Page 57 of Caged
Pulling back, her hands grip onto my thighs, and her wild eyes meet mine.
Grabbing both sides of her face, I slide out of her mouth just slightly, but not completely.
“Don’t you look like the perfect little whore down on your knees, mouth full of my cock and cum dripping down your chin. So fucking gorgeous.”
She goes to move back but I hold her in position.
“I don’t remember saying I was done fucking your face, baby.”
I know she’s meant to be mine when she gets herself off just by sucking your cock.
This could be a problem.
TWENTY-ONE
MILA
As he grabs my jaw, I’m almost speechless.
I just came sucking his dick. The way he took over and feeling him tense under my fingers.
And damn, the way he spoke to me.
I never let men take control of me.
Yet, here I am, on my knees, almost begging for more.
Maybe I was made to be broken, but only in the bedroom and by the most powerful man I’ve come up against.
He guides me to my unsteady feet. Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine.
The sound of my moan is drowned out by the intensity of our kiss. Enough for him to pull back, leaving me breathless. A darkness flashes across his eyes. I knew it would be there. Which is just what I need.
He runs his hands through my hair, forcing my head back to expose my neck to him.
As his teeth sink into my throat, I cry out.
“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in a low tone in my ear that makes my pussy throb.
I shake my head, and he yanks on my wet locks, sending a beautiful pain through my scalp.
“I don’t want to be. I want you to hear how much I need you.”
That’s how I fuck. Loud and wild. I refuse to contain that part of me, no matter how dark and twisted it may be. It’s who I am. If I’m not screaming, it’s not good sex and I won’t be told otherwise.
Although, him whispering to me is having an unusual effect on me.
“That isn’t how this works. You make a sound, this stops, moya vedmochka.”
I wonder why he thinks I’m a witch? Does he feel this too? I’m pretty sure he put me under a spell as much as I have him.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he says with a smirk, his hand sliding between my thighs and he runs a finger along my needy pussy. I’m hanging on for dear life to the last shred of my heart before he truly steals it.
“I’m not a good girl, Nikolai.”
He bites down on his lip, and his stare hits my soul. Fuck, this man is everything.
“There’s a difference between being a good girl, and my good girl. You’ll soon learn that.”