Page 62 of Red Captive

Instead, I finger-fuck her, picking up the pace. I keep my thumb firmly on her clit, rubbing oh so gently against the bundle of nerves.

She makes the sweetest noises as her pussy starts to flutter. I would give anything to know what she would feel like wrapped around my cock.

“Easy,” I say. “Ride it, sweetheart. Let go,” I urge her. “You look so pretty when you come.”

That does it. Her eyes widen. Her mouth drops open. She lets out this strangled wail as she comes all over my hand. She rides me so damned good.

Then she’s melting against me. I have to hold her up. I keep rubbing on her, milking her for everything she’s worth.

I’m rocking my own hips. My cock is leaking. My balls are in my fucking throat.

She’s moaning, jerking against me. Groaning low and deep. She whispers my name with reverence…and what I wouldn’t give to hear her say it again.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “That’s good.” I know it might freak a human out, but I do it anyway. I put my fingers in my mouth and suck her off them.

Sweet. She’s so damned perfect. I groan, wanting to lick her and fuck her. My teeth sharpen a little.

Instead, I pull down her nightie and kiss her on the temple. “You need to get to bed.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No…that’s not fair. I could…” She starts to drop down to her knees, but I pull her up.

“No. I’m good. Really good. Watching you get off was…it was everything.”

She frowns.

“Go to bed, Jen. We’re going to have to pretend this never happened.” It feels stupid even saying it. I had my fingers inside her. I made her come. I know how she tastes. How she feels. It’s not something I’m going to just forget, but I have to try.

She nods once. “Okay…sure…yeah. You’re right.” She gives a shake of the head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. I see regret flit across her face. “It never happened. Yeah…we can’t do this again…ever.” Then she goes into her room and closes the door behind her.

Damn! That was close.

I almost fucked her. I came close. Too damned close.

I stare at her door. I know if I went in there, she’d let me in. She’d welcome me into her bed. Into her body. I want her so badly. I rest my head against the cool wood.

Jen isn’t mine.

She never will be.

The end.

I take care of my hard cock, and then I go to bed. I don’t get much sleep.

21

Jen

I put lipstick on and then blot my lips on the paper towel.

What did I do?

What the hell did I do?

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few moments, trying to pretend that the events from last night didn’t happen, and I fail dismally. I’m running through it for the hundredth time since last night.

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