34. Caine
CHAPTER 34
CAINE
M ax is limp in my arms as I lift her off Drew’s bike and over my shoulder. I’m both pissed off and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my fucking life. I was pissed that I didn’t find her first, and if I would have these other two fuckers wouldn’t have touched her ever again.
But when I caught Drew with his mouth buried in her cunt as she writhed against the restraints on his bike, I wanted to rip her away and take her for myself. But I didn’t. I stayed rooted right where I was while I watched them.
It brought me back to the other night when I was forced to watch them through the camera. I’ve wanted her all to myself. I’ve wanted to be the only one that touches her, but for some reason watching how she reacts with someone else is just as fucking hot as when she’s with me.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to let her off easy now, though. Because she deserves to be punished for what she’s been doing to me. She jostles on my shoulder slightly, like she just now realized she’s being carried somewhere. Her clothes are barely hanging onto her frame and I don’t bother trying to cover her up.
“Wha—” I cut off anything she was about to say with a sharp smack on her ass.
“Don’t say a fucking word, killer. Or I’ll fuck you right here in the dirt instead of bending you over my bike.”
She lets out a little huff, and I hear, “Too late.”
I just smack her ass once more as we get closer to where I left my Ducati. I already know it's too late. She's covered in mud, leaves and sticks plastered to her face and hair, her skin is red and scratched. I'm sure that Adam, our uninvited guest, has already shown her what it's like to be fucked into the dirt.
And that is something I’m not okay with.
I maneuver her easily so she’s laying across the seat of my motorcycle, bent in half and her toes barely graze the ground. I keep her trapped with my body against her because I know she’s going to try and escape the first chance she gets.
“Please Caine, I can’t anymore,” she sobs weakly.
“Aw, can’t what? Can’t take anymore in your sensitive little pussy?”
“No. Yes. Just let me go.”
I huff out a breath, leaning over her back to speak directly into her ear, “Good thing I wasn’t planning on using your pussy, then.”
She gasps, immediately trying to get away from me, but I don't let her. Using one hand, I hold the back of her neck, forcing her head down while I use the other one to push my pants down. Freeing my dick, I pump it in my hand a couple of times, not that I need to because I'm hard as steel.
I let a trail of spit run from my mouth into the space between her plump ass cheeks. I spread them apart to see the tight bud there, just dying to be taken by me.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she seethes, squirming even more when I rub the tip of my cock through her folds, up to her ass, applying the smallest amount of pressure.
“Drew started prepping you, didn’t he, killer? You liked it when he put his finger back here, so you can take my cock.”
She shakes her head against my hold, but I just apply more pressure to her back end in response.
“Caine, I can’t. Let me go, please.” she grits out weakly when I use the head of my dick to rub my spit and precum against her back entrance.
“You can, and you fucking will,” I growl, pushing the head in just barely and she lets out a loud scream that quickly morphs into a moan.
I’m not even an inch inside her and she’s already so tight around my crown I may lose circulation.
“Too much, Caine, it doesn’t fit.” she cries as I rock slightly against her, gritting my teeth.
“You need to let me in. Relax for me,” I reach out, shoving my hand between the seat and her body to rub her clit to help her unclench every muscle in her fucking body.
“I can’t fucking relax when you’re trying to jam your massive dick in my ass,” she screeches and I can’t help the low laugh I let out.
“God, I love it when you fight me.” I rub her clit even more. She moans, relaxing just enough that I’m able to push in another inch.
“There you go. Good little whore taking my massive dick in your ass,” I mock her words, continuing to rub her bundle of nerves while she lets me in.
I feel the tight stretch around me as her whimpers and cries fill my ears. They seem to be a battle between pleasure and pain, which is exactly how I like it. Especially with her.
“Yeah, open up for me,” I groan, pulling back to push in even more.
“Fuck, I can’t anymore, I really can’t.” she protests, while also moving her hips just slightly, contradicting her words. Always fighting me with her words, while her body tells a different story.
I push her head down further. I’m sure any creature within a three mile radius can hear her and I hope that includes Drew and Adam.
