Releasing his cock with a wet pop of her lips, Faith nuzzled her nose along his length until her lips reached the heavy twin sacs hanging below his jutting erection. Smiling at the raw, animal sound he made as she stroked the sensitive flesh with her tongue, she moaned when his hand tugged her hair again. She loved it when he began to lose control and his touch became desperate. Deciding to push him a little harder, she slid one hand under the firm globes of his ass and squeezed. “You like this?” she murmured, sucking lightly at one of his firm balls as her fingers wandered into forbidden territory, circling his puckered entrance.
“God, Faith! You know I love it,” he groaned, lifting his ass as her finger gently nudged his anus. She’d learned the lessons he’d taught her about their bodies well, and he gave silent thanks that she was such an apt pupil. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he groaned deeply as she slid the tip of her finger inside him. “This is all part of your plan to punish me, isn’t it?”
“You like my form of discipline,” she reminded him before mouthing his balls and curling her finger within him. “Especially since you’re the one that taught it to me.”
“FUCK!” he bit out roughly, every muscle in his body constricting as she found that sensitive patch of nerves inside him. His cock flexed and bounced against his abdomen as his back arched reflexively. “Christ, Faith,” he choked. “Suck my cock, baby! Suck in now!” Cain demanded harshly, pulling on her hair.
Lapping the pearly drop of pre-cum that had collected on the flared head of his dick, Faith sank her fingers a little deeper into Cain’s ass. “Is that an order?” she asked throatily, pursing her lips over the crown of his cock and pressing a gentle kiss there.
“It’s a fucking plea, angel,” Cain begged, stroking her smooth cheek with one finger as he stared down at her curled between his legs. “Have mercy,” he breathed, watching as her swollen lips parted and she engulfed his dick again. Lost in sensation, his hips bucked as she worked him over, sliding the hot haven of her mouth over his dick while fucking his ass with her fingers.
Clenching his jaw as his balls tingled ominously, he realized he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. “Faith, baby,” he moaned, tugging at the silky rope he’d wrapped around his fist. “Stop, angel. I’m gonna cum if you don’t ease back,” he warned, tamping down on his control as he willed his body to subside.
Lifting her head, she stared up at him with sultry eyes. “I thought that was the idea.”
Sitting up, Cain pulled his woman to her knees between his splayed thighs. “As good as your mouth feels wrapped around my cock, that’s not how I want you the first time, Sweetness. The first time I cum tonight, I want to feel your tight, wet pussy hugging my dick. I want to hear you screaming my name when I bury my load in your body.”
Faith’s pussy liquefied at his earthy description of what he desired. “God, yes,” she breathed a bare second before his hungry lips claimed hers. His tongue fucked her mouth as his hands cupped her ass, pulling her flush against his hard body. Passion exploded between them as he deepened their kiss, their tongues dueling as his hand teased the crack of her ass.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Cain drew in a shaky breath as he stared at her with eyes that blazed with intense need. “Get on your knees, Faith. I want you from behind. Keep that beautiful ass high in the air for me,” he ordered, gently pushing her down on the makeshift bed.
Bending at the waist, Faith rested her chin on her arms and sighted as he pressed a string of kisses against the nape of her neck. Moaning when she felt one of his hands curve around her breast, she wriggled against the curve of his pelvis, desperate for him to quell the rising desire within her.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? You love feeling how hard I am for you,” Cain whispered, dropping a lingering kiss against her rounded shoulder. Palming his cock, he nudged her slick cunt. “You feel what you do to me? Feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes!” Faith nodded against her arm, shivering with need as he slipped the hand fondling her nipple to the apex of her thighs. She cried out as he began erotic circles around her swollen clit. “Cain, don’t tease,” she gasped, rocking back against him as she tried to impale herself on his thick cock, the coolness of the room suddenly forgotten.
Rubbing his dick over the plump lips of her pussy, Cain smiled against her neck. “You love the way I tease you,” he reminded her as he bit the shell of her ear. “It makes you wet, Faith.” Coating his fingers with her cream, he brought his hand back to her lips. “Taste how ready you are, baby,” he urged darkly against her ear.
