Page 104 of Full Throttle

A wave of embarrassment flooded over me, but it stopped short when I heard him undoing his belt.

“Put your hands beside your head,” he clipped as I heard the snick of his zipper.

Oh, God.

“Cain—”

“Gonna have to gag you again, huh?” he said as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

I tried to look over my shoulder, but his hand at my neck shoved me down more. “Here’s the thing, clover,” he began conversationally, his voice still rough. “This is the second time I’ve caught you touching something that belongs to me.”

“I was just—” My words were cut off by a gasp as he slammed his cock inside me—all the way in.

Cain was finally inside me—connected to me.

My walls stretched as I cried out into the mattress.

Holding me in place, his free hand found my hip before pulling out and sliding back in, stretching me in a way my toy never could. I moaned at the pain, loving how big he was, how thick he was. He didn’t give me time to adjust before he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, knocking the wind out of me. A low, dark groan came from him as his fingers dug into my hip, holding my body in place as he fucked me.

“This pussy right here? The one that’s trying to milk every last drop of cum out of me right now?” he bit off harshly, panting. “She’s mine, Nik. Not yours.”

My eyes rolled back at his filthy, possessive words as I bit into the blanket, muffling my cries.

“You don’t get to touch her,” he growled. “I don’t give a fuck how hungry she is. You don’t fill her without my fucking permission, understood?”

I nodded, unable to handle his brutal pace, his cock hitting my cervix over and over, his coarse hair brushing against my clit as his balls slapped against me. I felt more wetness gush from me as my hands fisted the blankets, my back arching.

“Fucking yourself without my permission when I’m racing home to you—thinking only of you,” he clipped, pounding into me now. “Stretching this cunt before I had a chance to.”

I opened my mouth, the blanket escaping as I gasped and cried out. “Cain!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, shoving me down again. “Shut up and take Daddy’s cock.”

I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes as I nodded. His hand fisted my hair a few moments later, yanking me up, forcing me to brace myself on my hands. “That’s it,” he praised between harsh breaths. “Fuck. You have no idea how good you feel.”

I bit the inside of my cheek as tears ran down my cheeks, trying to be quiet for him.

“The least you could fucking do is make a little mess on my cock,” he taunted. “Or were you wanting to do that on your little hot pink dick over there?”

The room was filled with sounds of slapping skin, my quiet whimpers, and his harsh grunts. He fucked me until I was shaking. Every time I came close to coming, he slowed his pace, torturing me.

When it became too much, I lost it. “Cain, please,” I blubbered through gasps and tears as he halted his movements, buried deep inside. “Please,” I rasped, my thighs shaking.

“Does my needy girl need to come?” he asked, picking up his pace again.

I nodded, moaning as he started bringing me back onto his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You gonna touch Daddy’s pussy without his permission again?” he questioned, his voice hard.

I shook my head, crying out again.

“Alright,” he murmured, slowing his pace.

My head dropped at my body shuddered, his edging too much for me. I whimpered, begging again. “Please, Daddy.”

“Again,” he ordered, his palm skating over my ass.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

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