Page 46 of Caged Bliss

Chapter 24

Claudia

This time, there are no noise machines, no pumping rubber dick pistons, no pitch blackness or silk sheets, no cameras watching our every move in infrared. There’s only Angelo peeling my clothes off, his mouth burying mine with his right there in the hallway like he’s too eager to take me to the bed.

His lips find my nipples and he sucks down hard. He keeps my wrists pinned and I squirm against his attention, moaning as he bites and licks each breast, before returning to my pouty lips. I swirl my tongue with his, wanting it bad. He only needs one hand to keep my arms above my head, while the other drifts down my body.

“Even with a broken rib and a bleeding arm, I couldn’t stay away from you,” he says, his voice husky and harsh. “Fuck, baby, I needed you tonight.”

“Maybe you should rethink your priorities.”

“You’re so fucking wrong about that.” His hand slips down between my legs and I whimper when he runs one padded finger up along my slit. “You can say what you like, but you’re dripping wet right now, and we both know you want this as much as I do.”

“I want to get out of this situation alive. That’s mostly what I want.”

“Bullshit.” He bites one nipple and slides a finger inside. I gasp, back arching into him, a moan escaping my lips. “You want me too. Every time we’re around each other, it’s this painful magnetism. And the more I resist, the stronger it becomes, until here I am sucking your gorgeous tits and teasing your beautiful pussy when I should be back home getting my arm put back together.”

“Like I said,” I say through panting breath. “Rethink your priorities.”

“I already did.” He kisses me hard, a blistering, starving kiss, and my brain’s a mush of desire and my body’s singing for more.

He could’ve gone anywhere tonight, he could’ve done the sensible thing and gotten put back together, and instead?—

He’s in my apartment kissing me. Because he can’t help himself.

And I have to admit, that’s intoxicating.

I push myself into him. I moan as he kisses my neck and ravishes my pussy with his hand, fucking me then teasing my clit, and I don’t know how long I can handle his attention. I push into his palm as he fucks me, moving my hips and grinding into him like a pathetic needy kitten, and he growls into my mouth as his fingers gush in and out, and my brain’s somewhere by the ceiling, and I moan his name as I come on his hand.

It’s fucking bliss. I’m shuddering and sweating, and I still can’t move. I’m his, all his, completely controlled and aching. He licks up between my breasts, rolls a tongue around my nipples, and kisses my lips softly.

“I love that,” he whispers, his forehead against mine. “Fuck, baby, there’s nothing more gratifying than watching you come.”

“Asshole. I didn’t expect this tonight.”

“And yet here you are, all messy and moaning for me. What a dirty fucking girl. Do you want more, baby?”

“I want a normal life and a million dollars. Can I have those instead?”

“Granted.” He bites my lip. “But first, I’m going to fuck you until you’re a quivering wreck. Then we’ll see about the money.”

I laugh, incredulous. “You’re so damn confident.”

“It’s easy to feel that way when you’ve already come on my hand.” He pulls my arms down and we’re stumbling into my room. I kick some mess under the bed, but it’s worthless, and it doesn’t even matter, because all he can do is stare at me.

I pull off the hoodie and the sweatpants, and I take his cock in my hands. I stroke him as I kiss him, and when I drop to my knees while he sits on the edge of the bed, I feel a surge of pure lust run down my spine at the way he’s looking at me.

“That’s right baby,” he whispers as I lick and kiss his shaft. I take his thick tip into my mouth and suck. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I moan, one hand between my legs. I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. I stroke myself and suck his dick, and normally I’d be self-conscious by now, worried whether I’m doing a good job or not, wondering if he’s looking at all my imperfections, but none of that matters with Angelo. All I want is to devour him and to feel bliss while I do it. I suck and lick, and my spit rolls down his shaft, and I don’t give a damn if I’m as messy as he claims. It feels so good, riding my hand while I suck his cock. His blissful grunts and growls and his praise make my heart swell.

But he doesn’t finish on my tongue. Instead, he drags me into the bed and shoves me face down against my pillows, my pussy in the air, and he slaps my ass hard as I grip the blanket and moan, looking over my shoulder.

He leans forward, kissing me over my shoulder, and the tip of his cock teases my slit. “Every single night since I’ve met you, I’ve fallen asleep thinking about fucking you.” He slowly sinks himself inside of me from behind and I groan, still not used to his size. But I love this position so much, and once he’s eased in deep, I start to push back, wanting more. “Greedy girl,” he chides and spanks me.

“Fuck me, Angelo,” I say, whining a little.

He pumps deep and pulls back, deep and pulls back, and with each thrust my eyes roll back into my head, until he’s giving me what I want. It’s rough and tender at the same time, his cock filling me beyond capacity, and when he reaches around my hips to rub a thumb over my clit, it completely breaks me.

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