Sucking two of his fingers between her lips, she heard his quickly indrawn breath. It always turned him on to watch her taste herself on him.
“So sexy,” he purred, sinking the tip of his cock into the snug tunnel of her pussy and groaning when the passage greedily sucked on his flesh. “I love it when you don’t hesitate to show me how much you want me.”
“I always want you, Cain,” Faith moaned, as she squirmed beneath him again, urging him to thrust deeply inside her and fill the aching emptiness with his heat. “Fuck me,” she begged, trembling as his tongue painted an intricate design on her back.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he assured her deeply, moving to suck on the vulnerable hollow where her shoulder met her neck. “I’m going to give you all the cock you can handle,” he promised huskily as he clamped his hands around her narrow hips and surged smoothly inside her with one long thrust of his hips.
Faith moaned as Cain buried his length inside her. Panting against her arm as her body adjusted to his size, she fought the need to climax. Not yet, she thought, squeezing her eyes closed as his hand slid warmly down the curve of her back.
“Fight it, Faith,” she heard him croon softly. It was as though he’d read her mind. “Remember what I taught you. You control your body, sweetheart.”
Nodding, she lifted her head. “It feels so good,” she explained breathlessly as her pussy rippled around his thick length.
Grunting as her molten core tightened around his cock, Cain tightened one hand around her hip. “It’s gonna feel a whole lot better, baby,” he vowed, slowly withdrawing from the wet cocoon of her body before pushing his way slowly back inside her. “Slow and easy,” he murmured, rocking his hips as he gently fucked her sweet, clenching pussy. “Just let your body absorb my cock.”
Shuddering underneath him, she bit her lip and tried to listen to her lover’s deep voice. With every fluid slide of his cock, he was setting her aflame, incinerating her body with a pleasure so intense it almost hurt. “God, Cain,” she breathed as he slid inside her again, deeper than before.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “Just relax and feel me inside you.”
She could. She felt every ridge and curve of his cock sawing slowly back and forth inside her. Lifting her ass as he sank inside again, she heard his low groan of approval as he bottomed out, balls deep in her wet heat.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled as his cock flexed inside her, her pussy fisting him like a glove. “That’s my girl,” he encouraged as she lifted to meet his next thrust. “I love you so much, Faith,” he groaned, watching as her exquisite ass lifted to receive his glistening cock again.
“Cain, yes!” Faith panted as a bead of sweat rolled down her neck to land against her bouncing breasts. “I love you, too,” she moaned as his hips lunged again and he seated himself inside her. She could swear he was touching her womb. She felt stuffed to the brim with him, and yet she wanted more of everything he had to offer. “Please,” she begged desperately, turning to meet his glittering eyes over her shoulder. “I need…”
Leaning forward, he thrust his tongue past her parted lips, kissing her deeply. “I’ve got what you need, Faith,” he promised against her lips, thrusting hard. Catching her moan with his mouth, he fucked in and out of her, squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger as he moved.
Faith keened at the erotic torture, biting his lower lip
in retaliation. Smiling as his chuckle vibrated against her lips, she gasped as she felt the palm of his hand connect with her ass, the sharp slap startling her. “Cain!” she groaned as the sharp sting quickly abated and a blissful warmth replaced the burn.
“Like that?” he asked hoarsely, watching as her pale skin turned a rosy pink underneath his hand.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, writhing wantonly underneath him. “More,” she demanded as he swelled inside her. “I want more,” she begged, swaying her ass to tempt him.
Delivering two more sharp swats to her perfect ass, Cain’s jaw flexed as he felt his control slip. His woman was going wild beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock with every strike of his hand.
Faith bit her arm to keep from screaming in pleasure. The feel of his warm palm slapping her ass only made her hungrier… needier. “Yes!” she moaned when Cain quickened his thrusts behind her, covering her back like a stallion mounting a mare. “Don’t stop, Cain!” she begged as he hammered into her. Her pussy quickened as he found that spot buried deep inside her that made sharp spikes of pleasure radiate through her body. “Christ, right there,” she begged him, lifting her hips higher as she met his thrusts.
