Page 141 of Take It Offline

“Do you want to touch?” she rasps, head thrown back in pleasure.

“You know I do.”

I’m helpless to watch as she writhes and whimpers above me. “Maybe I should fuck you like this, with the cage on. You wouldn’t even be able to feel me coming. I could just keep going, getting myself off for hours, and there’s nothing you could do.”

The moan that rips out of me feels like a roar. “Emma,fuck.”

She traces my lips with her wet fingers, eyes flashing as I chase them.

She pulls them away before I can properly get a taste. “God, Charlie. Look at you,” she breathes, sounding wrecked.

I’m thirty seconds away from losing all control. “Let me. Come on. I know you want it.”

Her chest heaves, torturing me with miles of beautiful skin I want to brand with my lips and teeth. “Say it.”

“Sweetheart,” I say, knowing it isn’t what she’s asking for.

I hiss as she digs her nails into the soft flesh of my thigh.

“Say it, and I’ll let you touch me.Beg.”

Heat licks up my spine.

“Please.”

She grabs my wrist and puts my hand between her thighs, and we moan together. With my thumb, I find her clit and circle it the way she likes it.

Head thrown back, she pushes against me. “Make me come, and maybe you can fuck me.”

She’s gorgeous like this. My sexy, powerful inferno.

“Kiss me,” she commands. “Please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

My palms are damp, but I keep my hands where they are as I lean in to claim her mouth like I’ve wanted to since she walked into the room.

I lick long and deep, fucking into her mouth the way I want to do to her pussy. In return, she clutches at my face, digging her hands into my hair, my shoulders, my biceps, all the while rubbing herself against the cage.

The steel is slick with arousal and burning hot from friction and our combined body heat.

I keep going, kissing her jaw, licking down her neck, sucking a mark on her collarbone as she arches against me.

She screams out when she comes, shaking over me and riding it out.

Before she can protest, I suck the taste of her off my thumb, straining further in the cage.

We’re both panting when she stands, and when she picks up the key and hands it to me, I can’t move fast enough.

I miss the lock at first, distracted by the sight of Emma getting on her hands and knees on our bed.

“Now get over here and fuck me into next week.”

I have to grip the base of my dick when it’s freed in order to stem the immediate and brutal flow of blood, then slip a condom on.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

She’s so fucking perfect. I love every part of her, the way her mind works, how she’s always thinking of solutions to problems, even when they aren’t her own. How beautiful she is when she’s taking her pleasure.

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