Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

He smiled smugly.

“I didn’t think so.”

My dress came off so fast I felt like Wonder Woman. I lay there in my bra and panties and watched Cain remove his clothing. He was methodical, almost military in his precision, doing his best not to look at me. He reached for his pants and I saw his hand shake.

Now it was my turn to be smug.

He wasn’t nearly as calm as he let on.

His pants came off and he set them aside. He pulled his socks off and left. I heard him washing his hands and blushed. I knew from last time that he wanted his fingers to be clean when he touched my pussy. He was back quickly, standing the bed, his eyes glued to me.

Once he finally looked at me, it was as if he could not get enough. He drank me in, his eyes roaming over my body. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze on my sensitive skin. His breath was raspy as he groaned, reaching out to trace a fingertip over my skin.

“Jesus, Kelly.”

He climbed on to the bed and the whole thing tilted, he was so big. I had a moment of fear as he braced himself above me. He was so much larger than me, so huge. I knew his cock was monstrous, just from feeling it through his clothes on different occasions. I wanted him to take his shorts off so I could see it but I was afraid to ask.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to start. I felt his hand gently cup my cheek.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes, staring up at the big, beautiful man who was about to literally tear me apart. I wanted it badly, but I was nervous as hell. His blue eyes were grave, even while they smoldered.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was husky and raw. “I will never hurt you.”

And just like that, all of my fears disappeared.

Chapter Ten

Cain

She’s too beautiful.

I couldn’t stop staring at Kelly. I felt like a wild animal, staring at something it didn’t understand, like a cathedral or a piece of art. I wanted to tear into her and eat her up. Ravage her. At the same time, I felt like a caveman with a club, ready to destroy the animal inside me and keep her safe.

I’d seen violence, hatred, bloodshed. A lot of it didn’t make sense to me. Hurting someone because they didn’t believe in the same God? That was crazy to me. But this . . . this was a battle that made perfect sense.

Go easy, Cain. She’s never done this before. And she’s so . . . tiny. Perfect. Pure.

Lust was exploding in my veins. Every cell of my being hungered for her. I was almost afraid to touch her. But I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands over her, tugging the cups of her pretty lace bra down and pulling her nipple into my mouth.

Fucking A.

Kelly’s tits were perfect. Fucking flawless. Soft and round and buoyant. I couldn’t stop sucking on them, touching them, looking at them. But I wanted more. Needed more. I growled and reached for her panties, tugging them down her long, silky legs. Her pussy was pink and juicy, glistening with her excitement as I stared at it. Her fingers were in my hair as I slid one finger along her bare pussy lips. I moaned and leaned up to kiss her sweet mouth before I got down to business.

I’d never seen such a pretty pussy in my life. Not even airbrushed in a nudie mag when teenagers actually looked at them. Not even in the porn that always seemed to be playing in the barracks.

Two smooth and pouty pink lips, a small thatch of neatly trimmed hair, and a little hood that hid a treasure from me. Her clit was begging me to play with it. I moaned when I realized she was already soaking wet. Already ready for me.

I knew getting my cock inside her dainty little pussy would be a tight squeeze. This was no time to rush. I had to prepare her. I couldn’t bear the thought of causing her pain. I would wait just a little while longer, make sure she was really good and ready.

I didn’t have a choice.

My mind was racing, wanting to be everywhere at once. Touch every inch of her. Lick every inch of her. Rush to the grand finale and delay it as long as possible, all at the same time.

I slid my tongue up the line between her lips, tasting her dewy sweetness. She tasted so good. Her pussy was clean and ripe and perfect, just like her.

“So good . . .” I murmured against her puffy lips, French kissing them long and slow and deep. “So sweet . . .”