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He stops, and I sob in despair. “I know,” he coos as he runs a thumb along my sex and dips it inside, his fingers pressing against my clit. Desire blooms thick and fast, and I rock back against his hand. He presses his thumb inside, right down to the knuckle.
“Cain, please.”
“You’re not ready.” His fingers apply pressure, my head lolls, and I writhe on the countertop, rocking as he pumps his thumb in and out. “Your pussy is milking my thumb. You’re tight as fuck. There is no way you’re ready to take my cock.”
“I am. I will.” I whimper.
His hand slips away, and a delicate kiss is placed on my throbbing sex. It’s too delicate, too soft, not nearly enough to bring me to the edge and one kiss too many to torture me further.
“Come here.” Cain’s low voice sends a ripple over my skin. Twisting around, I scoot to the edge. “Kiss me.” Two words have never had so much power over me. I close the distance in a heartbeat and latch my mouth to his. He wastes no time in securing handfuls of my ass and lifting me off the side.
I wrap myself around him and sigh when his lips find the small hollow of my neck. The pleasure starts with the sting of his bite and skitters down to spark a furious throb inside. Grinding into him, I beg for him to give me what I need. His grip is harsh, his face set in a determined frown as he uses his hold to leverage me up ever so slightly. The wide crown of his cock teases through his clothes. He works my hips in small movements, up and down the ridge of his shaft, as his mouth seeks out a nipple, and his teeth play havoc with the sensitive nub. I jerk, moaning, the pleasure swirling up from the depths, tethering to the ache in my breasts. I grind down, staring open-mouthed as Cain drags my nipple through his teeth. Every molecule in me is vibrating out a chorus of gratitude as my orgasm rips through me, and I cry out his name, my throat raw with need. He allows my hips no rest, dragging them back and forth as my sex pulses—the pleasure ebbing between us. Cain watches, his forehead furrowed as I climax in his arms. “Better?”
I slam my mouth to his, biting and licking at his lips. We ascend, and I blink to find the kitchen disappearing as we head upstairs. Cain's long strides have us entering his bedroom.
He lowers me, our mouths still fused. “Knees, Lauren,” he grunts, undoing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. I watch, transfixed. “Knees, now!” I sink down to the floor in time for Cain to fist his cock and hold it at lip level. His free hand teases the strands of my hair, then delves deeper and takes hold of the silky curls. “I expect tears and not a drop wasted.” He pants, adjusting his stance and opening his mouth when my tongue dips out to wet my lips.
I moan as his musky scent hits my nose. The wide tip runs across my lips and a salty tang bursts over my tongue when I dip it out for more. Hissing, he jerks forward, fills my mouth full and begins fucking it slowly until he is swelling and groaning. “Damn, you’re good at this.” Hot cum spurts down my throat, and I swallow greedily. My jaw aches, and my teeth are sensitive. His guttural groan skates across my flesh and sets my soul alight. Desperate to hear him moan again, I dig my nails into his arse cheeks and pull him deep into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and suckling greedily.
He pants, large hands smoothing my hair, and his thumbs rim under my eyes, chasing tears away. “Such.” He thrusts. “A good.” Thrust. “Girl,” he chokes out as the last bit of cum dribbles down my chin. I grip his cock and suck harshly. “Fuck!” he barks and rips himself free before tilting my head and thrusting his softening cock back in. Cain holds himself still, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Dirty girl.” He grins down at me. I smirk around his cock, my eyes stinging from the makeup now swimming in them. “Go, get on the bed.” He slips free, and I crawl out from underneath him and scramble my way to the bed.
The sheets are cool and silky beneath my limbs and, sighing, I roll over the surface and twist to find Cain with his head bent against the wall—still. Is he having doubts?
The harsh sigh he expels tells me as much. “You’re going to ask me to leave, aren’t you?” I whisper. His already tense shoulders lift even farther, and I flinch.
Cain doesn’t move. His head never lifts, but the way in which he says my name, full of regret, has me sliding off the bed and walking hastily down the hall to find my clothes. Unbelievable.
Gritting my teeth, I drag on my dress and shove my discarded knickers back up my legs. Sure, but soft footsteps sound behind me. “That one experience is enough for me to know I will need more than one night, Lauren. More isn’t on offer.”
I refuse to look at him—allow him to see the hurt he has caused. “From now on, stay the hell away from me.” I leave, and he doesn’t stop me. How he manages to run a multi-million-pound company when he can’t even make his mind up astounds me. Surely, we can have sex and carry on as normal adults? I certainly can.
I stomp my way down the hall, shaking from head to toe, when Cain bypasses me in his boxers. “Leave me alone, Cain.”
He flings me over his shoulder. “I think you’re turning me into a fucking pussy,” he scolds.
I wriggle and slap his arse. “Get off me!” I growl. “Put me down.” Cain powers us back down the corridor and into his apartment.
“I had a small blip. Something I can only explain as being your fault,” he mutters, ignoring my protests.
“My fault? I think you’re suffering from PMS. I have a spare tampon if you need it.”
“You’d think after choking on my dick, your jaw would be too sore to talk.” His fingers massage my arse, and he groans happily at the handful.
“Even if it was, I would still talk back.” He takes the stairs two at a time. The upside-down structure makes me feel sick.
“And that’s precisely why we are in this predicament.” He lifts my dress so that his hand can make contact with my bare skin. I jolt in his grasp.
I jab my elbow into his back, enjoying the sound of him groaning in discomfort. I like it so much that I do it again.
“Pack it in!” he snaps and flings me onto the bed. His face is a mix of confusion and lust. “I need more than tonight. Give me a weekend?” he asks, reaching to hook my knickers around his fingers and sliding them down my thighs.
“No.” I kick his arm away. “I’m not a toy, Cain. Either we agree to a night, or I leave.” He glowers. I growl. With a defeated groan, he drops his face between my thighs and drives his tongue deep inside. Oh, dear god!
He moans, lapping at my folds and suckling my flesh into his mouth. Shivering, I grip onto his wide shoulders and cry out when he unexpectedly drives more than two fingers inside me. “Lauren, my hand is drenched.”
“More, please. I need more.” With a few precise pumps and a flick of his wrist, I suck in a breath as my orgasm washes over me with a sweet roll of ecstasy. Cain pumps his hand as wave after wave crashes over me. I’m delirious, lost in a sea of sensations. He flips me and pulls my cheeks wide, groaning about how pretty I am. I squirm, but then the blunt tip of his cock is there. I whimper, my legs shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. He slams deeply on a rough bark, filling me in one deep thrust. I squeal as the pressure of his cock torments, the sting still throbbing between my legs. “Too much,” I gasp, overcome by emotion. He pumps out, then stretches me.
“Give me more time.” He starts slamming away behind me. “Let me show you how much you can take, pretty girl.” Cain adjusts his body, applying enough pressure to manipulate my body to whichever position he pleases. “Your cunt is so fucking tight,” he chokes out, grinding deeply.
