19. Cain
Spending most of the concert with Erica on my shoulders left me with a boner that doesn’t wanna quit—not even in the car on the way home.
It was a great show, but I couldn’t focus on the music with her soft thighs framing my face and the scent of her perfume mixing with her fresh sweat.
All I thought about was pounding into her sweet lil cunt and making her body sing with pleasure until we were both spent.
Erica cuddling up against my side since I started driving doesn’t help with my raging erection, either.
I fuckin’ love having her close, but it takes an inhuman amount of restraint to not pull over and bury myself to the hilt inside her.
“Thank you for today. I had so much fun,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice.
The yellow streetlights throw shadows across her face, but she still seems lit up from the inside out.
“Told you it’d be awesome, darlin’.”
“More than that.” She straightens, and I shiver at the loss of her heat.
“This was the best day of my life.”
She puts her hand on my knee and my brows rise as her dainty fingers trail over my thigh.
I shudder when she palms my throbbing cock through my jeans, goosebumps crawling up my back.
It’s a relief to finally have her touch me, but a queasy knot tightens my stomach.
The woman I love wants to give me a handjob in the car, and I don’t feel like it?
Am I sick?
“Don’t,” I say, the pulse drumming in my ears rising above the droning whirr of tires on asphalt.
She pouts.
“Why not?”
“You never initiate sex. This is the first time.” I grab her wrist, holding firm, but not hard enough to hurt her.
“I don’t want this to happen because you think you owe me for tonight.”
“Fuck no!” She shakes her head, offence plain in her tone.
“That’s not why I’m doing it!”
“Then why?” I shoot back and immediately want to slap myself.
God, what do I expect her to say?
My question is an open invitation to get my fuckin’ feelings hurt.
“Because this wasn’t just the best day of my life, Cain, but also the best date I’ve ever been on, and it put me in the mood. Plain and simple.”
My eyes go wide.
“It’s not about the ridiculous amount of money you probably spent on the meet-and-greet and the tickets. It’s because you paid attention to the things that are important to me, and you went through all this effort to make me happy. You protected me from that scumbag, too. But I admit there is one other reason…” She giggles, flicking the brim of my hat.
“Because you’re hot as fuck with that hat and the tie. Guess I have a thing for cowboys who aren’t really cowboys.”
I blush so fiercely, my whole head should burst into flames.
Idiotic stammering leaves my lips and I let go of her arm.
“Ha, I finally did it! I made you speechless, curly! It’s only fair because you do it to me all the time.” She grins and turns her body toward me, one leg tucked underneath her ass.
“And now, I suggest you focus on the road while I suck your thick cock as deep as I can take it, Dr. Morrow.”
I almost burst out of my jeans.
Goddamn, I know she’s a freak, but until now, she’s been pretty silent about her kinky side unless I press her about it.
“I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth on you,” I rasp.
“I’ll show you what else I can do with it.” She switches on the cabin light, letting me see the flush on her cheeks and the seductive shimmer in her eyes in all its glory.
“Let’s keep the light on. I want you to see my face while you fuck my throat.”
“Damn, I could get used to you talking like that, little dove.” I put one palm against the side of her head.
“So long as you know your place.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten, sir,” she purrs.
“I only want to make my master come like a good girl should.”
She hasn’t even touched me yet, but I can’t stop myself from moaning.
I have created a monster, a deviant slut to match my twisted urges.
Erica undoes my belt, then the button on my jeans and opens the zipper.
Her hand drifts into the fly of my boxers, curling around my dick, and I jerk like her fingers are made of pure lightning.
She licks her lips as she pulls out my cock, eyes fixed on the swollen tip.
Her head bows, and the first, slow stroke of her velvet tongue has my hips bucking.
I twitch, ripping the steering wheel to the left.
“Oh, shit,” I curse.
The tires screech.
I barely stop us from crashing into a tree, but Erica laughs.
She licks around and around, teasing me while I leak onto her tongue.
A growl rises in my throat, and she laughs harder.
I grit my teeth.