I want them to hear what I’m doing to her, what she sounds like for me. I want them to be forced to watch me and watch how her tight little ass stretches around my cock as I pound into her.
“You can, and you’re going to come for me, going to show me how much you love this. I know what you really want.” I prove that by pushing into her ass almost all the way, then pressing a finger inside her pussy.
The cry she lets out has me close to bursting. I take in the vision in front of me, and it’s so fucking pretty. So perfect, just like her. Especially as she clamps down on my cock and my finger, filling both her holes.
“You wish it was two dicks inside you like this, don’t you?” I taunt.
“I don’t—Caine, please,” she begs and it is the best sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
“Please what?” I taunt.
“Please, ah , more.” She cries
“You want more? You need more?”
“Yes, fuck.”
I can’t help the way my hips piston against her as we both are close to our releases. She’s squeezing both my finger and my dick while screaming my name, pleading, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Give it to me right now, killer.” I grind out, filling her completely while my finger rubs her inner walls while the palm of my hand rubs against her clit.
Even though she whimpers and continues to cry about how she can’t. I can only imagine the pretty tears running down her cheeks, making her even more of a mess than she already was. Such a pretty mess for me.
“You’re mine.” I come with a roar as she clamps down on me so hard I’m unable to move as she comes. She's screaming so loud that my ears are ringing with the sound of her pleasure and I'm consumed by mine. I shoot ropes of cum into her ass while my hand is flooded with her orgasm coating us both.
Max sags over the seat and I can tell she really has had enough. Not that it would stop me, but I want to take her home so the next time I make her scream it’s not where these other two assholes could be around listening.
Or maybe I do. I don’t fucking know, because the way my cock is still buried in her ass has me unable to think clearly. I pull out slowly, tucking myself back in my pants before hauling her into my arms. She goes easily, and I know that’s how exhausted she is. She would put up a fight if she had any left inside her.
I wrap my leather jacket around her so I can speed back home with her and not worry about her being a solid block of ice by the time we get there. I help her straddle the bike in front of me, and she whimpers. I don't trust her muscles to not give out while trying to hold onto me, so I keep her plastered against my front as I navigate us out of the forest and back to her house. I don't catch a glimpse of Drew or Adam on the way, and I hope that they decided to go their own way. Maybe forget about her.
Yeah, right.
When we get to her house, I carry her inside and immediately take her into the bathroom. I start the shower so she can get warm. I may be a monster, but I don’t want her getting frostbite.
I strip off my jacket and what remains of her clothes while she sits on her bathroom sink. In the light, I’m able to see how marked up her body really is. The way mine reacts should probably have me committed. Her red hair is so caked with mud that her red locks are now brown, and the mud is smeared everywhere. Scratches and scrapes are raised and bleeding all over her chest and stomach. There are red splotches and bite marks marring her tits from where Drew feasted on her perky little nipples.
It makes me even more feral for her and I want to take her again right here. But she looks like she's ready to pass out any second with how her head is bowed. I know that I need to wait, even if it kills me.
Once the water is warm enough, I frame her face with my hands, and force her to look up at me. Her eyes are bloodshot, eyelids hooded as she seems to look past me and not at me.
“If I get you in the shower can you stand by yourself?” I ask, rubbing my thumbs across her cheeks, taking in the beautiful mess in front of me. And fuck is she beautiful. I’ve known it since the first time I saw her. She’s the source of my obsession, this woman who has me so fucked in the head, someone so fucking perfect that it has me doing things I’d never do for anyone.
Like the temptation to kiss her, which is back right now. She nods weakly and I don’t believe her, but she hops down from the counter in front of me and wobbles for a moment before I steady her.
She doesn’t protest when I help her get into the shower. Once the hot water hits her skin it seems to help rejuvenate her a bit.
“Are you going to fall?” I ask, preparing to catch her.
“No,” she replies weakly.
I still think about shedding my clothes and joining her, but decide against it, leaving her to shower while I get clothes for her.
Once I step into her room, I’m not expecting the two figures to be standing there, waiting. I throw my head back with an annoyed groan. I knew I wouldn’t get rid of them that easily.