Page 40 of Caged Bliss

But where Tommy’s loud and full of bluster, Angelo’s a quiet murmur. He’s warm and big, and his hands are soft on my body and he smells like mint and aftershave. He’s funny, and I like to flirt with him, and most of all, I believe him when he tells me things.

I make my choice.

I tilt my chin up and I kiss him.

The kiss is gentle at first, barely a brush in the darkness, but then he’s crushing me down against the mattress and his tongue is in my mouth and I’m kissing him back like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t. My clothes come off—there’s not much of them anyway—and his mouth sucks on a nipple as his other hand teases my pussy. My back arches and I’m moaning, and screw the cameras and microphones, I just don’t care anymore.

Angelo groans as his fingers slide inside of me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers and bites my lower lip. “You wanted this so badly, didn’t you?”

“You’ve been teasing me like crazy.”

“I can’t help myself. Fuck, baby, that’s the problem. I can’t help myself when you’re around.”

“We can stop.”

“No, we definitely can’t.” He devours me then. Kisses down my body, lingers on my breasts, ducks between my legs and he does that incredible thing again. Fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while his lips and tongue drive my clit to heaven, and my entire nervous system goes supernova, lighting up in a divine spotlight pointing straight to ecstasy. I grip his hair tight enough that I’m sure it hurts and he doesn’t seem to mind, and when I come, it’s a breathy-crazy-aching sort of orgasm, and it makes my toes curl hard enough that my feet almost cramp.

“Not done with you,” he says as he kisses me in the darkness. I’m breathing hard, almost panting, and I feel his hard cock against my side. I reach down and stroke him, very slow. The guy’s absolutely massive and I’m kind of afraid to take this further, but also kind of afraid not to.

“What else could you possibly want?” I ask, grinning to myself.

He kisses my neck. “Every inch of you.” He kisses my mouth, my ears, my breasts. “Do you have any idea what you look like, baby? No, don’t answer, let me tell you.” He teases me again, going slow. I’m moaning as he spreads my legs. “You look like you draw every single male gaze in every single room you ever enter. You look like I could lock my doors, close my windows, turn off my phone, and spend the rest of my life feasting on you. You look like I’d rather die in bed fucking you until I run out of oxygen than spend another day without tasting your skin. You look perfect.”

“My god,” I whisper as I feel his cock press against my aching, dripping entrance. “Since when did you get so talkative?”

He growls as he buries himself inside of me and my brain blows up. It hurts a little as I stretch to take all of him, and it feels like absolute bliss as he starts to grind his hips into me.

“You make me this way,” he whispers as he fucks me. “God, baby, you’re so fucking tight. You keep moaning like that and I’m going to come.”

“Easy, boy.” I dig my fingers into his back. “I feel like I don’t have a head anymore.”

“I want to fill you until you scream.” He thrusts deep and slow, and we fall into a rhythm. “Fuck, I want to come in your pretty mouth and watch you swallow every drop. I want to come between your legs and make you beg for more. I want to take you like an animal, and I want to watch you fall apart on my thick cock.”

“Oh, god,” I moan because I’m losing all conscious thought. We’re grinding faster as he fills me to the brim. He licks my nipples, bites them hard and squeezes my hips. I’m working back against him, panting fast.

“Messy girl, you’re so fucking slick and wet. You love taking me deep, don’t you? Tell me you love it, baby.”

I reach up and push against the headboard. “I love it.”

He licks my nipples and fucks me harder. “Say it again, you dirty fucking girl.”

“I love it.” Stars burst in my vision. Bliss rises up as my core clenches down. “Oh my god, I’m going to come again.”

“That’s right baby, get my big dick all messy and wet. Come on, say my fucking name while I fill you up.”

“Angelo,” I moan and my back arches and I come, explosive and incredible, and he keeps going, fucking me mindlessly, no more gentle, no more easing me in, but taking me now, taking me the way he wants me.

I gasp, shivering, and I feel him stiffen as my orgasm ends. He finishes deep between my legs, and I have no conscious thoughts, none whatsoever, as he wraps his arms around my body and tugs me tight to his chest.

We’re naked. The silk sheets are slick and damp. The noise machines continue their low drone, and somewhere else, all of this was caught on an infrared camera and backed up with noisy tape.

And I don’t give a crap.

“Did you plan this?” I ask him, not upset about it, but curious.

“No.” He kisses my neck. “I just wanted a spot where we could talk.”

“You didn’t think that maybe, just maybe, if you got me in a very dark room in a very comfortable bed, maybe you’d just get lucky?”

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