Page 58 of Captured

She rolled her tongue around my cockhead in a slow and easy motion, keeping her eyes on my face as she did so. Even the roughness of her tongue was exciting as fuck. She had a look of innocence about her but I sensed once the woman was freed from the dark prison inside her, the erotic things my little vixen would engage in could be considered illegal.

“You do know what they say about having a sparrow in a cage. Don’t you?”

“No, tell me.”

She took a few seconds to lift my cock, dragging her tongue down, zigzagging it as she did, blowing a swath of hot air across my balls before answering. “That no matter how long you keep a bird in a cage, the creature will always want to escape.”

It certainly wasn’t the saying I thought she would use. Her choice of words was simply putting me on notice that I would never break her spirit. I did so love that about my perfect virtuoso.

“I’ll keep that in mind, my beautiful girl. Now, suck me. Don’t tease me.” I fisted her hair, gently holding her head in place.

She purred, her soft breath skipping down the length of my shaft. When she took one ball into her mouth, everything in my body began to shake. Goddamn, the woman’s mouth was fiery hot, so much so I was certain I’d be scalded.

Now I was the one panting as she sucked, her strong jaw muscles nothing like I would have expected. She definitely knew what she was doing. I slapped one hand against the shower wall before hearing a slight popping noise as she removed one testicle, replacing it with the other.

“So fucking wet and hot,” I mused, uncertain I’d spoken.

She giggled in reply before issuing what sounded like a moan. I was thrown by how much I was enjoying this. Fellatio had never been something I used to dominate a woman, preferring to mark their lovely bodies with one of my leather straps. But this was pure enjoyment.

As Emily pumped my cock at the same time, I rolled onto the balls of my feet. After what seemed like hours, which was ridiculous, I yanked her head, lifting it by several inches. I found it difficult to speak given how breathless I was. “Suck. Me. Now. Open that hot mouth of yours wide or I’ll do it for you.” She acted as if she was going to be her usual disobedient self. I wagged a finger at her, laughing softly.

Winking, the woman opened her mouth and I wasted no time jamming my cock inside until the tip hit the back of her throat. She took her sweet time to clamp her lips around the thick invasion, immediately swirling her tongue back and forth.

I was lost in the moment, salivating over what I wanted to do to her, lightheaded, which also wasn’t like me. And the sweat continued to roll down my face and arms, my back and even my legs. The steam had become oppressive, but I wouldn’t change a thing. This was as close to being the perfect round of fucking as there could be.

Being forceful was in my nature and I couldn’t help myself, driving my cock as deeply inside as possible, the force enough I would have knocked her over had I not had a firm hold on her hair. I jutted my hips forward, staring down at her as my chest heaved.

All the while, she refused to take her eyes off me. I had the same feeling as before. She was searching for something. Humanity? A laugh. Goodness? Gone almost as soon as I’d been born.

Whatever it was, the twinkling in her irises drew me in, holding me in a moment of awe. That had also never happened before. Women usually didn’t enthrall or entertain me that much.

I continued pumping, pushing every button as my balls swelled. I could easily spew my load inside her mouth, but I couldn’t ignore how damn good it felt to be buried inside her pussy. And on this beautiful sunny morning, I wanted to fill her with my seed.

Maybe it was time to settle down after all. If I shoved my brother back into the position of Underboss, then my life would certainly be less hectic. That would allow for more time with my growing family.

My body was shaking even more as the electricity tore through it. I was going to lose control if I wasn’t careful. After pushing myself to that very edge, I backed off, groaning as I pulled my cock free from her heated mouth.

Sweet Emily remained where she was, swaying her hips back and forth as she brushed her hands through her long strands. The water continued to cascade down her face and body and as she tipped her head, opening her mouth to accept a stream of water, I found myself mesmerized by every subtle yet powerful action.

I easily considered my little sparrow a true vixen. I would need to be careful around her. More so than I originally had believed.

Now I was finished with being patient. My hunger was too significant. I slipped my arms under hers, lifting her completely off the shower floor. As I shoved her against the wall, she gasped, clawing at my shoulders.

“So mean,” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust and need.

“You have no idea.” I yanked one of her legs around my hips then the other, marveling at the way she pressed her knees into me while arching her back. One day I would take all the time in the world to lick and bite every inch of her.

But not today.

I had other things in mind.

As I drove the entire length of my shaft into her tight little pussy, she threw out a ragged scream and slapped her feet against the shower door. Did she really believe I was going to drop her or was she merely being dramatic? Either way, I loved it, the pulsing feel of her pussy as it clenched and released fantastic. I pulled almost all the way out, driving into her again.

And again.

She clung to me, digging her nails into my skin, still stomping her feet against the glass. I laughed softly from the wild look in her eyes, but it likely matched my own. I’d never felt so free, so fucking alive. It was only due partially to the caustic electricity shooting between us and the way my heart was beating so rapidly.

The other reason was her smile was freeing. Her laugh was rehabilitating. And just being with her was brought the possibility of salvation.

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