Page 136 of He Sees You
With one arm, I sweep the table clear.
Keys clatter to the floor, the lantern tips and rolls, maps flutter like dying birds.
None of it matters.
The wood is bare now, solid under her ass as I drop her onto it.
She spreads her legs wide, inviting me, her eyes locked on mine—dark, hungry, no fear, just raw need.
I grab her thighs, spreading her further, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
My free hand fumbles with my belt, the buckle clinking as I free my cock.
It springs out, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum.
Celeste licks her lips, staring at it like she wants to devour me.
But not yet. I position myself between her legs, the tip of my cock nudging her entrance.
She is soaked, her juices coating me as I push in—slow at first, just the head, stretching her tight pussy.
She cries out, her head falling back, exposing the column of her throat.
I thrust forward, burying half my length in one go.
Her walls clench around me, hot and wet, pulling me deeper. “Yes, Cain—harder,” she demands, her voice breaking.
I don't need telling twice.
I slam into her fully, my hips snapping against hers, the table creaking under the force.
The dress bunches around her waist now, the bloodstains smearing onto the wood as I fuck her.
Each thrust is brutal, my cock pounding into her pussy without mercy.
Her tits bounce with every impact, spilling over the low neckline.
I lean down, capturing one nipple through the fabric, biting down hard enough to make her yelp.
She bucks up, meeting my rhythm, her heels digging into my ass to pull me closer.
Sweat beads on my skin, mixing with the metallic tang in the air.
The hallway smells of us—sex and blood, pine from the cabin walls.
I grip her hips, angling her so I can hit deeper, my cock dragging against her inner walls.
She is tight, so fucking tight, her body gripping me like a vice. “You're mine,” I snarl, my teeth grazing her ear. “This pussy, this body—all mine.”
Celeste's hands claw at my shoulders, tearing at my shirt.
Buttons pop, fabric rips, but I don't stop.
I drive into her harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the space.
Her moans turn to screams, high and desperate, her pussy fluttering around me.
I feel her building, the tension coiling in her thighs.
