Cruel

Chapter 13

Caleb

I've been home for several minutes, no one noticing I've entered the house. I overhear Sutton and Ben talking in the kitchen, sounds of giggling and laughter coming from both of them. I don't like it. I know Ben and he knows me. Sutton's beautiful, perfect. Any man would be out of his mind not to notice her and not be attracted. Ben notices her, he's attracted to her. I don't like it. It sounds like Sutton might like him too. I don't like that even more.

They don't know it but I've quietly made my way to the kitchen. I stand only inches from the entrance watching them silently in observation.

Seeing the way Ben stares at her, his eyes lustfully admiring Sutton from feet away has made me mad. I march up to Sutton grabbing her by the sides of her curvy waist with force, pulling her to her feet. Shocked and stunned, she questions me, "Caleb that hurt," she whimpers, "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Seriously Caleb, what the hell?" Ben defensively jumps in, not getting up from his seat.

"Shut the f**k up Ben!," I snap, not turning around to meet his gaze. Instead, I keep my eyes locked in on Suttons, my lips straight, my stare cruel and piercing, letting her know how angry I truly am.

Ben knows better to defy me when my temper is at his worst, so he remains quiet after his short outburst.

"I'm going to f**k you now Sutton, you belong to me, not Ben, you need to remember this and Ben needs to learn that." I growl, flipping her around so she faces the counter.

I listen to Ben in the background grunting, breathing out a loud sigh, getting up from the stool and exiting the kitchen. He could have stayed to watch what was going to happen because right now I don't care, he might have actually learned a little extra from the lesson I'm about to teach both of them.

"You're my dirty little w***e Sutton, no one else's. I f*****g own you." I aggressively warn into her ear with a deep tone. Taking both my arms to the front of her body, I clench her throat tightly under the tips of my fingers, bringing her head further back towards me, my other hand sneaking up under her dress to find her moist cunt.

I don't know if I should be happy she's so wet or angry because I don't know if it is me or if it is Ben that has her so aroused.

"Caleb, you've lost your f*****g mind!" She cries out with her temper beginning to rise.

I rub her swelling lips that sit between her thighs vigorously, the wetness drowning my digits, the sensations causing her to moan and fall back more into my possession making her forget how much I've aggravated her.

"Are you going to tell me you don't want me to f**k your sweet p***y right now?" I challenge Sutton letting my thumb play with her c**t, entering her core with two fingers.

Her gripping walls respond with her answer, squeezing my digits as I begin to thrust, desperate panting breaths releasing from her lovely lips. "That's what I thought," I gloat with a devilish grin as she lets me continue without resilience.

I'm jealous of her and Ben, their interaction driving me to the edge, fueling my need to claim ownership over her entire body.

"That's it baby, show me how much your p***y needs me, how much it wants me." Nothing she can say will hold any value if she tries to deny she likes the way I'm dominatingly taking her. Her silenced words, her wailing moans, her convulsing body speaks the truth for her. She loves my c**k just as much as I love her p***y, neither one of us holding the power to say no.

I start to thrust faster and harder, my c**k twitching, she is easily getting me excited to f**k her with my throbbing muscle.

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't understand you." Sutton says with her breath growing more ragged, her hips swaying in rhythm with the same precision as my motioning fingers.

I don't understand myself. I've never let someone get under my skin the way she does. I'm out of control and I don't know how to stop myself.

She's so warm inside, so inviting, she takes me in like her body knows it belongs to me. Everything about her turns me into a possessive s*x crazed lunatic.

My fingers go violent, digging back and forth as Sutton writhes and mewls in a pleasurable agony. "You don't get to come yet," I torture her, decreasing my speed, working my thumb a little more over her c**t.

"Please Caleb, I was so close. You're being so mean," She rocks her p***y into my hand, assuring me how much she's still mine.

"It's okay baby, I'll let you come soon." I stop moving in her, taking back my hands so I can undo my pants. Frantically, I unhinge the button and zipper, letting them fall down to my feet until I can kick my way out, freeing my stiff erection.

I dive into her p***y, guiding my c**k into its longing destination, the feel of her moist walls a small reprieve. "You have no idea how much I've needed you." I bite down on her shoulder, holding down at her hips, her body jumping and shaking.

In and out, I begin to move, her insides tugging at my skin, my endorphins rising. She feels so good, already tempting my release in seconds, but I fight back containing my orgasm. I never want this to end, the sensations she makes me feel when I'm thrusting in and out is like a roller coaster I never want to stop. The rushing thrill, the natural high, I'm spiraling in a joyous wonderland.

I continue with my onward movements, thrashing and pulling back, letting her push back into me in her own battle to find euphoria. She's amazing, kind but tough, she holds no flaws. I don't know how I will ever be able to let her go, but I have to. That's when I can no longer refrain from letting my climax erupt with the realization that all good things must come to an end.

Jamming my c**k into her, I pushed in a sharp thrust. I don't want to stop pounding into her sweetness but my c*m is prying its way out reaching to my tip. Grunting and growling, I pushed again a little bit slower, a little bit harder. I don't stop until spurt after spurt fully releases into her depths while I gasp to find my air, the air that she's taught me how to breathe again.

Once I completely dry out, my head drops to her back, my lips pressing against her soft flesh with a gentle kiss along her spine, sweat beading down my forehead while I remove myself from her.

Sutton turns around, slapping me across my face, the sting burning against my cheek. "I hate you," she spits out, and then runs upstairs.

I probably deserved that.