Page 47 of Captured Desire


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I sank to my knees before her and looked up into her eyes. Her throat bobbed. Without a single thought in my head, I pushed my face into the apex of her thighs and ran my tongue along the edge of her panties. The faint scent of her pussy filled my lungs and arousal burst down my spine, making my head spin. Fuck yes, I needed that.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, just touch me.”

My cock ached. “Fuck me,” I murmured, nuzzling her thigh. “Beg like that and I’ll give you anything you want, princess.”

My fingers closed around her panties and she gasped when I tore them down and pushed her onto her back. She lay stunned, her hair splayed out on the bed. Her thighs fell open and…fuck me, I’d forgotten just how perfect her cunt was.

She was already soaked. I leaned forward, still on my knees on the floor, and dipped my fingertip into her pussy. Her warm muscles tensed and she pushed herself upright.

“Not in,” she begged.

“I’m not, I swear,” I assured her, sliding it back. Watching the strand of her arousal break. Our eyes locked. “You’re always so wet? Or is it just me that makes your pussy drip?”

Heat crept over her face. “I don’t know. Is it bad?”

I slid my finger up through her soft folds to her clit and tugged the hood back. “More for me. I could drink you with the way you taste.”

“I don’t taste the way you described,” she whispered. “I tasted myself. It’s just tangy and sweet, that’s all.”

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I bent and ran my tongue over her opening. Heat surged and surged again as I moaned into her pussy, licking the arousal from her skin.

The thought of her dipping those fingers into herself and putting them between her lips had me dripping into my boxer briefs. I wanted to see her touch herself so badly it was more of a need than a want at this point.

“To me, you do. You taste like fucking candy,” I told her. “Now lay the fuck back down. I don’t want to see you fucking move unless it’s to come.”

She moaned, sinking back. Giving me access to her spread pussy. I slid my hands beneath her thighs to hold her hips in place and pushed my face into her sex, relishing the hot, sweet wetness.

She whimpered and panted as I ate her out, but she was such a fucking good girl and she didn’t move.

It drove me wild how submissive she was in the bedroom. Outside of it, she had claws, she had all the smart comebacks. But in here, she wanted to be a good girl for me, I felt it in her little whimpers and in the way she pushed her sex up to my mouth, giving me everything I wanted.

Her thighs tensed. Excitement flared in my chest and it took everything I had not to change the rhythm of my tongue over her clit.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “May I come?”

That brought me right to the edge. I preferred to be dominant behind closed doors and she was giving me my own fucking wet dream on a silver platter.

Not because I wanted it, but because she did. And that made it ten times better.

I pulled back, kissing the entrance of her cunt. Making her inner muscles flutter and tense.

“What do you say, princess?” I asked softly.

Her hips worked. “May Ipleasecome?” she whispered.

“That’s right,” I praised. “Are you my good girl?”

Her lower back arced as I licked over her swollen clit. Teasing her with slow circles of my tongue.

“I’m your good girl,” she begged. “Please, please, let me come.”

Her pussy tensed and a little bit of wetness slid down onto the sheets. She was so close, I could see her pleasure trembling in her thighs.

“If I make you come, whose name will you cry out, princess?” I pressed. “Who are you going to come for?”

“Yours…you,” she stammered.

I lightly spanked her clit with the tips of my fingers. Her entire body shuddered and her eyes widened.

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