Page 105 of Full Throttle

A groan left him. “Get used to saying those words, beautiful. I’m going to have you screaming them every day from now on.”

The thought of Cain fucking me like this every day caused more wetness to gush from me, dripping down my thighs.

He shifted then, forcing me to crawl up the bed as he leaned over me, his bare chest against my back. “You know what? I think I just found what your little pink dick can be used for.” A second later, he slammed it against the headboard, the suction cup holding it out, jutting right in front of my face. His lips found my ear. “You’re going to choke on the cock you thought could give you the same pleasure I can.”

My pussy convulsed around him, and he chuckled in my ear, moving his hips, fucking me once more. “Open that pretty mouth and show me how you're going to suck my cock.”

He rose up, his hands at my waist, his cock pulsing inside me. “Now, baby,” he ordered.

I did as I was told, taking the toy into my mouth, sucking at the head of it. I tasted me, loving how dirty it made me feel. His hips started snapping again, my ass slapping against them. With each thrust, the toy was shoved further into my mouth.

“Fucking good girl,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my waist. “My beautiful clover.”

I moaned around the toy.

His hands moved then, one going up and the other going south. He cupped one of my swaying breasts from underneath as his other hand went between my wet thighs, his fingers finding my clit as he hovered over me. He was rutting into me now, causing me to moan around the toy, the vision of him claiming me flashing in my mind as his teeth nipped at the shell of my ear. “Look at you, sucking a fake cock while you get fucked by a real one.”

My eyes fluttered closed as my pussy quivered around his length, his fingers working my clit at a feverish pace.

“Let’s set some ground rules, baby,” he said sweetly, his cock ramming into me.

I gagged around the cock, and he made a sound of approval.

“You don’t touch what’s mine unless I tell you otherwise,” he informed me, setting a steady pace. “If your needy clit needs to be touched, come find me. I’m a starved man, Nik. I plan on eating this piece of heaven every chance I get.”

Drool dripped from the sides of my mouth as I kept sucking the toy.

“If you need to be filled, call me. I spent years of my life without you, and now that I’ve had you, my cock is the only thing that’s gonna fill this hungry cunt. That clear?”

I nodded quickly, feeling my overdue climax speeding towards me. I knew when I reached this peak, my life would never be the same. It would seep into me, bleed into my soul and taint it forever. My soul would be forever tattooed by Cain Donovan.

“If you need anything, you call me. From now on, I’m the one who takes care of you,” he growled, his pace picking up. “I’m the one you come to when you need pleasure. I’m the one you come to when you need a shoulder to cry on. I’m the one you come to when you need support. I’m the one you come to when you're happy, mad, sad, and everything in between. I’m the one who protects you.”

He eased me away from the toy and lifted us both so I was sitting on his cock as he continued thrusting up into me. His hand found the front of my throat, holding me against him as my hands went to each of his forearms, my nails digging into his skin. “Most importantly,” he whispered gently in my ear as our skin slapped together at a ruthless pace. “I’m the one who gets to love you for everything you are, everything you were, everything you want to be, and everything you can be.”

The heavens fell around me, blinding me as my climax took over. I didn’t know if I was moaning, crying, or screaming. I didn’t know where it started or ended. All I knew was Cain was behind me, holding me against him as my body writhed and spasmed. I felt his lips against my temple and his voice, but I didn’t…I couldn’t….

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, and he was on top of me, sliding inside me again. My used pussy quivered around his length as I came back to reality. The stars in my vision slowly began to fade away, and all I saw was Cain’s beauty. His blonde locks hung down as he moved over me, his eyes liquid blue, jaw jumping. His forearms were on either side of my head, his hands at the top of it, acting at a barrier between me and the headboard.

My legs were wide open, spent like the rest of my body.

Despite all that, I still wanted to hold him.

Silently, I wrapped my arms under his, my hands coming up over his shoulder blades as I brought my thighs up. His eyes scanned every inch of my face as he murmured. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Dominique Wells.”

My heart was back in the game now, ready to take the wheel as my bottom lip trembled, his cock still moving inside me. “I’m sorry I gave up on you.”

His face twisted as he buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby. Let a man enjoy you before you gut him,” he said into my skin, his voice ragged.

“Enjoy me,” I offered, my hand going into his hair, savoring its softness. I twisted my head, finding his ear. “Take me, Cain. I’m yours.”

One of his arms moved as he let out a growl, his hand hooking behind my knee, bringing it further up to his side. He pulled out and slammed in, deeper than before, knocking the breath from me. He lifted his head, and our lips met, kissing each other softly. Seconds later, we were gasping and breathing into each other’s mouths, our gaze never breaking.

“Cain?” I gasped, feeling a second climax building.

“Yeah, baby?”

My neck arched. “I—I’m—oh, God!”

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