Page 66 of Cry, Little Dove

She pauses, and I can see the proverbial coin drop. “Oh no…” she breathes. “That orgasm I had in my dream and the weird white stuff all over me when I woke up… Did you—”

I can’t help snickering. “That’s right. While you were asleep, I fucked you with my fingers and glazed you with my cum. Took you damn long to figure that one out, huh? Guess you can cross somno off your list, too, but I’m up for a repeat anytime… if you ask nicely.”

I slide my phone from my pocket, pulling up the picture I took of her in the aftermath, and turn the device toward her. Erica freezes, her breath stopping. Motion returns to her in the form of an outraged huff as she slaps my chest.

“God, you’re an asshole, Cain! A sick freak! A dirty, filthy, disgusting pervert!”

I put the phone on the side table, her picture still lighting up the screen. “It’s hard to take your insults seriously when you’re blushing like that, darlin’.”

She sniffles, but at least she’s smiling again. “Go to hell and burn, curly.”

“I told you already, only if you come with me.”

“Ugh!” She punches my arm, and I grab her wrist, pressing my lips to her pulse point.

“I still mean it when I say you’ll be mine forever, in life and in death, little dove. But there’s more to me than the cold sadist. If I’m gonna fuck that sweet pussy of yours every day for the rest of our lives, I don’t always wanna cause you pain. Sometimes, I wanna be slow and soft with you.”

I push gently against Erica’s shoulder and she leans back on the sofa. She watches me with feverish eyes as I slide off the seat and hike her skirt up to her hips. A damp spot darkens the middle of her barely-there lace panties and I hook my fingers under the waistband. Her ass lifts as I tug them off. My cock stands at full attention while I admire her dewy pussy. My mouth waters.

“I’m a vicious monster, but I can be gentle, too. You can’t appreciate the dark without the light,” I say and part her knees wider, positioning myself between her thighs. I can smell how turned on she is, her scent melding with the rich petrichor brought by the storm. “When we fuck, you’ll never know what you’ll get. Pleasure or pain. Torture or tenderness. But I promise, darlin’, you’ll enjoy one as much as the other, because your body is a delicate instrument and I know exactly which strings to pluck to make it sing with desire.”

I dive down. My tongue licks in broad strokes along her seam, and I moan at her taste, closing my eyes. I grip her thighs, pulling her flush against my mouth while my lips close around her clit. Her lustful cries rise over the thrumming rain and growling thunder, hands curling into my hair. She yanks on my roots and I suck harder, flicking her nub with my tongue before letting it pop out of my mouth to devour it again.

Erica’s hips roll, her sex suffocating me as she grinds against my face. My tongue spells my love confession on her pussy, letter by letter, and I invade her with two fingers, twisting them up and forward.

“Oh fuck, Cain,” she moans. “Yes, that’s perfect! God I—”

She jolts, clenching around my digits as she comes, but I keep lavishing attention on her clit, keep pumping my fingers in and out of her. I leak pre-cum into my pants, barely stopping myself from coming, too.

When Erica has drifted down from her high, I sit next to her to undo my pants and take out my impatient dick. I’m throbbing and my balls are ready to burst.

“Get on my lap, darlin’,” I say, reaching for her. “I want you to ride me tonight, but even when you’re on top, I’m the one in charge. Don’t forget that.”

She smiles eagerly. “You’re always in charge, sir.”

She unzips her dress and slips out of it before climbing on top of me. I grip my stiff length with one hand as she hovers above it. When her slick entrance presses against the head, I nearly lose what little self-control I have left. Her essence coats my tip, dripping down my twitching shaft.

“Impale yourself on my cock like the dirty painslut you are,” I command, gritting the words out between clenched teeth. It takes every ounce of restraint to hold back and not thrust upward into her, but I want to see her following my orders.

“Yes, Dr. Morrow,” she breathes and sinks onto me.

Erica obeying me is like a shot of morphine, making me feel hot and fuzzy. My eyes roll back in my head as her cunt slowly envelops me. She’s so fuckin’ wet, I slip easily inside her, at least at first. I can tell she’s still struggling with my size. She pauses halfway, her breath coming in huffs, her inner walls squeezing me.

“You’re doing so well, darlin’.” I hold her face with both hands and pull her into a passionate kiss. “Just a lil more. I know you can take all of me.”

She bites her lip, lowering herself inch by inch. When I’m fully sheathed in her tight hole, she lets out a small whine, and a surge of pleasure lances through my balls.

“That’s my good girl,” I groan. “See, your pretty pussy fits me like a glove.”

One hand on her ass and the other on her lower belly, my thumb circles her clit. I kiss her again. My tongue swarms her mouth while her hips lift, sliding my cock out to the tip before she drops down. Her warmth wrapped around my dick has me seeing stars. She bounces on my lap, finding a needy, irregular rhythm.

I can’t last much longer. But from the way she gets tighter and tighter each time she drives my length into herself, I can tell she’s close, too.

I lean in to lick her tits and she arches her back, pushing her breasts into my face. My teeth clamp gently around her hard nipple. I pinch the other one, and her pussy seizes from the light pain.

That’s it for me. I explode inside her. Erica throws her head back, coming on my throbbing cock while I empty my cum into her. It seems like it won’t stop, wave after wave of my release filling her.

By the time I finish, we’re both shaking and out of breath like we’ve run a marathon. I stay inside her, craving the intimate connection between us. Erica falls forward against my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck, nuzzling her nose into me, and I brush over her hair.

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