The devious bitch knows exactly what she’s doing…
and I know exactly how she wants me to react.
I’ll teach her what happens to brats who provoke a feral man like me.
The car swerves again as my hand snaps into her hair, the other staying on the wheel.
I slow down before I wrap the long black strands around my fist and yank.
She gasps, her breath on my tip sending a cascade of tingles down my spine.
“Stop playing around, slut. Open your filthy mouth and suck my cock,” I hiss.
Her red lips part and she hesitates, a challenge glimmering in her eyes.
She wants me to make her…
and I’m all too happy to oblige.
I shove her down on my cock until I hit the back of her hot throat.
She starts gagging, and a surge of pleasure shoots up from my balls as she swallows me.
Her hands press against my thighs and she tries to push herself off, but I hold her down, her hair like a leash wrapped around my fingers like I imagined it the night I kidnapped her.
No escape for my little dove.
I force my dick deeper until her lips are against my groin.
She panics, but that just makes her throat tighter, squeezing me like a vise.
Her groans vibrate against my cock, and my balls tighten.
I’m already close.
Realizing that anybody driving by can see what we are doing almost pushes me past the point of no return.
“Is that what you want? Do you want to choke on my dick until you pass out, darlin’?” I mock her, and she makes a desperate, fuckin’ sexy noise.
“Do you want me to use your throat as my personal cock sleeve?”
I pull her up, letting her catch her breath before shoving her back down.
Sensitized from before, she chokes again, and a thrill bursts along my nerves.
I can’t take much more.
“You made me do this, Erica. You provoked me with your teasing, and you know that brats get punished.”
I move her head up and down, yanking on her hair while I fuck her face.
She’s a quick learner, taking breaths whenever I slip out to the edge of her lips, but she can’t do anything about the gagging…
and that’s the best part.
Mascara and eyeliner run in black streaks down her cheeks.
Blood red lipstick is smeared all over my cock and her lips.
“You’re such a beautiful mess with your ruined makeup and my dick in your throat,” I groan.
“Hollow your cheeks, darlin’, suck me harder.”
And fuck me, she does.
Her tongue strokes the underside of my shaft and her lips form a seal.
My balls tense and my cock swells.
I can barely see the road through flashing dots of light as my cum hits her mouth.
I hold on to the wheel for dear fuckin’ life, but the car swerves over the middle line before I narrowly avoid an oncoming car and get us back in the right lane.
If I end up killing us, I’ll die happily to the sound of the other driver honking and Erica’s garbled moans.
“Be a good girl and swallow every drop,” I command.
Not like she has much of a choice, though.
I’m so far inside her, all she can do is take whatever I give her.
When I let go, she sits up coughing…
and smiling .
My hand dives into the stretchy waistband of her leggings and under her panties.
She’s maddeningly wet, my finger sliding easily through her slit.
The heel of my palm presses on her clit and she rocks back and forth against it, slicking my skin with her essence.
“Oh, yes,” she moans.
“Keep going, please, sir…” She closes her eyes, hips rolling as she parts her thighs wider, revealing a visible damp spot in her crotch.
I tut.
“Look at yourself, darlin’. You’ve soaked through your panties and your leggings like a needy bitch. My little slut got this wet from me fucking her throat. Aren’t you ashamed of being so desperate to get fucked by the killer who drugged and kidnapped you?”
Her face takes on a darker shade of red.
She really gets off on me humiliating her, but damn, if it doesn’t get me going, too.
Pity I need a small break, or I’d order her to climb on my lap.
“From the very beginning during our night in the motel, you always know how to drive me wild… how do you do it?” she asks breathily.
“No one has ever turned me on like you do. Your touch is magic.”
I grin.
“I have a sixth sense for whores who want to be dominated, degraded, and fucked until they forget their own name.”
And obviously, I saw her sex wish list, but she doesn’t need to know that.
For now, I’m happy with her assuming I can read her dirty mind like an open book.
Erica attempts to give me a disapproving glare for my joke, but I slip three fingers inside her dripping hole, curling them to hit her g-spot.
She hisses and her eyes roll back.
