Page 123 of Cain
He grips my thighs tighter. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
I jerk him harder.
His voice is strained, his breaths coming heavier. I feel his body tense, his cock throbbing in my hand as he reaches the edge.
“I’m yours, Cain. Let go.”
Faster.
“Fuck—”
Faster.
“Katerina,” he groans.
His body shudders as he spills into my hand, his grip on my thigh tightening. His breathing is uneven; his chest rises and falls frantically.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he pants with a smile.
“Maybe I’m just learning from the best,” I brag.
His hand slides up my thigh, his fingers brushing against me under the water. He glances over his shoulder, a dark, satisfied grin on his lips.
“Your turn.”
I could never say no to that. Without a second thought, I stand up, pass in front of him, and lower myself, my back against his strong chest.
“Good girl.”
His lips graze my ear, sending goosebumps all over my body. His fingers glide over my skin, making my breathing more erratic.
“I like it when you’re worried about me,” he whispers in my ear, his voice rough and sinister as his fingers slide between my slit.
I take a deep breath. “Someone has to keep you from slipping too far,” I say, enjoying his fingers delicately teasing me. “I’m here, ready for you to do whatever you want to me.”
“That’s what I like about you …” He pushes a finger deep into my wet core, causing a sigh of pleasure to escape my lips. Oh, God. “That you’re always ready for me. Like a good little fuck-toy.”
His other hand trails up my stomach, cupping my breast as his thumb teases my hard nipple. The feeling sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I arch back against him.
“Cain …” I gasp.
“You have such a perfect little pussy.”
He thrusts his fingers inside me, curling just right. I cry out, gripping his thighs for support as my body betrays me.
His other hand wraps around my throat, holding me firmly in place.
“You are mine,” he growls in my ear.
“I-I’m …”
He curls them faster.
“Say it, Katerina.”
“I’m yours!”
Rougher.
