Page 52 of His Hostage


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“No, you are not, ma’am,” Jeffco says, shaking his head. “My God. I would have never imagined. Not in my entire life.”

“Soon enough, you’ll be leading

your own gang,” Iago jokes.

“No thanks,” Caroline says, walking into the room Iago set aside for her.

Her ass rocks back and forth.

She’s a fucking firecracker, a force not to be reckoned with. “I’m just trying to set things straight,” she says.

“Woo!” Jeffco hollers with a giant grin on his face. “That woman is something else.”

I head on after her. “Yes, she is.”

They look at me in disbelief when I walk into her room and close the door. If Jeffco had no idea I was fucking her, he does now.

She’s waiting for me on the bed, legs spread. Her eyes say it all.

Her dress is on the floor. She’s wearing that same pair of lingerie from the other night. She wants me.

I have to admit, it’s practically all I’ve been thinking about.

“You’re a free woman,” I mutter.

“It feels good,” she says. “But I like being trapped by you.”

I walk toward the bed and take off all my clothes. Leaning over, I taste her lips.

She feels how hard I am, hand circling around my shaft. Her grip turns firm and steady, and she pumps.

I moan, and she bites down on my lip, pulling back. This sends me into a sexual frenzy. Everything feels better when she touches me like this.

She’s the only thing that can get me to forget about my pain.

I touch between her legs. No surprise, she’s slick. I rub her lips open, circling up her clit with my wet fingers. She starts to purr.

Towering over her, I watch as she hunches and takes my cock in her sweet mouth. My eyes go wide as I feel the crown hit the back of her throat. It comes out with glistening saliva.

Catching her breath, she spits more onto my shaft and strokes me faster. I give her more fingers. “Good girl,” I moan.

This is everything I’ve been dreaming of. The Hunters might be sitting on the other side of this compound, waiting to blow us to hell. But right now, this is all that matters.

Caroline blows me to hell better than any of them ever could.

Tongue curling around my shaft, she learns how to take me without gagging. She knows just how good she is at this.

“Fuck,” I moan, astonished by her beauty. “You’re too gorgeous for me. You know that, right?”

“I do,” she says. “You’re lucky I can’t resist this cock.”

She runs her hands over each pivot of muscle.

She was born to fuck me. Her mouth says it all.

When she pulls away, I’m hungry for her pussy. I move toward that cunt, and lap at it like the dog I am. I’m messy, I’m crazy, and I eat her like there’s a gun to my head.

Her taste makes my cock go crazy. In the ocean, sharks taste blood and need more. In the desert, I taste Caroline’s peach, and I need her all fucking night.

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