Page 61 of Red Captive

Fortunately – or unfortunately, I’m not sure which right now – a voice of reason pipes up in the back of my mind, and it screams for me to stop.

I do. I pull back. She’s breathing hard. Her eyes are hazy. Her lips are a little swollen from our kiss.

“Holy fuck, Jen. I…we…we can’t do this.”

I stand, holding her against me. I march her to her bedroom. Her arms are around my neck. Her tits are plastered against my chest.

She feels good, smells good. I can still taste her on my lips, my tongue.

I set her on her feet, and I try to pull away. I have to get away from her and right now.

She holds on. “Please, Steel. I…um…I need…I…want…need...” She’s all breathy, driving me insane.

I know exactly what she needs. I know all too well because I need it, too, so fucking badly. I ache for her.

“I know,” I whisper against her mouth. Then, against my better judgment, I’m kissing her again. I can’t help it. My hand cups her jaw. My breath mingles with hers.

Jen wraps her hand around my cock through my shorts, and I swear, I almost come in my pants.

I groan as she rubs her hand up and down my length. I have to use every ounce of strength I possess to take her hand away, holding it above her head, pushing her up against the door with my body. My cock strains against her.

I kiss her neck, going lower and taking a nipple into my mouth right through the silk.

She moans. Her other hand threads through my hair. “I need you,” she whimpers.

I pull her leg up over my thigh. “I got you.” Then I’m kissing her again. Swallowing her moans. Our kiss is hungry and barely controlled.

I pull her nightie up over her hips and grind my cock against her…just once.

We both groan. I’ve never been this tempted. I’ve never wanted a female more. I have to know; I need to hear the sounds she’ll make. I want to watch her come. Just this once.

I slip a hand between her thighs, and groan when I meet bare flesh. She’s wet as fuck for me. I’m not surprised. I could smell her honey. I wish I could dive in for a taste and maybe never come up for air, but that would be taking it too far.

“Jesus,” I groan against her mouth. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I slide a finger inside her, feeling her tight, warm entrance clench around me. She gasps against my mouth, her breasts pressing harder against me.

“Steel... Oh…ohhhhh…” she breathes, clutching at my hair and neck. I pump in and out of her with my finger a few times, finding her clit with my thumb.

She mewls when I rub on it, fisting my hair. Her breaths come in hard pants.

I pull back, taking in the sight of her flushed face and heaving chest. Her eyes shine with desire. “Yes,” she groans, her eyes fluttering closed. “Oh…god…yes.”

I rub on her clit a few times before thrusting into her again with my finger. Her body sounds slick. Her pussy is tight as fuck, so I add a second finger, crooking them to find her spot.

Her eyes widen, and she groans, rocking against my hand.

There it is.

Right there.

She moans and writhes. “Don’t stop. Holy shit! Yes!” She’s riding my hand. Her silk-clad tits bounce with every movement she makes. I want to sit the hell down and put her on my cock. Iwant her to slip and slide all over me until she finds her release. And then I want to turn her over and make her come again…even harder. I want to put my seed inside her.

No!

Hell no.

Where did that come from?

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