Page 55 of Captivated

“Do it, Cash,” she moans.

“Are you sure? Have you ever done that before, baby?”

She shakes her head. “No. But I trust you.”

“Okay, but not like this.” I move to stand and then take her back to her bed, lying down so she straddles me and submerges herself down on my cock.

“Ride me, baby.” And she does, with her fingers in her hair and my hands on her wide hips that give me the perfect handles to hold on to while she moves. Watching her, afraid to blink in case I miss anything, I savor every flick of her hips and drag of my cock in and out of her.

“I’m gonna come,” she says just moments before I feel her lose it, and I’m mesmerized by the way her body moves as she rides out her orgasm. She’s wild and open, giving me a front row seat to how incredible I’m making her feel. It only makes me want to pleasure her more.

“Get on your knees,” I say, directing her to the middle of the bed where she perches her ass high in the air again, but rests her head on the mattress.

“Are you sure about me playing with your ass, Piper?” Fuck, I want to make her feel good, but that’s an intimacy that is built solely on trust. I know she says she trusts me, but I have to make sure.

“Yes.”

With that small semblance of permission, I thrust inside of her, loving how tightly she grips me from this angle as I move back and forth, sliding in and out of her wetness, building her up again for a while. And then with a suck of my thumb, I press the tip to her puckered hole and lightly push, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it.

“Keep going,” she mumbles into the sheets, turning her head to the side so she can look back and see me. And fuck, she looks exquisite like this—ass high, pussy wet, legs trembling as I move—with a gleam in her eye of mischief and pleasure, accompanied by confidence in me to make her feel good. It’s the most powerful and yet raw moment I’ve ever had during sex.

A few more pushes and I break through the barrier, greeted with the hot heat inside.

“Oh, fuck!” She shouts as I press forward slightly, retracting my thumb in her asshole in time with my dick in her pussy. It only takes a minute before she unravels.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Piper’s screaming as I feel her come apart around me and it only takes two more thrusts before I come apart at the seams as well.

“Fuck, Piper!” I shout as I shoot my load that feels like it’s never gonna end.

Out of breath and energy, I gently slide out of her and then toss my body on the bed beside her, her face still pointing away from me. Then slowly she turns and gives me the most satisfied smile. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Thank you would be a good start,” I joke, trying to bring light to the situation so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Anal play can be taboo and something women are made to feel ashamed of—but every woman I’ve talked to that has done it with the right person says it’s worth the slight pain, especially if their partner takes care to make them feel good, and apparently it doesn’t hurt for very long when done right. I actually have never gone that far with a woman because it’s not something you’d offer for a one-night-stand, but I can imagine how intimate that would be with Piper. I’m officially adding it to the list of things I want to experience with her.

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” she swats me playfully, but I grab her arm before she can get away, rolling her over and pinning her beneath me.

“I’m pretty sure you were the one just full of me, so watch your snarkiness, woman.”

Piper laughs and then leans up to kiss me, tangling our tongues together intimately.

“Thank you for that experience,” she whispers, her cheeks still slightly blushed.

“Thank you for trusting me to do that with you.”

“I trust you a lot, Cash. More than I probably should.”

“I promise I won’t do anything to break that trust intentionally, alright?” I stare down into her eyes as she nods in acknowledgment.

Once we’re clean and relaxed, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, granting me with another serene night of sleep. But the conversation I hear that wakes me in the morning brings up that gut feeling I had that something just doesn’t add up when it comes to Piper and that glimmer of fear I’ve seen in her eyes.

“Pfeiffer, your dad wants you to come home. There was an attempted break-in here last night.”

A woman’s voice comes from the kitchen that I’ve never heard before as I tiptoe down the hall, following the sound but trying to not make any noise.

“Oh, my God. Are you and Dad okay?”

“Yes, the alarm system went off and the police arrived. But they threw a brick through the window and it had another note attached to it, Pfeiffer,” and now I can attest that the voice is coming through the speaker on her phone.

Pfeiffer? Is that what the woman said? It sure sounded like it.

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