Page 18 of Cage's Downfall

The last thing I needed was someone coming along to watch me fuck her, after hearing her moan.

Seeing as she had tormented me earlier, by kissing that woman I was going to get her back. So I pulled out slowly, and then in slowly, seeing her eyes get frustrated, and then she bit the inside of my palm.

“Calm down baby girl,” I whispered while blowing in her ear. “You tormented me.”

I pull my hand away from her mouth, only to be scowled by her eyes. “You’ll know torment in a minute if you don’t fuck me harder,” she threatened and I smirked at that.

Then as if she had a point to prove, she pushed me back, unwrapping her legs from around me, dropping to her knees, that warm mouth of hers wrapping around me.

“Okay baby girl be kind,” I said before my hand went into her hair, but she was already taking me all in her mouth. She didn’t even gag. Fuck, she couldn’t get any better.

“Okay Autumn, you’ve proved your point,” I grit out, holding back. She didn’t stop sucking though, and I was seconds away from filling her mouth.

I went to pull out but her hand went to my length, working it. I physically couldn’t stop myself then, as I came in her mouth.

She didn’t pull away.

She didn’t spit it out. Instead she rose up, her eyes on me. I was speechless. She was like a fucking porn star. But she was mine. And I didn’t have to share her with the world.

Never had a woman take it so willingly, or have a pussy as tight as hers. She had robbed me of finishing inside her.

But what she had done, was the next best thing. If not better because usually the women I was with spat.

My hand cupped her cheek. Was it the drugs? Was that why she did that? Cause she was under the influence?

“Cage?”

“Mmm babygirl?”

“Take me home?”

My eyes went to hers. “You want to leave? Thought your night was just starting?”

“You sobered me up. I want to go home.”

“After what you just did, I’d do anything you ask.”

She smiled and it was the first smile she had given anyone in months. She then paused, looking at me.

“You don’t think Nate and Fate saw my show do you?”

I could torment her. But I just couldn’t do it to her after what she had just done for me. “No baby girl they didn’t, they were in the shed.” I then gripped her wrist before she walked off. “But I did, and I didn’t like it.”

“Usually men like girls kissing.”

“I don’t like my woman kissing another woman.” I ran my thumb up her wrist, “I’m a jealous type, even when it comes to women. I don’t share.”

“Well I’m not yours, am I?” She arched her eyebrows at me, and I wanted to argue with her. Did she just blow off any man like she had just done me? Did she let any man touch her the way I touched her?

“Cage. Don’t.” She was quick to say. “Don’t start a fight.”

Fight. I scoffed. “Nah fighting would mean you care about an outcome. And who are we kidding, you couldn’t give a shit about anything lately.”

Her eyes widened.

What did she expect me not to call her out on the fact that I had noticed she didn’t care about living?

“I want to go home.” Was her words of choice, and as I said, she didn’t want a fight because she couldn’t give a damn about the outcome of the fight. Why put effort into a fight when you don’t care about the point you are arguing?

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