Page 60 of Cage Me

Her heartbeat increases as though she’s waking up, but she doesn’t open her eyes. I kiss the top of her hair and wait, knowing she’s been through a lot since the moment we met. Yet, this is the first time I think she’s truly rested her mind and body in the last few days.

It’s not even a minute later when her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me with a grin on her face. “Well, hello there.”

I easily return her smile. “How are you feeling?”

Her hand slowly trails down my stomach. “Like I have a lot of pent-up energy to expend.”

A rumble echoes from my chest, and before Spencer can take her next breath, I have her in my arms and am walking toward the backyard. “I can help with that.”

She laughs, and the sound warms my entire body as she says, “I had a feeling you could.”

Quietly yet with urgency, I get us out the back door and into Spencer’s shed. I really hate this space for her. My mate deserves so much better than a shack with a mattress on the floor, and the fact that I can’t readily provide more is something I intend to change soon.

Spencer wiggles out of my hold and begins throwing her clothes off, seeming to not care where they land as long as they’re no longer touching her body.

Her beauty takes my breath away, and I barely have my shirt off before her hands are on my jeans, helping to move things along.

“If you’re not naked in two seconds, I’m going to ruin your new clothes,” she says with glee.

I kick my boots off as she tugs my jeans and boxers down my legs. My cock is already wide awake and when her fingers brush over him, he jolts to attention.

“I’m not the only one ready to expend extra energy,” she says, wrapping her hand around my length and squeezing firmly as she moves her wrist up and down.

I reach for her, but she moves closer to the ground until she’s on her knees in front of me. Her tongue wets her lips right before they part. I inch forward and she guides the head into her mouth. Her resounding moan sends vibrations up my shaft that go straight to my toes.

“Fuck, Spencer,” I hiss, grabbing her hair.

She rocks back and forth, sucking my dick with vigor. Her mouth is heaven, but when she reaches for my balls, I see stars.

My fingers get tangled in her blonde strands as I surge forward until she starts to choke. I expect her to pull back, but she takes me even deeper.

I relinquish control for as long as I can, relishing the way she so easily commands me and how much I don’t care. This woman owns every part of me, and I’m not ashamed to admit that.

Her tongue swirls as her head bobs, the motions repeating as her hands work their magic at the base. I let myself get lost in the ecstasy until I can’t take much more.

“Spencer.” Her name is a warning, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Though, I do. The need to finally have my taste of her is too strong to ignore. I pick her up, forcing my cock from her eager lips.

Turning her until her back is against the unfinished drywall of the shed, I part her legs as I drop to my knees. “My turn.”

My mouth sucks on her clit before she can get a word out. Her fingers grip my hair and she cries out. “Fuck me.”

Oh, I will be, but not before I’ve made her come with my tongue.

Her hips surged forward as I suck and lick with abandon, enjoying as her breathing turns into heavy pants. Her legs are shaking and the hold she has on my hair still is nearly painful. Though, it’s easily ignored as I lap at her center, eating up her sweetness as she falls apart for me.

“Oh, Gods.” Her strangled cries of pleasure get caught in her throat as she shudders before nearly collapsing to the floor.

I stand to grab hold of her hips and lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist. “I’m not done with you, Mate.”

She smirks. “I hope not.”

Reaching between us, I grab my dick and rub the head against her waiting pussy. She’s dripping wet and trembling with a need that only I can fulfill. One thrust upward and she’s crying out my name once again.

The bond between us surges like a livewire, an unnecessary reminder that she means more to me than my own life.

I pound into her, remembering how she asked me not to hold back before. Her hands grab my face, and she keeps her stare on mine. The intensity of our connection nearly takes me down, but I push back, not ready to be done with her.

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