He pushed her gently to her knees, leaning weakly
against the wall of the stall as he watched her with a savage, hard expression.
“I swear to God I won’t hurt you, but I can’t take anymore, Marly. Suck it now, baby. Suck me until I come in your mouth.”
Fear, excitement, hot pulsing lust mixed and merged inside Marly as the thick erection was pushed against her lips. Cade was moaning, his gray eyes nearly black now as he watched her mouth open for him.
“Yes. Yes,” he hissed. “Open your mouth, Marly.”
The head of his cock slid slowly in. One large hand wrapped around the base of it, and the other half sank deep into her mouth, nearly touching her tonsils as she fought to take him.
“Suck it,” he ordered her harshly, pulling back, only to slide past her lips once again. “Now Marly.”
Her lips tightened on him, one hand moving to cover the base of his cock with her own hands, gripping him tightly as her mouth covered the remaining flesh begging for attention. It stretched her lips, made them feel bruised as he thrust against her, but the feel of him in her mouth, his deep groans echoing in the barn spurred her on.
Hollowing her cheeks, slurping on his flesh, her lips caressing, her tongue stroking him, she began a rapid bob of her head. His free hand clenched in her hair, making her move her head faster as his hips fucked his flesh in and out of her mouth, over and over again.
Marly loved the feel of his flesh, so hard and hot, filling her mouth, stretching her lips. She stared into his face, watching the flush that mounted his cheeks, the way his eyes darkened, filled with lust.
“Suck it hard,” he bit out fiercely. “Suck it hard, Marly. I’m going to come, baby.”
Two hard thrusts later she felt the thick jets of his semen pulse into her mouth, sliding down her throat as he buried his cock deep. His body jerked in time to the hot pulse of his release, his gasps harsh and agonizing as she kept sucking, drawing every drop of his release from his tight, hot sac.
Suddenly, just as quickly as he had thrust his cock in her mouth, he jerked it free. He stared down at her, his eyes dark, almost frightening, his flesh still hard as he breathed roughly.
“Is this what you want, Marly?” He groaned as though in pain. “Is this really what you want? Because I swear to God, I don’t know if I can handle it.”
He stuffed his still hard cock back into his pants, buttoning them swiftly as she stared up at him. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the salty residue of his orgasm there. Cade stilled at the movement.
“Your lips are stained with my come,” his voice was tormented. “You look like a whore, Marly. My whore.”
He turned his back on her, stalking from the barn as Marly felt her face pale. She lowered her head, fighting the tears that began to fall from her eyes, the sense of shame that filled her body. Slowly, she pulled herself up from the hay-scattered floor, fixing her dress, her panties, and walked painfully back to the house.
Cade stood in the doorway of his study as she walked in, a bottle of liquor in his hand as he watched her. She met his gaze, though it took every measure of strength she could pull into her to do it.
“I’ll leave tonight,” she whispered, then moved past him.
Before she could stop him, he had jerked her against him, staring down at her in fury.
“No you won’t,” he bit out. “You promised me the full Spring Vacation Marly. Two whole fucking weeks, and I’ll be damned if you’ll cheat me out of them.”
Her eyes widened as he jerked her into the study, slamming the door behind them.
“No!” Marly jerked away from him, fury filling her at the treatment he had given her. She faced him, fury surging through her, drying the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
“Come here, Marly.” She could see the intent in his eyes, the bulge beneath his jeans.
“So I can whore for you again?” She nearly strangled on the words. “You bastard. You’re too cowardly to admit you want me as much as I want you, instead, you want to hurt me with it. Teach me a lesson.”
He ran his fingers through his hair in a gesture of intense frustration as he grimaced heavily.
“Marly, please. I’m not trying to hurt you,” he whispered, shaking his head. “You’re killing me, and you refuse to see it. For God’s sake, please stop. Before I hurt both of us.”
“I can’t be a child again,” she screamed out at him, the tears finally falling. “That’s what you want, Cade. Admit it.”
“Hell yes. God. Damn, yes it is.” The bottle went flying, crashing into the wall, the heavy scent of liquor washing through the room. “I fucking raised you Marly. I didn’t raise you to fuck you.”
Marly shook her head, sobs shaking her body now.