Page 40 of Cry, Little Dove

“I wanna see you riding my hand like you’d ride my cock,” I say.

“Yes, Dr. Morrow, sir.” The words haven’t fully left her lips when she starts grinding, her hips drawing slow figure eights.

“Show me your perfect tits,” I order, and Erica raises her top. She isn’t wearing a bra and her breasts sway. “Now pinch your nipples.”

I wish I had a free hand to grab my phone and film her as her fingers circle her breasts, sliding closer and closer to the center. She twists her nipples lightly and my dick twitches, giving a commendable effort to return to life.

“Harder,” I growl. “If I don’t see real pain on your face, you don’t get to come tonight.”

Her grip on those rosy peaks tightens, her cunt clenching around my fingers. She starts tugging and tweaking them, nails digging in. The lazy circles of her hips turn frantic. Every bounce drenches my hand more, the wet sounds of my fingers plunging into her pussy only overshadowed by her shameless moans.

“Make it hurt, darlin’. Let me hear you,” I say, trying to keep one eye on the road while I watch her. “You’re doing so well. Are you my good girl?”

“Ah, yes! I’m your good girl, sir!” she brings out, face twisting with desire.

“Then come on my hand.”

It takes about three seconds until an orgasm tears through her. Erica’s pussy ripples, her hips jerking arrhythmically while she seeks pressure against her clit to ride out her pleasure. When she calms down, she wears the biggest smile.

I tilt my head, putting ice into my gaze and steel into my voice when I ask, “Did I say you can stop?”

The grin slips from her lips. “But—”

“I’m still knuckles-deep in your weeping cunt.” I wiggle inside her to make my point, and she flinches. “A greedy hole like yours deserves more than one orgasm, little dove. Now fuck yourself on my hand and come all over my fingers again.”

She gives a quick nod. “Yes, sir.” Her face scrunches as she starts to move, hesitantly rocking back and forth.

She’s sensitive from that brutal first orgasm, and the grimace pulling at her mouth fills me with sadistic satisfaction. Impatiently, I shift my position and start pummeling her, sliding over her g-spot with every quick thrust.

“Cain, stop! This is too much!” She grips my arm, but she’s not making a sincere attempt to stop me.

“You can take it, darlin’. Give me one more orgasm.”

The straight road ahead is deserted.Lucky, I think and stabilize the wheel with my knees. It’s an easy thing to do for a tall guy, at least for a moment. Long enough to free up my second hand.

I reach over and find her clit, taking it between two fingers… and pinch. A wave of shuddering ecstasy overcomes Erica and I chuckle. I knew a bit of pain would do the trick.

She lets out a string of muted curses as her slick heat clenches around my fingers. Her legs shake until the orgasm has passed her by like a wild wave leaving behind calm seas. Eyes glazed over, she watches me lick my hand clean.

“I won’t let any drop of you go to waste,” I say and she averts her eyes to the road, fidgeting while she tries to catch her breath. If it was humanly possible, she’d be blushing even harder.

How cute.

Her lust-drunk boldness has transformed into post-orgasm bashfulness. She has no reason to be ashamed, though. She’s beautiful in her ruin and I soak in the view.

Top shoved up above her reddened nipples. Flushed face. Hair tousled and trails of black makeup streaking from her eyes down her cheeks, her smudged lipstick painting the skin around her mouth a sloppy crimson.

I put away my cock before I wiggle my phone out of my pocket and open the camera app. The flash makes her jump as I take a picture of her.

“Hey, Cain! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She scowls.

“What’s it look like, little dove? Getting myself a souvenir.” I smirk and show her the phone. “Do you see how gorgeous you are? I couldn’t resist commemorating the occasion.”

She turns her head away, but she glances at the picture from the corner of her eye while she pretends to be busy righting her clothes. “You’re a fucking pervert, curly.”

I laugh. “Well, that’s no news. I wear the pervert badge with pride. If you’re trying to insult me, you’re gonna have to do much better than that, darlin’.”

Cain is still asleep when I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. I admire my ravaged body in the mirror on the back of the door. The naked woman staring back at me is bright-eyed and smiling, not scowling at herself or trying to pick apart every perceived flaw.

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