Cash
Uncertainty worms its way through my body when I see the smear of blood at the apex of her thighs. How is she a fucking virgin? Did she lie about her age too? She might be a great actress, but she can’t fake that.
I entertain the thought of untying her and figuring out another way to get her to talk, but when I look into her face and see excitement twinkle in her eyes, my dick roars back to life. Virgin or not, she is enjoying this, maybe a little too much.
“Next time you want to get tied up and fucked, you can just tell us. You don’t have to play these games,” I tell her while getting on my knees between her legs. My brother’s cum is dripping out of her as I slide my arms under her thighs and lift her up a few inches. I drape her legs over mine, and she gasps at the movement.
I line myself up with her dripping pussy. I’ve shared women in bed with Kane before, but it’s never been such a fucking turn on before.
With one deep thrust, I enter her and bury myself inside until my balls touch her ass. Her moans, and my grunts tangle up and echo off the wall. The sweet sound is fueling my lust like oil to a flame.
Holding onto her hips, I thrust up and pull her back at the same time, driving my cock so deep I can feel the back of her channel. Payton’s head is tipped back, and a strangled cry falls from her lips, and my useless conscience almost makes me stop.
I thought I hurt her, but when I feel her pussy grabbing onto my cock, and her thighs quiver around my hold, I know she is about to come again.
Against every fiber in my body, I pull out of her. I miss the warmth and tightness of her, but I still need to get her to talk.
She looks up at me, confused. With her hair messy, her cheeks red, and her eyes hooded, she looks like a fucking sex goddess, and again, I have to remind myself what we are here for.
“You are enjoying this too much. It’s time to kick this up a notch.”
Her confusion turns back to fear as I tighten my grip on her hips and flip her over, so she lies on her stomach. Her arms are twisted above her head, the cuffs digging into her delicate skin.
“What are…” is the only thing I catch her murmur into the pillow.
Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I zone in on the puckered hole. Gathering some saliva in my mouth, I spit on it. My dick is already lubed up pretty well, but I’m not small, so I might as well make certain I don’t rip her.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass. You better stay relaxed if you want it to hurt less.”
“What? No! Not there!” She objects and starts to flail like a fish out of water.
Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I pin her down and hold her still. With my free hand, I guide my cock to her ass. I don’t particularly want to hurt her, but I need to get the information out of her somehow, and this is the best way I can think of, and the most fun as well, for me, at least.
The tip of my dick slides into her tight hole, and I nearly come undone. The ring of muscle grabs onto me so tightly it almost hurts.
“Wait! I will tell you!” Payton screams into the pillow. “I’ll tell you, just stop!”
Disappointment and relief hit me at once. I pull away and loosen the hold I have on her.
“Talk,” I order gruffly, just as Kane walks back into the room.
“I changed my name when I turned eighteen because of my mother. I didn’t want her to find me. That’s all. I swear, no one sent me!”
“Why didn’t you call the cops when you were in trouble? Why call us?”
“I don’t trust the cops. My mom robbed a convenience store when I was sixteen and made me drive the car. I didn’t know, but when we got caught, the police didn’t believe me, neither did the judge. That’s why I didn’t call the cops. I was scared they wouldn’t believe me and lock me up.”
“Prove it,” I grit out. I want to believe her, but I have to be sure.
“You can Google it… Mother and daughter arrested after robbing Corner Market on Marley Street. It was four years ago. It was in the paper. There is a mugshot of me.”
I glance over to Kane, who is already grabbing his phone and typing something. A moment later, he looks over and nods. “It checks out.” He turns the phone and holds it up to where I can see it. Payton’s younger, tear-stained face lights up the screen, and I have the urge to hunt the cops down who made her cry.
Flipping Payton back over, I take in her face. She still looks sexy as hell, but there is more now, almost as if she is ashamed of what happened, and I can’t pinpoint what it is about—her past or what is happening now.
“Kane, grab the cuff keys so we can untie her—”
“No! Wait… I want you to finish,” Payton announces, biting her bottom lip innocently.