Page 94 of Full Throttle

“Never,” he swore, his voice rough. “I’ve always looked at you like this, Nik. I was just really good at hiding it from you.” His fingers dropped, entering me again.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He leaned down, flashing his teeth as he gave me a half-smile. Then, his lips were at my ear, his teeth grazing over the shell of it. “I love it when you try to be quiet for me.”

My eyes closed again as he worked my pussy.

“I love it when you moan for me—scream for me,” he continued. At first, I thought he was just trying give me some dirty talk, but that quickly changed as he said, “The picture of you screaming my name with your hands in your panties, wearing my fucking T-shirt, will never go away.”

My eyes shot open and, just as I was about to open my mouth, his free hand covered it. I had been silenced. He rose up, his eyes dark and shining. “Yeah, baby. I saw you. I watched you try to resist it,” he confirmed.

He saw me…where?

“The night the storm hit; I came to check on you. Found you asleep and whimpering. Stood above you, watching you writhe in your sleep as you dreamed about some man. I’d never been so fucking jealous,” he growled, his fingers going back to my clit. He circled hard, sending spurts of pleasure through me. I whimpered into his palm as he watched me, tilting his head slowly. “You kicked your blankets off, beautiful, and do you want to know what I saw?”

“Cain,” I said against his palm. The sound was muffled.

He yanked his hand out of my jeans, dropped my other leg, and began shoving them down my hips. “I saw the woman I fucking love, the woman I could never fucking have, wearing one of my old T-shirts from high school,” he seethed as he fisted the side of my panties.

He loved me?

Couldn’t have me?

With a sharp tug, I heard the fabric rip, and then it was pulled from me. In a flash, his hand was gone from my mouth, and I gasped for air—

Cain shoved the soaking lace into my mouth before snapping his hand over it.

Not even a second later, his other hand was back between my legs with my jeans down to my knees. “Seeing you like that—dreaming of another man—fucking nearly killed me, clover,” he growled as he shoved his fingers in again—three this time. My back arched off the wall as he pumped them in and out of me, stretching me in the most delicious way. I cried out around my panties, his hand still over my mouth.

“Then, I stepped out of the room and watched you through the crack of your door,” he continued, his voice hard and ragged. “Wanna know what I saw? Hm?”

My hands dropped back down, my nails digging into his biceps as my eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

“Look at me!”

I did as I was told, my eyes snapping back to him as his thumb brushed against my clit.

It was coming.

My peak had almost been reached. My legs started trembling, and he shoved his thigh between them to give me support. He leaned in again, forcing my head to the side as he licked up the column of my neck, his fingers fucking me at a steady pace as his thumb worked my clit. When he reached my ear, he growled, “I saw my good girl being a needy little slut, baby. That’s what I saw.”

It was here.

My body ignited, and I tried to move, but Cain held me in place, his hand working me faster as he continued. “Saw my clover girl come for me—screaming my name. You couldn’t help yourself, could you? This pussy needed it, didn’t she?” he taunted in my ear as bliss consumed me. I cried out through my panties.

He pulled back, his eyed dropping to where his hand was playing my body like a fucking instrument. Still coming, he pulled his three fingers out before shoving them back in. His eyes met mine as he curled them, forcing them to hit the right spot. His other hand shifted, dropping to wrap around my neck. “Spit them out,” he clipped.

The panties fell from my mouth as I gasped and pleaded for mercy. “Cain—Cain, please stop,” I breathed before sucking in a harsh breath.

His grip on my neck tightened as he leaned in. “Are you my good girl?” he asked, panting.

I nodded.

“Is my good girl needy? Does she have a needy pussy?”

His filthy words spurred me on, and I felt a second climax building. I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. He got closer, his lips brushing against mine as his fingers hit my G-spot. “Prove it,” he dared, kissing me softly. “I want my little cunt to make a mess on me. I want it all over me. Prove it to Daddy, clover.”

I was gone. My head snapped back as my neck arched, a guttural cry leaving me as I came. A warm liquid covered me, trailing down my legs into my jeans, all while Cain praised me, his head bent, watching it all. “Fuck yeah. Look at that.”

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