HARDCORE: Storm MC(111)

“Your president wants you here, and he wants me taking care of you. If you've got better shit to do than follow a direct order from your fucking club president, let's hear it.”



“Oh, you've got an answer for everything, huh?” he sneered. “Must be nice.”



“Hey, I've tried to make you as comfortable as possible, pal. I've ignored a lot of your insults, and I've done everything I can to keep you feeling like someone who's still in control of his life instead of a goddamn invalid.”



Cain bared his teeth. “Oh, you want to help me feel like I'm in control now? That's why you're here?”



“Yeah, it fucking is!”



Cain pulled the blanket aside, revealing his naked body. Missy found her eyes drawn to his cock before she could stop herself. It was quite sizeable, and it was beginning to stiffen. “Well if you're so big on making me feel in control, then come over here and suck me off, okay? Otherwise, get the fuck out.”



Missy heard the mocking in Cain's voice and knew that he was mostly trying to drive her away, but she could also see his obvious desire as his dick continued to harden. Part of her wanted to stomp out, slam the door, and head back to Hunter to tell him he could stick this assignment up his ass.



But there was another part of her that felt Cain's magnetism calling her to. His eyes were blazing with lust and fury, and she knew that even though his invitation was presented as a petulant dare, there was a burning sincerity behind it as well. It was different from the well-meaning earnestness of her previous boyfriends. It was something deeper, more primal and undeniable. Something that tore through her insides mercilessly like wildfire.



He wanted her. She knew that, just like she was certain he could feel her desire for him too.



Missy put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows in a challenge. “That's what you want from me, huh?”



Cain's eyes remained locked on hers defiantly. “Yes. Now get over here and do it.”



Missy had never been commanded like this before. It brought a flush to her cheeks, and her insides felt like someone had released a flock of birds in them. She suddenly realized that she was extremely wet.



She stepped forward and slowly lowered herself until she was on her belly between his legs. His cock was inches from her face, and she could almost feel the warmth pulsing through it in waves. Now that she was free to stare at it, she found herself hypnotized by Cain's gaze instead, unable to break away from it. Over the past couple of days, she'd seen many emotions there—anger, resentment, frustration, bitterness, anguish.



But this was the first time since Cain's beating that she saw something else in his eyes: power.



It turned her on.



Missy was aware that her breath was caressing Cain's erection. She continued to hover over it for a few more seconds, wanting to tease him. But his smoldering eyes made it impossible for her to wait any longer and she moved her head forward, sliding her lips over the end of his cock. Her tongue traced patterns under the tip, and she sucked on it slowly and gently.



A rough moan escaped Cain's lips. He leaned forward and put his hand on the back of Missy's head, shoving it forward even more. Her lips parted wider as they enveloped Cain's cock, sliding down his shaft until his tip pressed against the back of her tongue.



Once again, Missy knew that Cain was trying to provoke her, to shove himself so deep into her throat that she'd gag and her eyes would water. But she'd never had much of a gag reflex, and besides, she refused to give him the satisfaction of displaying even momentary weakness. She allowed him to push deeper into her mouth, her lips pressing together to knead his shaft between them. She was breathing hard through her nose, her eyes staring up into his.



She'd given blowjobs before, but never like this. Never with a firm hand clamped on the nape of her neck, squeezing it roughly as it forced her mouth all the way down to the root. The air between them seemed like a humid haze of sex crackling with angry lightning.



“Deeper, you fucking bitch,” Cain hissed, breathing harder and thrusting into her willing mouth. “Don't stop. I want you to take every inch.”



Missy felt Cain throbbing against the back of her throat as she plunged her head down, over and over again.



“Oh, God...” Cain's voice cracked suddenly, a spasm shooting through his body. A second later, Missy felt his orgasm gush against her tongue, pumping itself down into her throat like a firehose. She swallowed once, twice, three times, taking every bit of it, refusing to demean herself by displaying a chin full of semen and spittle when she pulled away.



Once she was certain she'd taken everything he had to give, Missy pulled herself up to her knees and slid backward off the bed, still looking into Cain's eyes. He was still breathing hard, his chest hitching up and down as he looked at her with surprise. “You...just...I can't believe...you...”