The Wrath of Cain

I silence her with my hand over her mouth.

“Don’t you dare. I said we will talk. Don’t you deny this to either one of us. If you didn’t want me to fuck you, you wouldn’t have just come all over my tongue, baby.”

I may sound crude, but I don’t care; I know she wants me as much as I want her. I’m done talking. I want her fucking mouth.

I grab her for a passionate kiss, swinging my leg around her naked torso and straddling her waist. Water sloshes between us. I’m careful not to put all of my weight on her, but Jesus, I want to see how far I can push her. See how much of my domination she can take. Explore her boundaries.

I’m primal in kissing her, urgency mixing with sexual desperation. When her tongue glides across mine, I completely lose it. She tastes like passion.

My hands go into her wet hair, tugging enough so she arches her long neck and I can escape into the territory of her body I have missed. Her sweet spot. The one that makes her cry out my name like she is doing now.

“Cain. Oh, my.”

She sucks in a breath. My mouth glides down the side of her neck. I need those perfect breasts in my mouth.

Her nipples are already hard and protruding. I begin my exploration by lifting one in my hand, my wet mouth licking around them then moving underneath where I kiss and lick and nip. She is enjoying this just as much as I am. Her sighs and moans as she grinds herself against me are all I need to know.

She squirms when I exhale on her nipple so she feels the warmth of my breath. Her body is totally under my control. I can’t get nearly enough. I switch my mouth to her other breast while leaving my hand stretched wide, busily playing with the one I just left. They’re too damn beautiful for either one of them to be ignored.

“Do you like that?” I ask gruffly after I suck her nipple in deep.

“God, yes!” she moans.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Anything. You could do anything to me right now, and I would love it.”

She places her palms down flat on my shoulders. Her * grinds into my stomach and my cock aches. Goddamn, he is going to feel so fucking happy when I finally sink inside her.

“How about this?”

My finger roams down her ribcage, along her backside, and down the crack of her plump, tight ass. Her body goes rigid for a beat. She quivers when I circle her puckered hole.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Every part of this body has always belonged to me, Calla. And I’m staking my claim right here and now.”

With one last lick of her breast I am at her mouth again, kissing long, hard, and deep while I push my finger gently inside her ass. She clenches with resistance at first, then slowly begins to relax. I stop when I get to my knuckle.

Our kissing becomes more erratic. She nips at my bottom lip. My finger glides out and back in. She whimpers and clenches down again. I grin against her mouth.

“You like that, huh, baby? I got you. You want more, then tell me.”

“Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Her desperation rings loud and clear. My sweet, innocent wife has turned into a fucking naughty sex goddess. My finger goes in deep.

“Like this?” I tease.

Her hips lift up completely. That’s it. I pump my finger in and out of her ass. Calla watches me with glazed over eyes. She wants it rough and dirty, making me wonder exactly what the hell she has done with the two other men she has been with.

I cast those thoughts aside just as quickly as they enter my head, tucking them away for a talk we will definitely be having later. I continue to finger fuck her senseless until I feel her grab hold of my wrist, nails slicing into my skin as she comes once again.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby, but the first time is not going to be in this tub, so come here.”

I extract my finger from her. I sit on the edge of the tub with my feet planted firmly onto the bottom of it. With a lift of her ass, I haul her on top of me.

Her brows quirk up.

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