Page 45 of Drowning
I take out my cock and position her over it, lining it up perfectly with her needy little cunt. And then I drive into her with a brutal, deep thrust that has her scratching her nails deeply into my back.
"Tell me why you need me to fuck this pretty little cunt, huh?" I lick the shell of her ear as she bounces up and down, making the water splash roughly around us.
"I just fucking need you, Daddy," she whimpers, craning her neck back as I begin surging my hips forward rapidly, plunging over and over into her cunt.
I can feel her squeezing my cock with a vice grip, desperation in every move she makes. So when she goes to kiss me again, probably to stop all the talking, I kiss her back, exploring every inch of her mouth. Sliding my hand up her back, I tangle it in her wet hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it roughly. She cries out, but the sound slips into my mouth since she refuses to stop kissing.
I relentlessly pound into her, feeling her walls tighten around me as she screams out in ecstasy. Our bodies move in perfect tandem, sharing the same urgency and hunger, seeking release and fulfillment. The pressure builds inside of us, ready to explode. Gasping for air, Emerson breathes out a long, needy moan, looking up at me with her eyes glazed over with a raw, primal need.
"Drown me, Kane," she begs. "Hold me under the water and fuck me until I come."
A little shocked by her request, I raise a brow and smirk, pushing her off of my cock and spinning her around so her back is against my chest. Standing on the bottom of the ocean, the water up to my midriff, I spread Emerson's ass and guide my dick back to her pussy, sliding back in with a full-body thrust. She gasps, leaning forward as I hold her hips and fuck her wildly, holding nothing back.
"You sure this is what you want, Little One?" One more time, I ask her, just to be sure before I push her under the water and hold her there.
"Yes, it's what I fucking want. Now fucking drown me, Daddy."
As soon as the words leave her lips, I push her head underwater, holding firmly at the back of her neck. I slam into her, fucking her needy cunt with deep, vicious strokes. I can feel my orgasm building in my core, and I know Emerson is even closer. As her pussy clenches around me, I drill in deeper and harder, bottoming out inside of her. One final slam, and she's rapidly squeezing my cock, soaking it with her cum as I bust, jetting white ropes deep into her cunt. We come together, trembling from the same frantic sensations, even as she's held under water for longer than usual.
She doesn't fight me for air, which begins to worry me. So as soon as I finish filling her up with my cum, I fist her hair and yank her out of the water, into my arms.
"I needed that, Kane," she whispers against my lips, her voice heavy with desire and shaking with fear.
I press my forehead to hers, feeling her heart thundering in sync with mine. "I know, Little One. I know." I hold her close, cherishing the way she feels in my arms. "Let's get dried off, because, like it or not, you're going to tell me what's bothering you."
She rolls her eyes, but a small smile finally plays on her purple lips, but it doesn't stay for long. Keeping her hand in mine, I lead her out of the water and onto the sand, the sun's burning rays beating down on us.
I can tell she's struggling as we walk toward the house, trying to find the right words to say. I can't tell if she's ashamed, upset, or scared, and that fucking worries the fuck out of me.
"Come on, baby, tell me, please." I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles, grateful when she doesn't pull it away.
"Things with Damon areescalating; he's getting worse," she finally admits in a pain-filled voice.
My veins bubble with rage as murder and violence course through them.
"He's filming me, and he's leaving the videos for me to watch."
"That's gonna stop real fucking quick. I'm done playing this motherfucker's game." I promise myself that I'm going to end it, no matter what it fucking takes.
"Kane, it's not that simple. He wants me, and he's not going to fucking stop until I come back." She begins to sniffle, visibly shaking and terrified to her core.
I spin her around to face me, my hands holding onto her shoulders. "What the fuck did he do that has you so fucking spooked?"
She pauses, trying to catch her breath and steady her racing heart before responding. "He filmed me and Seven on the beach last night... together, and he fucking lost it. He filmed the whole thing, then sent it to me, along with a message from him."
"You're not fucking going back," I snap, feeling adrenaline coursing through my veins.
She pulls away from me, clearly upset and torn about what she should do. I chase after her, refusing to give up on something so important.
"Emerson, did you fucking hear me. You're never fucking going back to that bitch."
"I have to, Kane! I don't have a fucking choice!" she screams at me, the tears streaming down her puffy cheeks, making them even puffier.
"You always have a cho–"
"No, not this time, I don't. If I don't go back to Damon, he's going to kill... he's going to kill everyone I love." She chokes on her words as if they're poison and her body is trying to fight them out.
"Who do you think shot up the club and put five of the guys in the hospital? It was Damon, he sent me a video of him doing it. He told me if I didn't come back to him, then he'd start killing y'all and film it... then he'd make me watch the video."