Page 71 of Red Captive

I’m still wearing my heels. My dress is ruined. It’s a torn mess. My bra is a white lacy number that doesn’t do much to conceal my breasts. My nipples look like they are trying to poke holes through the fabric. I’m naked from the waist down.

“So fucking sexy,” Steel growls as he puts his cock at the entrance to my pussy. “Are you ready for me?” he says as he teases me with just the tip of his erection.

“Yes.” It comes out sounding like an urgent plea. “Please.” I’ve never wanted to come so badly. More wet leaks out of me in a trickle.

His grip on my legs tightens, and he slowly pushes forward, entering me inch by solid inch. I moan as I feel the thickness of him stretching me open, filling me completely. I gasp at both the sting of being so full and the pleasure of how good he feels inside me.

As he fully sheaths himself deep inside me, Steel groans my name, his hands trembling against my thighs.

“Fuuuuck! You feel so goddamn good.” Steel’s voice is thick with desire and need. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts into me again.

My eyes are squeezed tightly shut. I groan. So full. So good.

Steel repeats the motion, setting a steady rhythm. His thrusts are punchy and deep. Despite my bra, my breasts jerk. My mouth falls open as my moans turn to cries.

Our bodies slap together with each thrust. Wet noises fill the room. I should be a little embarrassed, but I’m not; I find that I don’t care one iota. It feels too good to care about anything other than the sex. He thrusts again and again, each time hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. I’m making obscene noises. I sound like I’m dying. I still don’t care about anything but this, about him.

He holds my legs tighter. I catch a glimpse of his face; his eyes are closed, his jaw is tight. I see pleasure loosen his features just a touch. He keeps thrusting, making these grunting noises. He’s beautiful. So gorgeous. He takes my breath away.

At first, my orgasm is slow to build. My insides are warming, my belly is tightening, my pussy is fluttering… Then it hits me all at once, causing my back to bow and my mouth to open in an “O.” Everything seizes, and then lets go in a rush. I groan deeply and then yell his name as pleasure courses through me in a rush.

I grab at the bedding below me. I writhe, I yell. I feel… I feel so much as he continues to thrust, grunting hard with each stroke.

I’m finally coming down, but Steel isn’t done with me. He fucks me, going slower and slower, drawing out my pleasure until he finally stops. Although I had the biggest orgasm of my life, I don’t think he’s finished. He pulls out and opens my legs.

I’m embarrassed when they flop open. I’m breathing heavily. I can’t seem to catch my breath.

I watch as he starts to undress. He pulls on the knot of his tie, yanking it over his head. Then he unbuttons his shirt, pulling it from his body one sleeve at a time.

His ink stands out on his skin. His muscles are pumped. His cock is still hard and thick. I watch in awe as pre-cum leaks from the tip. I lick my lips.

He throws me a sexy half-smile that is tight. “Like what you see, Miss Harris?”

How are those words sexy? And dirty? So dirty.

I nod. “Yes.” It’s throaty from all of my yelling.

His gaze drifts to my pussy. “Me, too.” Then he leans in and licks me there…right between my legs.

It’s so unexpected that I cry out, grabbing the back of his head. I thrust against his face like my orgasm of a few moments ago never even happened.

“Greedy.” Steel chuckles softly against me before sucking on my clit. “That’s good. I like greedy.”

I groan so hard I think I strain my vocal cords. Then I’m rocking against his face. I can’t stop.

Another orgasm is already building inside me. I’ve never come twice in a row. In fact, I don’t always even come once. Not that I’ve had sex in the longest time. My ex tried really hard in bed, but he didn’t have much experience. Steel is either a natural, or he does this a lot. I’m hoping it’s the former.

His mouth is insistent. His fingers, too. Steel knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You taste so good,” he says against me. How do I find that sexy? How? It is, though. Surely not. He can’t actually like the way I taste. The greedy sounds he makes as he slurps me up say otherwise.

I moan, my hands fisting in his hair as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. I never knew I could feel this much pleasure, this much need.

I need to come like I need my next breath.

Steel’s hand travels up and down my thigh, squeezing gently. His fingers are deep inside me, zeroing in on my G-spot. Each touch sends an electric current of pleasure coursing through me. He knows exactly where to touch, exactly how to touch me to take me there. It’s happening quickly. I’m gripping his head with both my hands and riding his face. I can’t stop. Just like I can’t stop the gasping cries that are pulled from my throat.

“I’m going to come again.” I sound shocked because I can’t believe it.

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