Page 9 of Her Cage Fighter


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“I can’t wait to taste you,” I rasp, grabbing her left leg and lifting it to my shoulder, further exposing her glistening sex to my hungry eyes. “Fuck me, little girl, you are practically dripping.”

“I-I’m sorry—”

My hungry eyes shoot to hers, and I almost lose it when I find her wide innocent eyes staring back at me. “Don’t be, baby. It’s a good thing to be this wet.”

“It is?”

Fucking hell, I want to ruin her, corrupt her, but also hide her from the rest of the world and preserve her innocence.

“Let me show you just how much I like you this way.”

I kiss her inner thigh before leaning forward and dragging my tongue over her arousal, lapping at her juices, and good God, she tastes like the sweetest honey, it’s unreal. The sweet and tangy taste of her cream sends my head reeling, and I lean in for more, dragging my tongue over the valley of her sex before bathing her swollen clit with long hungry strokes.

“Oh, Daddy, d-don’t stop!” she sobs, sliding her fingers into my hair and grabbing a fistful. I worship her pussy like a sex-starved animal, and I can see myself spending the rest of my life right here, buried between her legs.

Her body writhes above mine, and her cries grow louder, but my hunger is nowhere close to being sated. Her pleasured cries only seem to deepen my hunger, and I realize that I want her this way . . . always.

I want to take care of all her needs and pleasure her body for the rest of my life . . . only me!

“Mine,” I growl against her drenched sex, lapping at her arousal like it’s the one thing I need to live. “You are mine, Kirsten. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yours . . . Daddy!”

I lean in and take her clit between my lips, sucking gently at the soft nub at first before increasing the suction, which makes her hips jolt against me. She sobs and tugs at my hair roughly as she orgasms on my face, and it’s perfect. Feeling her body shudder above mine as I lick at her swollen pussy is nearly enough to make me come in my pants.

“This pussy is mine,” I say into her trembling sex, licking her through her orgasm. “I will kill anyone that dares look at you, dares touch you!”

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, a tremble rolling through her body when I place a last kiss on her sodden folds. Her body is still shaking when I lower her leg from my shoulder. I’m already unbuttoning my jeans as I rise to my feet.

Her baby blue, dazed eyes threaten to undo me as I grab my cock in my fist and stroke it against her stomach. With the taste of her juices still on my tongue and those innocent eyes watching me like the sky and moon hangs over my head, I don’t last five seconds before I am spilling endless streams of white cum over her stomach.

“Fuck!” I roar at the blinding pressure, leaning in and taking her lips into mine. She opens up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I come all over her, marking her like a predator would mark his territory. “Mine!”

We stay locked in an embrace long after I have come, and when we do break it, I’m met by dazed eyes, but this time, it’s not from pleasure.

“You’re tired,” I say, brushing her hair from her face.

“No,” she whispers, eyes dropping to my hard cock. “I’m not sleepy. W-we can still do it.”

“Have sex?” I say with a chuckle when I notice how deep her cheeks flush. I know I could go all night, it’s what I had in mind when I brought her up here, but she did mention she’s had a long day. “Let’s grab a shower and then get you to bed.”

“No, really, I’m not sleepy,” she says with a yawn, but despite her protest, she has a hard time keeping her eyes open in the shower and is practically asleep when I guide her into bed.

“We can still do it,” she mumbles as she falls asleep, which has no right endearing her to me the way it does.

I join her in bed, but unlike my little angel, I am wide awake and choose to spend the time watching her sleep. Making silent promises I intend to keep, but one thing is true above all else.

Kirsten is mine!

Chapter Five

Kirsten

When I first moved into my studio apartment, I learned pretty early that I didn’t need to set an alarm every morning. The neighbor next door religiously wakes up every day at five in the morning to work out and bangs around his place. His noise is enough to wake me up. I thought I was a morning person before I moved into my place, but it has to be illegal to get up at five in the morning when you have nowhere to go, but I was forced to adapt.

I haven’t heard my neighbor this morning at all.

Did I . . . Oh, sweet baby Jesus, did I sleep in?

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