Page 59 of Bind Me

That savage speed makes me hold my breath as a tornadic orgasm rips through me, unleashing itself while he keeps going, unrelenting.

“Fuck,” I breathe just as I notice movement across the room near the steps. Someone’s coming up here. My heart freezes, all while I’m convulsing with the best orgasm, while Kaden hasn’t stopped pounding me, my pussy squeezing him with each pulse of my climax.

I wriggle to get away from his grasp, and he must have sensed something because he releases me and pulls out his massive cock, breaking away from me.

My gaze remains on the older woman who isn’t coming this way, thank the universe, but is at another set of shelves on the other side of the room.

I’ve barely recovered from the orgasm, trying to breathe again, when Kaden’s strong hands are around my waist, lifting me up. He turns me around with ease, his eyes locked on mine, and gently pushes me down onto my knees. His smile is both predatory and amused, making my heart race.

And there, in my face, is this massive cock, glistening with my arousal, the thick vein running the length of his shaft, bulging like he’s on the brink of exploding himself. I lift my gaze to him breathing heavily, deeply, one hand on the base of his cock, the other moving to the back of my neck.

“Taste yourself just like I lapped you up last night.”

I move in closer, opening my mouth, my pussy soaked and still trembling with desire, knowing we’re no longer alone up here, but I’m at that stage where I don’t care. I need his huge cock in my mouth so desperately that being found is the least of my worries.

He pushes himself closer, and I wrap my lips around his girth, sliding him into my mouth. I inhale my aroused scent on him, tasting myself—honey and sex. With his hand putting pressure on the back of my head, I take more of him, my hands flush against his thighs for leverage. Glancing up, I notice his gaze flickering to where I’d seen the woman on our floor moments earlier.

He knows she’s there, and fuck, but he’s smirking, loving the idea of getting caught, isn’t he?

Working him deeper and deeper, I lick the underside of his cock, watching the way his eyes are rolling up, his breaths speeding up. His hips work with me, slowly grinding into my mouth, his hand fisting my head, keeping me prisoner to his cock.

A keening sound rolls from my chest, something I’ve never heard before, and I blame my body’s reaction to him dominating me, but when his cock kisses the back of my throat, I pause, tears springing to my eyes.

He’s looking down at me as I swallow, attempting to deep-throat him. With his free hand, he reaches over and rubs my neck and under my chin.

“That’s my good mermaid. You can take me farther, can’t you?”

With my mouth jam-packed with his erection, his eyes haze over with the sheer arousal pulsing from him.

I breathe in and out, taking more of him, and work him back and forth, holding back from gagging each time he dips past my throat. He’s completely in my mouth, my lips at the base of his dick, and I’m absolutely loving the groans he’s making. I love holding the power over him and him being at my mercy.

I pause for a moment when his hips thrust deeply into my mouth, and the spray of his explosion floods down my throat, warm and sticky, a salty and sweet taste. Digging my fingers into his thighs, I frantically work to swallow him, and damn, but there’s so much. The guy’s a cum-making machine.

We both groan.

“You feel incredible,” he grunts.

My mind’s dizzy from desire, and if I was to suddenly stand up now on my own, I’m certain I’d fall over from the dizziness, from the way my pussy still throbs, from my body beyond being satisfied at being pleased.

Taking every last drop from him, he slips his cock out of my mouth, and I lick my lips clean. He pauses, glancing to his right, and I follow his gaze to where the older woman stands at the end of the aisle, watching us with her mouth gaping open.

“Did you need a book from this aisle, dear?” Kaden asks innocently, except he’s got his cock out and me kneeling in front of him.

Her cheeks blush pink, and I frantically wipe my mouth, getting up as the woman scurries out of there and downstairs, moving rather fast for someone her age.

Kaden chuckles, his lips grazing mine. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I’m kinda panicking, glancing over my shoulder every few seconds, expecting a guard to rush up here and kick us out. Then how will I do my research? I told myself I didn’t care about being spotted, but now that it’s happened, I regret my decision.

“Let’s get out of here,” I insist, wondering if they’ll let me back in next time. I push my skirt down from around my waist, then move to grab the fallen book of articles from the floor, which had opened on an article with an image of a luxury ship.

I lift it into my hand, Kaden towering over my shoulder, peering down as he tucks his cock back into his pants. I quickly scan the article.

Tragedy Strikes Again: Expensive sailing vessel Liberty returns to shore with only one crew member alive. Survivor recounts horrific attacks by sirens, claiming the lives of five crew members. The lone survivor describes a powerful siren with aquamarine hair as the leader of the attack.

My insides ice up. My mom. Is that my mom? I frantically check the date of the folder, seeing it took place only one year after she killed my father and left me alone. So, it’s possible that it could be her. Our hair color is rare, and I haven’t yet met one person with the same hair highlights as my mom and mine.

My hands are shaking, and Kaden is there, saying, “We need to go now.”

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