Her pussy clamps down on my digits.
“I wanna see you riding my hand like you’d ride my cock,” I say.
“Yes, Dr. Morrow, sir.” The words haven’t fully left her lips when she starts grinding, her hips drawing slow figure eights.
“Show me your perfect tits,” I order, and Erica raises her top.
She isn’t wearing a bra and her breasts sway.
“Now pinch your nipples.”
I wish I had a free hand to grab my phone and film her as her fingers circle her breasts, sliding closer and closer to the center.
She twists her nipples lightly and my dick twitches, giving a commendable effort to return to life.
“Harder,” I growl.
“If I don’t see real pain on your face, you don’t get to come tonight.”
Her grip on those rosy peaks tightens, her cunt clenching around my fingers.
She starts tugging and tweaking them, nails digging in.
The lazy circles of her hips turn frantic.
Every bounce drenches my hand more, the wet sounds of my fingers plunging into her pussy only overshadowed by her shameless moans.
“Make it hurt, darlin’. Let me hear you,” I say, trying to keep one eye on the road while I watch her.
“You’re doing so well. Are you my good girl?”
“Ah, yes! I’m your good girl, sir!” she brings out, face twisting with desire.
“Then come on my hand.”
It takes about three seconds until an orgasm tears through her.
Erica’s pussy ripples, her hips jerking arrhythmically while she seeks pressure against her clit to ride out her pleasure.
When she calms down, she wears the biggest smile.
I tilt my head, putting ice into my gaze and steel into my voice when I ask, “Did I say you can stop?”
The grin slips from her lips.
“But—”
“I’m still knuckles-deep in your weeping cunt.” I wiggle inside her to make my point, and she flinches.
“A greedy hole like yours deserves more than one orgasm, little dove. Now fuck yourself on my hand and come all over my fingers again.”
She gives a quick nod.
“Yes, sir.” Her face scrunches as she starts to move, hesitantly rocking back and forth.
She’s sensitive from that brutal first orgasm, and the grimace pulling at her mouth fills me with sadistic satisfaction.
Impatiently, I shift my position and start pummeling her, sliding over her g-spot with every quick thrust.
“Cain, stop! This is too much!” She grips my arm, but she’s not making a sincere attempt to stop me.
“You can take it, darlin’. Give me one more orgasm.”
The straight road ahead is deserted.
Lucky , I think and stabilize the wheel with my knees.
It’s an easy thing to do for a tall guy, at least for a moment.
Long enough to free up my second hand.
I reach over and find her clit, taking it between two fingers…
and pinch.
A wave of shuddering ecstasy overcomes Erica and I chuckle.
I knew a bit of pain would do the trick.
She lets out a string of muted curses as her slick heat clenches around my fingers.
Her legs shake until the orgasm has passed her by like a wild wave leaving behind calm seas.
Eyes glazed over, she watches me lick my hand clean.
“I won’t let any drop of you go to waste,” I say and she averts her eyes to the road, fidgeting while she tries to catch her breath.
If it was humanly possible, she’d be blushing even harder.
How cute .
Her lust-drunk boldness has transformed into post-orgasm bashfulness.
She has no reason to be ashamed, though.
She’s beautiful in her ruin and I soak in the view.
Top shoved up above her reddened nipples.
Flushed face.
Hair tousled and trails of black makeup streaking from her eyes down her cheeks, her smudged lipstick painting the skin around her mouth a sloppy crimson.
I put away my cock before I wiggle my phone out of my pocket and open the camera app.
The flash makes her jump as I take a picture of her.
“Hey, Cain! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She scowls.
“What’s it look like, little dove? Getting myself a souvenir.” I smirk and show her the phone.
“Do you see how gorgeous you are? I couldn’t resist commemorating the occasion.”
She turns her head away, but she glances at the picture from the corner of her eye while she pretends to be busy righting her clothes.
“You’re a fucking pervert, curly.”
I laugh.
“Well, that’s no news. I wear the pervert badge with pride. If you’re trying to insult me, you’re gonna have to do much better than that, darlin’.”