Wild (Diamondback MC 2)

“Damn straight, woman. How much did you drink?” As if I can even think with the way he’s working my nipple, rolling it, pulling on it. All it’s doing is short circuiting my brain.

“Cain.” I lift my head, wanting his lips on mine.

“Asked you a question, Persephone. Not gonna take you if you’re not gonna remember this shit in the morning.” He nips at my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, teasing me even more.

“Not drunk at all. That was hours and hours ago. Nothing would ever make me forget feeling you inside me,” I moan against his lips. Cain deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine. While one hand is working my nipple, the other is gliding a path to just under my breast, not touching my wound, just holding me there. That is until I arch my ass into his cock. Feeling his cock right against me, I slide my leg on top of Cain’s, opening myself up, begging for more.

“Fuck, yeah, you’re dripping wet for me.” His lips leave mine. That tongue of his, wicked and so freaking delicious, skates a path down my neck. It’s like Cain is everywhere all at once. His fingers on my clit, on my nipples, and tongue on the column of my throat. I’m completely surrounded by him. No, I’m consumed by Cain, and it’s fucking bliss.

“Inside me. I want to feel your cock in me.” My hand holds on to his on my breast. Not having the complete use of my left arm sucks, but knowing I’m getting Cain is worth it.

“Know you do. Also want to let the need build up inside you because once I’m there, not sure I’ll be able to hold back until you get there, babe.” I hear what he’s saying, but I know well enough with the way he’s held back that it’s absolute bull.

“If you build me up any more, I’ll be coming the second you get inside me. Stop teasing me, please.” Cain nudges his cock until he’s right at my opening, but that doesn’t mean he pushes inside of me. Oh no, that would be too good to be true. Instead, he moves back and forth, gathering my moisture on him and then gliding it through the lips of my pussy.

“Yeah, that’s what I want. Then maybe I’ll make you come again, squeezing my cock so tightly we both see stars. Hmm.” This time, he pushes his cock inside me, but only the head.

“Damn it, Cain. Fuck me already!” I try with all my might to push back on his length, but the hand that was once at my center is now on my hip, holding me in place.

“Babe, you gotta let it build, and also, you thrash around like that, I’ll quit right now.” He pushes in all the way. My head sinks back as a groan leaves my throat.

“That’s so good.” My eyes close, sparks of light flaring behind them.

“Shit, I knew the second I felt your tight heat on my cock, I’d become addicted to it.” I’m not sure if Cain meant to admit that or if it was said in the heat of the moment, but one thing is for certain—I like that he has no problem telling me everything while he is.

“The feeling’s mutual, honey.” I open my eyes, wishing like hell he were on top of me, so I could look into his eyes as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Give me your lips,” he demands. I do as he wants. It’s wetter, deeper, greedier than ever before, our bodies moving along each other, panting breaths, intermingled moans the only sounds in the room. The headiness gets to me faster than ever as I orgasm, my center clenching so tightly around his length I’m shocked Cain doesn’t stop moving his hips. He powers through my orgasm, never stopping. Not even to achieve his own.

“Jesus, Cain.” It’s a prayer, one that never wants this to end, the feeling of his thickness tunneling in and out of me. The sensations are overwhelming. One orgasm ends, and another one is right on its heels. I swear to God I’ve never felt this amazing in my life.

“Get there again, babe. If not, it’s only one time for you, and I’m not gonna be happy,” Cain grunts out.

“I am. Don’t stop… moving.” I tip my ass up, wanting to feel him deeper, and that’s when I feel my body spiral out of control.

“Never gonna stop when it comes to you, Persephone. Fuckin’ never. You better tell me where I’m coming, inside of you or pullin’ out?”

“Inside me. I’m on the pill.” Cain knows this. We’ve talked about this before, so why he’s bringing it up now, I’m not sure.

“Damn straight. Gonna mark you in every way possible, babe.” I feel his warmth deep inside me. My body locks tight, not wanting to lose him inside of me.