jolt, causing my head to move forward, but he’s holding my hair so tightly it tugs, sending a sliver of pain through my scalp. I inhale almost like a gasp, then he rubs my ass and positions his tip at my opening, sliding the head of his dick in only a fraction. I chew on my bottom lip and push back, taking him in a little further, but he stills, teasing me.

“Be a good girl and obey my rules, Makaylie, and I won’t have to punish you. You understand me?”

I breathe out heavily, wondering what his form of punishment could be.

Is this it?Teasing me with his cock rearing and ready to go, with me aching for him and him doing nothing about it. Or is there something much, much worse? I just don’t know with Cain, and I’m a little reluctant to find out.

He slaps my ass again, causing another sting to my rear and more hair-pulling, which of course, makes me jolt forward, and a moan echoes through the room. I’m just not sure if it’s a pain-filled moan or more of an aching-with-pleasure one.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

He pushes his cock inside me a little more, stretching and teasing. “Yes, what?”

Panting, I swallow hard and give in completely—I just want him to fuck me already. “Yes, I understand you.”

He groans and thrusts hard inside me, taking me by surprise. His length fills me so full that my breath is knocked from me as intense feelings engulf me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs.

Cain pushes into me…

Hard.

Deep.

Fast.

His hand fists in my hair, holding onto it so tight my head is pulled back at an angle as he takes what he needs from me. And while this would seem like he’s doing nothing more than fucking me and taking what he wants, he’s making sure to hit all the right damn places.

Fucking like this is new for me. I’m used to a more vanilla lifestyle, but this is on a whole new level, and I love every kinky second of it.

Cain yanks on my hair as he thrusts harder if that’s possible. My scalp prickles in pain, but the pain radiates down my spine and straight between my legs while his free hand shifts to my hip to help guide me on and off his cock.

Our bodies are slick with sweat as I push back into him, and he thrusts into me with speed and purpose. I gasp for air as I’m worked up quickly to where I was only moments before.

“Don’t come,” he demands as he rolls his hips into me, and I moan, holding my breath, trying not to disobey him.

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