Growling as her pussy seemed to melt around his cock, Cain moved faster, surging deeper as he found her sweet spot. “Fuck, yeah!” he grunted, bracing one fist on the cooler floor as he pounded inside her. “Rub you clit, Faith,” he growled against her ear. “Get there, baby! I’m gonna be right behind you,” he panted as his chest heaved and he grimaced at the unbearable pleasure.
Slipping one hand to her wet folds, she rubbed tight circles around her clit as he groaned against her neck.
“So fucking tight, angel! Let me feel you cum around me,” he urged roughly as his balls slapped against her damp flesh. “Cum all over my cock, Faith!” he demanded urgently, grunting as he slammed deeply into her one last time.
Screaming as that magical wave of pleasure crested over her straining body and her pussy convulsed around his cock, Faith collapsed on her elbows, moaning as she heard Cain groan low in his throat.
“God, yes! FAITH,” Cain hissed as her walls imploded on him, bathing his dick in her fiery essence. Grunting deeply as the first surge of his cum erupted to bathe her walls, he gripped her hips fiercely. “SHIT, YESSSSS!” he hissed, burying his face against the cure of Faith’s neck and stiffening as spray after spray of his essence shot from his cock, filling her womb with his seed. “I love you,” he whispered over and over again as he sagged on top of her, dropping kisses against her sweaty neck while he carefully held his weight on his elbows so that he didn’t crush her.
Lifting her arm, she wrapped it around his neck when he would have pulled away. “Don’t go,” she whimpered, turning her head to gaze at him. Her body hummed with satisfaction, and for the first time in months, she felt completely at peace, connected to him in the most primal way that existed. “Don’t pull away.”
“Never,” Cain promised, gently kissing her upturned lips. “I don’t want to crush you, though.” Rolling to his side, he brought her against his chest, keeping his body joined with hers. “There,” he whispered, pulling the blanket they’d tossed aside earlier back over their rapidly cooling bodies. “Let’s keep you warm, sweetheart.”
“Mmmm, I am warm,” Faith replied with a contented sigh as she relaxed against him. “And happy. I’m so happy, Cain.”
“Good.” He smiled against her neck. “I plan on keeping you that way for the rest of our lives, love.”
With a dreamy smile on her face, Faith’s eyes drifted closed. Secure and safe in the arms of her rediscovered love, she couldn’t wait to begin the rest of her life with him.
Chapter Twenty-One
It would go down in history as the scream heard round Paradise County. The only things folks would really debate in the years to come would be whose scream had been louder.
Honor McKinnon or Cain Turner?
Honor had the boy beat in sheer volume, but Cain had longevity going for him. So, most of Paradise’s townsfolk had pretty well proclaimed it to be a draw.
When Sheriff Zeke Monroe arrived on the scene at the diner the next morning, he seriously questioned whether he had the ability to maintain law and order in the I Don’t Care Café. Given the fact that Honor McKinnon held a loaded shotgun in her tiny but entirely too capable hands (given the fact that he’d taught her to shoot), he genuinely doubted it.
Teaching her to handle a weapon had seemed like such a good idea when he’d done it five years ago, but now, with her face flushed and eyes blazing dangerously, he wasn’t quite sure what the hell he’d been thinking when he’d taught her how to aim a shotgun. The ominous sound of her racking the shell however, was enough to turn his blood in his veins to ice. One thing was certain. The youngest McKinnon had blood in her eye.
“Honor, honey,” Zeke said slowly, approaching the young woman cautiously from behind. “It’s not really legal to hold a gun on an innocent citizen of our fair town. It tends to make folks right nervous and cause me a ton of paperwork I don’t need.”
Aunt Orla’s answering cackle could be heard from the kitchen.
Barely glancing toward him, Honor sniffed delicately. “That may be true enough, but it isn’t illegal to shoot intruders that desecrate your property, is it, Sherriff Monroe?” Honor retorted, keeping her gun leveled on the center mass of her target.
