Page 56 of Caged
When I bring my hand to the front of her neck, a deep, guttural groan escapes from within me, and I forcefully press her against the cool tiles.
“Fuck,” she mutters before I slam my lips over hers. Her legs open for me, allowing me to thrust in two fingers.
So damn tight. She’s going to strangle every drop of cum out of my dick. Magical.
Wrong. I’m supposed to be protecting her. Not fucking her.
But this vedmochka has me under her spell and I won’t complain.
As I deepen the kiss, taking control, her pulse races against my palm. Pulling back, releasing my grip slightly, she looks up at me, flushed and perfectly ready for me.
I trail my gaze up her body, wondering how hard I can push her. From what I’ve seen of her so far, the way she chats about pancakes, I don’t think she’s quite ready for everything I can offer her. That doesn’t mean I won’t try.
“On your knees,” I command.
She tilts her head, as if debating my tone. She swallows whatever she is about to say and bats her lashes.
She’s holding herself back. Trouble is, I want to dig deep and find out what she’s really hiding. And I will.
With a sway in her hips, she steps before me and I stroke the length of my cock as she obediently drops to her knees and slides her wet hair back out of her beautiful face.
With a delicate touch, I run my finger down her cheek, savoring the sensation as it glides across her lips, before firmly gripping her chin and tilting her head upward.
“Too much you tap my thigh. Okay?”
“I won’t need to. I’ll be too busy digging my nails into your ass, Niki. But fine.”
Before I can respond, she drags them up my thighs, making a moan escape me. She grabs tight and pure fire spreads through my body as she slowly licks the length of my shaft before circling the tip.
I seize her head with both my hands, her sharp fingers digging into my flesh, her eyes burning into mine as she takes me to the back of her throat.
I let her adjust to the size of me. The tears pooling in her eyes tell me she needs that, at least.
“Mmm, such a good girl for me.”
I stroke her cheek to wipe the stray tear away and thrust my hips, holding onto the back of her head so she gags.
“Such a beautiful noise, baby. You suck my cock so well.”
Her moans are muffled by my dick and I up the pace. Taking control and fucking every ounce of pleasure I can steal from her.
The harder I go, the sting of her nails in my skin only fuels me further.
I watch as her breasts bounce, and she takes every single bit I give her to the point her body starts to quiver.
Holy fuck.
Is she going to?
The flush, the shaking, the moans.
That is enough to tip me over the edge, so fucking violently.
“Come for me, gorgeous. I know you want to.”
Her eyes flutter closed and with a few final thrusts I tip my head back and let my orgasm rip through every part of me. I let my come hit the back of her throat, with her name on my tongue as I do. Her moans like music to my ears as she reaches her limit too.
Did she just suck the soul out of me?