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I suck her clit into my mouth, running circles over the nub with my tongue. Alyssa’s legs shake, her thighs tighten against my ears. Scream your muffled scream for me. I slide one hand under her ass, lifting her hips to get a better angle at her perfection. I can’t get enough of her. Alyssa flings her head forward, and through her messy golden hair, I can see the feral expression on her face.
This isn’t the innocent woman who stepped into my office anymore. Whoever’s looking at me through those pristine ponds of blue is a lustful demon, yearning to experience the joys of a good, hard fucking.
My free hand dances up the inside of her leg, keeping her firmly held in place with the other. I move to her entrance while working her clit with my tongue. Her eyes widen as the realization dawns on her of what’s to come.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I ask in between consuming her.
“A few times,” she says with conviction. No longer nervous to answer the questions I pose.
“Have you ever reached orgasm? Do you want to feel me inside you?”
She nods. “Please finger fuck me.”
I slide the tip of my finger between her folds.
A hasty breath strips her of an answer. If she hasn’t, she’s going to experience it here and now. I won’t let her go without that sweet release.
Alyssa spasms at the wild sensations running through her body. It’s hardly preparation for my rod, but my fingers will have to do.
“Good girl.”
She squeals in delight, and I penetrate her to the knuckle. Her eyes nearly shoot out of her skull, and her mouth forms a perfectOwithout emitting a sound. I reclaim my position, mouth on her clit, finger penetrating in slow motion. But her body receives me well, and the tightening grip of her hole around me is a good sign.
I lick and suck while the pace of my penetration increases. Alyssa heaves and jerks, her tummy raising and sinking while every muscle in her body tenses. She grinds her hips against my face, searching my hand and mouth for as much pleasure as they’ll deliver.
“Oh, fuck, Cain, don’t stop,” the same feral demon I saw utters the guttural mess of words.
I continue my assault on her walls. My tongue goes on its own adventure across her sex, and my finger continues its work. She explodes with a loud roar, unable to still herself before it's too late. Good, I hate that she did it in the first place.
She grinds against me and explodes with liquid trickling down her thighs. I move in and lap up every drop of her sweet liquid. Only then, when I’ve cleaned her and her wetness coats my chin do I pull away. She crumbles to her back, panting for air, two graceful fingers dancing against the inside of her thigh.
“That was,” she pauses and giggles. “Fucking amazing.”
Her satisfaction is what I wanted. To see her breathless and desperate for me to fuck her.
“I told you… you’re going to be mine.” I lean in to kiss her, giving her a taste of what I had the pleasure to enjoy. Alyssa licks my lower lip, forcing her tongue into my mouth for more.
When our lips part, she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes and pout on her lips.
“If you haven’t noticed yet,” she speaks softly as if we’re going to get in trouble if anyone hears what she says. “I’m already yours.”
I drop to my ass, nearly praising halle-fucking-lujah.
Chapter 6
Alyssa
Afew days later
I scan myself in the mirror, swaying my hips from side to side and ensuring my ensemble looks good. I’ve tweaked my makeup and outfit a thousand times for the mysterious adventure Cain has insisted he’s going to take me on because I want to look perfect for him. But as excited as I am to go out with him, a part of me is sad. He said the night would be ours, and I wholly believed we’d spend it here, rolling between the sheets, and I’d get my first taste of the monster dangling between his legs.
I opted for a dress. It’s the best one I brought with me, but because it’s a work outfit it isn’t the scanty piece I’d have preferred wearing. It’s dark blue, modest, and runs down to the ground. There isn’t much cleavage on display, and because of the way Cain’s treated me, made me feel so special, I’d love to give him something to look at wherever we go.
Along with being ready to go out, Cain told me to pack an overnight bag with a comfortable outfit. His exact words were. “Bring something similar to what you wore the other night.”
Panties and a tight shirt? I’ll do you one better. I might not have brought any cocktail dresses that show more than they should, but I never leave home without a pair of my finest lingerie. For good measure, I packed a shirt too.
When I’m sure I have everything I need for our night out, I exit my room. The whole house feels eerily quiet and empty with Tony in bed and Herman doing who knows what.
