She hooks her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, hands still trembling, and begins to pull them down.
“Are you serious?” My voice cuts across the room. “Move faster!”
She wraps her small hand around his half-hard cock and starts stroking him slowly, working him awake inch by inch.
Cain begins to stir, waking second by second, a low sound catching in his throat as awareness returns.
When she finally manages to take him into her mouth, the jerk uses the restraints to his advantage, lifting both bound wrists and pressing them against the back of her head as he buries himself as deep as he can, a feral moan leaving him as the last shred of control gives out.
She makes a startled sound around his cock but doesn’t stop. She keeps going like every moan he gives her is something worth collecting.
Looks like she’s in love.
The thought hits harder than it should. My cock is already aching beneath the fabric of my pants. I grab myself through the material and squeeze hard, chasing pain like it might kill the hunger building inside me. It doesn’t. Not even close.
I hadn’t planned on fucking her tonight. Hadn’t planned on wanting her this badly. But it seems my cock made that decision for me.
“Fuck him, kitten,” I order from the side, freeing my cock and stroking myself, trying to take the edge off.
She looks at me, and behind the fear still shining in her eyes, there’s something else now. Something darker. Something curious.
Looks like she’s enjoying this.
Naughty little kitten.
She obeys again, climbing on top of Cain and reaching between them, searching for his cock with her hand before guiding it to her entrance.
“Fuck… are you sure?” Cain whispers up at her, his voice rough with disbelief.
“Do you want to die?” she shoots back without hesitation.
A grin tugs at my mouth.
Hot and funny.
He’s a lucky bastard.
Then she lowers herself slowly, taking him little by little, letting his cock stretch her as she sinks down fully. Her eyes roll back, her head falling behind her, lips parting on a breath before she starts moving, rising and dropping over him with a rhythm that makes the whole room feel tighter.
The sounds falling from her mouth are unreal. Every moan she gives him lands in my ears like Mozart—sharp, rich—beautiful in a way that could drive a man insane.
I let them have their moment for a couple of minutes, letting the pleasure blur my presence in the room until they almost forget I’m there. Almost.
The monster in me doesn’t stay quiet for long. It keeps clawing higher, drowning out every sane thought until I have no choice but to move.
I step closer, spit into my palm, and close my hand around my cock, stroking once as the need to touch her turns vicious.
“Fuck…” I breathe as I push into her ass.
She tries to turn her head and look at me, but I force her forward until her breasts press hard against Cain’s chest. The bastard understands instantly. He wraps his arms around her, caging her against him while he keeps moving inside her, holding her tight and leaving me all the space I need behind her.
She gasps the second I’m fully inside, her whole body locking tight for one sharp second before the sound finally breaks free.
“Oh God.” She moans.
Fuck me, princess.
“You love this, don’t you, kitten?” I ask, driving in and out of her while the room fills with the sound of all three of us slipping further out of control.