Shifting his gaze from Honor’s stiffened body to the man cowering in the corner with his hands raised in front of him, Zeke’s jaw dropped. “Are you seriously standing here in the middle of Honor’s restaurant wearing nothing but an apron?” he shouted at the other man. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
Aunt Orla’s cackles grew closer as the elderly woman tottered into the dining room and leaned against the counter. “Count yourself blessed that he’s got that much on, son. Cain weren’t wearin’ nothing other than skin and a smile when Honor and I got here this mornin’.”
“Yeah, asshole, thanks for letting us out of there before anybody got here this morning!” Cain growled, glaring at the Sheriff. “That was real helpful of you, Zeke!”
“I overslept,” Zeke retorted. “Sue me.”
“Wait just a darn minute,” Honor growled, swinging the gun toward the other man. “You knew Cain and Faith were in my walk-in cooler? All night?”
“It was Abel’s idea,” Zeke said quickly, taking a hasty step back when Honor’s eyes narrowed on him.
“Ha!” Aunt Orla chuckled. “This just gets better. I suspect if Abel was involved, he had help, Honor,” Orla injected helpfully, her lined face creasing as she grinned at the glaring Sheriff. “Just tryin’ to help sort things out, lawman,” she added innocently.
“Who else?” Honor ground out, latching on like a tick to Orla’s thought process. When Zeke didn’t immediately answer her question, she pressed her lips together. “My finger’s getting’ real itchy here, boys,” she warned, shifting the barrel of the gun between the two men. “Somebody better start feelin’ real chatty pretty quick.”
“Patience and Harmony,” Cain yelped defensively, taking a quick step back into the corner as Honor focused on him again. Shooting a longing look toward the ladies room, he willed Faith to appear and explain everything to her trigger-happy sister. The woman had bolted for the bathroom as soon as Honor had opened the cooler door with only a blanket wrapped around her still naked body. He hadn’t been quite as fortunate. He’d barely managed to grab the apron that some waitress had left draped on the shelves of the food racks for cover. “I swear, Honor, it’s okay. Faith’s forgiven me. I’m sure she’ll tell you that once she comes out from the bathroom.”
“Oh, you better hope she’s forgiven you, Cain Turner. You better get down on your hands and knees and pray to your Lord and Savior that she’s agreed to take you back. Because I swear by everything that I hold dear, there’s gonna be either a wedding or a funeral. Since I’m a generous Christian woman, I’ll let you decide which one you w
ant,” she threatened, tightening her hold on her granddaddy’s shotgun as the bell over the café door tinkled.
“Uh oh,” Harmony mumbled as she walked into the open dining room of their family’s restaurant.
“Oh, shit,” Patience whispered, her eyes widening as she looked from Cain to Honor. “Please tell me she didn’t already shoot Faith by mistake.”
“Where the hell have you two been?” Zeke hissed out the side of his mouth, keeping one eye glued to where Honor stood clutching her gun.
“Honor turned my alarm off,” Harmony explained weakly, shooting Cain an apologetic smile over Honor’s shoulder. “I guess she felt bad that I worked late last night and had to come in early this morning.”
“I did,” Honor retorted. “Until I learned you were a party to this farce. Harmony, you’re supposed to be the responsible one!” she chastised her eldest sister.
“You’ve got Harm mixed up with you, sis. You’re the responsible one. Faith’s the compassionate one. And our Harmony here is the romantic – at least where everybody but herself is concerned,” Patience teased, jerking her head toward the oldest McKinnon sister.
“What’s that make you?” Harmony retorted irritably, raising her eyebrows at Patience.
“I’m the one that thought she’d waited late enough to avoid the family drama this morning,” Patience added truthfully, running a hand over the lavender streak in her hair. “Evidently, my timing sucks.”
“Do you think maybe we could lower that gun while you gals yap?” Cain asked hopefully, eyeing the end of Harmony’s gun like it was a bomb.
“NO,” Honor growled. “Faith!” she yelled loudly. “Your boyfriend’s on borrowed time out here!”
“And he’s COLD!” Cain shouted desperately, crossing his bare arms over the apron as Aunt Orla cackled again.
“Hurry up, gal,” Orla called. “If it shrivels and falls off, it won’t be no use to you anymore!” she yelled, her sage wisdom bouncing off the café’s walls.
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