Page 72 of Red Captive

Steel chuckles softly against me, his breath on my skin. “Do it. Let go for me, Jen.” He suckles my clit, and my back bows.

I yell his name as my orgasm rocks through me. My eyes are on the white ceiling. I’m thrusting against him. My whole body is wracked by spasms. My throat hurts from all the yelling.

My orgasm drags on and on. It feels like I might snap in two. By the time it lets me go and Steel eases off, I’m a sweaty, quivering mess and he hasn’t even come yet.

I can’t catch my breath. Holy shit. “Um…wow…” I push out. My whole body feels shaky. “That was…it…it was…so good.” I pull in a few more hard breaths. “Just so you…um…know…I’m taking a contraceptive. I can’t get pregnant.” I’m worried he might be holding back because he doesn’t have a condom.

He nods once to acknowledge what I just said. “Take off your clothes, Jen,” he tells me while he stands, pulling down his pants. His erection somehow looks bigger. It looks angry…if that’s possible. “I want to see all of you.”

Good. We’re not done just yet. I’m glad; I want to see him get off. I want it so badly.

“This is ruined,” I say as I yank off what’s left of the dress.

“You have more.” He shrugs. He stands there at the foot of the bed, looking angry. Even his hands are fisted at his sides. His whole body bristles.

I swallow, licking my lips. “Are we having sex again?”

He nods. “Yes, and you’re going to come again.”

“I don’t think I can,” I say as I unclasp my bra, letting it drop down, freeing my breasts.

His eyes stay on mine for a few long moments before dropping to my chest. “I think you can.” Then he’s kneeling on the bed, the mattress dipping. “Get onto your knees, Jen.”

“You’re bossy during sex. Actually, you’re bossy, full stop.”

“Less talking or I’ll gag you with my cock.”

Wet trickles down both my thighs. I like the idea of that. I love his dirty mouth. I like how bossy he is, even if I will never admit to it. I get onto my knees.

“You have a great ass,” he says as he palms both my cheeks in his big hands. “Your pussy is also a thing of beauty. You take me so well,” he says with reverence.

I’m not expecting the slap. It’s hard enough to sting but not so hard to actually hurt too much. I yelp. I yelp again when he slaps the other cheek. Then he palms my ass again, his hands covering the burn. His fingers slipping and sliding over my sensitive spots.

“If I wasn’t so desperate for you, I’d spank you until you were pink and hot. Until your pussy was dripping for me.”

“I am already dripping for you.” My voice is choked. I don’t recognize myself. Who is this person arching her back, widening her legs? I push out my sex in the hope that he’ll fill it. I need to be filled. I need to come again.

“Let’s see if we can make you wetter.” He puts his finger on my clit, and he rubs. Then he enters me in one hard thrust that has me yelling. My fingers dig into the comforter. My eyes widen. The air seizes in my lungs. Steel starts fucking me using hard strokes. I have to brace myself on the mattress. His one hand grips my hip while the other continues to toy with my clit.

His balls slap against me. His grunts fill the room. At first, I’m silent, then I’m yelling with every hard stroke.

Holy shit!

Just like that, I’m well on my way to my next orgasm. My breasts jerk. His hips hit my ass. His finger. That finger. It stays there, rubbing against my sensitive nub; not too hard and not too soft. There’s tightening and coiling in my lower belly. My pussy flutters as my mouth drops open. Then I’m letting go on a hard wail. He keeps his finger on my clit, rubbing…rubbing…rubbing. His cock pistons in and out of me. Wet runs down my legs as I come hard and for a third time. I come and come and come.

Then Steel pulls out on a hard groan. He pushes me down on the bed.

I look back, breathing so hard I might just pop a lung. He has his cock fisted in one hand. He pumps it in and out, his featurescontorted in pleasure. He groans deeply as the first ropes of come leave him, landing on my back. His jaw is tight: it goes a little slack, his eyes turning hazy. He’s beautiful when he comes. I only wish he were inside me.

He keeps pumping his cock, his hips thrusting. His body crunches over the middle as a deep groan leaves him as more come squirts from him, splattering all over me. I don’t care. I’m glad he is getting something out of this. So far, it feels like I’m the overall winner here. His movements turn smooth, slowing down. His eyes open, his chest heaves. He keeps palming his cock from root to tip, wringing out the last of his pleasure shamelessly as I watch. His eyes are on mine, and although he isn’t inside me, it feels oddly intimate.

He lets himself go, his chest expanding and contracting in quick succession. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking at my back. “I made a mess.”

“I’m not sorry. Although, I wish you could have come inside me.”

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, like he likes that idea altogether too much. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Don’t move.” He stands. I keep my eyes on his meaty ass until he disappears. Then I smile. I think if I tried to walk right now, I would fall on my face. Also, I can already tell that I will indeed feel him deep between my legs tomorrow.

I want him again. It’s a pity I can’t have him. We can’t do that again. I liked it too much. Actually, I’d go so far as to say that I loved it. I loved having sex with Steel, which is a huge-ass problem.

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