Page 39 of His Hostage

I’m fucking up again. I’m going against what is smart or right, but his cock is all I can think about.

His hard cock forcing open my lips… it hasn’t happened yet. We haven’t actually fucked. I know it’s wrong of me, but I want to feel him. All of him.

I want him to set me free, and I’m not just talking about letting me out of this place.

He pulls away from me, breathing deep and strong. His chest rises and falls, until he’s back against the wall, staring at me with those brooding eyes.

He unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls the leather through the loops of his denim. He unzips his pan

ts and steps out of them, throwing them to the other end of my cell. Lastly, his shirt comes off.

He’s fully naked, standing with a huge erection.

He displays his glory and lowers to the floor. He spreads his legs and strokes his cock. He shows me all of him.

“Is this what you were looking for?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper, taking off my clothes. “Close your eyes and touch yourself some more.”

“My eyes are shut,” he says.

His shaft falls firm against his stomach, and I instantly feel myself grow wetter by the second. All of the blood in my body rushes between my knees, and I’m hot and ready for him.

I put on the lingerie and stand up, laying my chains across the floor.

“Keep them closed,” I say, standing over him. “No peeking.”

I place my palm against his chest and trace my fingers across his abs. It’s not just his cock that’s hard as a rock. It’s his whole body.

I sit on his lap, slowly resting my ass over his thickening shaft. I grab it and let my saliva run down across the glistening crown.

He moans, “Oh, baby,” and I can feel his pulse quicken.

I want him to remember this night forever.

I position his cock against my lips, and he moans even louder. He’s much bigger than what my body expects. I’m half afraid of feeling him push against my walls. The other half desires the pain.

If he’s half as good at fucking as he is at eating pussy, I’ll be in heaven when this is all over.

Finally, I sit down slowly and push his shaft inside me. It gets caught for a second, but I run my wetness over him, and he fits in smoothly.

He roars, eyes still closed. We’re both feeling each other for the first time now, and it’s more than we both imagined.

I push my hips up and curve my back, kissing him. His stubble brushes against my cheek, and his tongue slides across mine, staying fixed for a second, before pulling back out.

His cock slides in deep as we feel the urgency to be connected to each other. I’m the prisoner, and he’s the guard, but we’re both in this together.

We both know what we want most: pleasure.

Desire, obsession, satisfaction.

It doesn’t matter how wrong we are. None of that matters. We’ll deal with the consequences later. Right now, I want to feel crazy. I want to feel wild and free, and young again. Fuck Ron and my old life. I want to be a bad girl.

I thrust my hips forward and feel as his bone cruise in deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out inside me. I feel him shiver and drive back.

The pressure builds inside, a vibrating ecstasy.

I don’t warn him. I gyrate my hips until the hairs on my skin rise. I feel him thrust upward, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

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