His thigh moves up my back as I draw him deeper into my mouth, my hand glides up his leg to rest against his ass. I dig my nails into the hard rock that’s his butt and am amazed at the strength of his body. There’s nothing to pinch! He’s all hard lines and sinews of muscle.
I move him in and out of my mouth and then his hips jerk forward. I feel a large hand wrap around my hair, fisting it, yanking my head back.
“Fuck Mikayla, I’m gonna come down your throat!” he growls, his voice rough from sleep.
It’s so deep and dark I find I have to squeeze my thighs closed. His voice is making me wet! His fucking voice.
In one swift move, he pulls me up and rolls me onto my stomach.
“If I’m coming, it’s gonna be wrapped around your pussy while you’re coming,” he says gruffly before lifting my hips and slamming into me.
My hand slaps against the headboard as he thrusts into me. I think my vision goes black as he forcibly grips me and yanks my ass against him.
“Yes!” I cry.
I actually scream. It’s a crazy blend of pleasure and exquisite pain as he pounds into me from behind. The fire builds, hotter and hotter, until I explode, stars filling my vision as I lose all control of myself.
Somehow my body lifts, and I’m kneeling. Caine’s hands grab my breasts, squeezing so hard, yet my body seems to register it as pleasurebecause all I can do is quiver in his arms.
“Fuck, you’re coming again! Yes,” Caine growls. His thrusts are so powerful, I have to brace my arms in front of me. “I’m coming, Mikayla, fuck! So. Fucking. Hard!”
In one powerful thrust, he groans, squeezing my breasts even harder as he grinds against my ass.
His dick hits that spot inside me, already overstimulated and sensitive, and I find myself careening off the cliff again. I feel myself stiffen against his body. When his fingers rub my clit, my legs lose all ability to hold my weight, yet somehow, I’m still upright.
In a sweaty heap, we both fall forward, his hand still between my thighs. I’ve lost the ability to speak as he thrusts his still-hard cock inside me while he flicks his finger over my clit. His legs keep mine from closing, and all I can do is shake beneath him.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight right now. Just… if you give me a few minutes, I’ll be able to fuck you again,” Caine says.
“I don’t think I can take much more.” I croak out.
My throat is hoarse, and I can feel my pussy convulsing around his cock.
“Making you come is my favorite thing,” he says with a throaty chuckle. “I came so hard I may need a nap!”
I giggle, and he groans.
I love you, my heart whispers, as I lie beside him, playing with his black locks. But of course, I don’t say it. I don’t know why. Or maybe I do.
I’m fucking terrified.
I stare up at the ceiling and just breathe. My head spins unexpectedly. All of a sudden, I don’t feel like myself. I shut my eyes, trying to relax, but dizziness washes over me, and my stomach flips. I must be hungry?
“We need to get on the road,” Caine turns to look at me, and I try to smile when he kisses my brow.
I sigh and roll over, sitting up and hopping to it.
I shut my eyes and rest my head against the headrest of the car. That odd feeling is still with me, this feeling that I’m just not quite myself.
I turn my head and watch Caine as he bobs his head to the music. He’s driving back to the ranch. For some reason I’m still feeling… off. I don’t know if it’s just because I’m exhausted from all the emotional shit I’ve been dealing with, or if I’m just tired in general.
“Are you sure you’re fine having dinner with my family again?” Caineasks, looking at me from the corner of his eye. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out on a real first date, where my family doesn’t hijack our night.”
I smile, a giggle rumbling in my chest as I remember last night. “I like your brothers.”
The song “Creek Will Rise” by Conner Smith comes on the radio. I wiggle my brows at him. “Wanna pull over?” I ask this knowing I still really don’t feel well. But I like the feeling of him, being near him.
“If only we had time,” he says with a chuckle.
