Page 3 of His Gilded Cage

I felt her hips moving as she unbuttoned her jean shorts and dropped her panties to the ground. She whispered. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

My arm along her lower back, I cradled her body as we slammed against the door with a crash.

“That’s right,” she gasped. “Take me. Take me, now.”

Glasses clanked as we rocked against the door shaking the walls, the shelves and the floor.

We kissed. Tongues probing as glasses hopped along the shelf behind us. I pressed against her body my hands gripping her small waist.

I slipped the condom on and she squealed jumping into my arms, her pussy hot and wet against my skin. I lifted her body up higher as she spread her legs. I pushed my cock into her hot wetness.

“Oh Guapo,” she gasped grinding against me as I entered her.

I lowered my head to her shoulder. My hands held her ass and back protecting her from the door as I drove my hard cock into her. Each stroke brought me closer to that mind numbing bliss.

I wanted to disappear.

Her pussy was my false sanctuary.

I wanted to feel whole again.

In those hollow days, every time I fucked a woman it felt new.

My mind stopped racing and stumbling. Even the cloudy drunken edges in my mind disappeared.

I felt sharp.

I felt in control. I was nothing but power and pleasure combined as my mouth dropped to her neck and I licked her skin remembering that salt and tequila.

I wasn’t the failure I feared, the family fuck up that needed to be hidden away. I wasn’t ashamed of myself or my family.

I pounded into her again and again until her breathing changed and she started to squeal, higher and higher. Her legs tightened around me and she screamed while coming.

Then she rocked back so hard I lost my balance and stumbled into the shelves behind me. My back slammed into the hard wood. There was a sound of crashing followed by the sharp, bright smell of alcohol. Bottles exploded on the cement floor all around us.

“Christ,” I shouted, dodging shattered glass and trying not to fall over.

The woman held onto me quivering and shaking just as someone pounded on the door.

“We’re busy!” I shouted.

“Let me down,” she whispered slapping my back. “Let me down now!”

“But I haven’t . . .” I gasped. My cock throbbed and my back ached from the almost fall. “We’re not done are we?”

“We’re done. You have to get out of here,” she said, still slapping my back.

I put her down on her feet and surveyed the storeroom damage. Broken glasses and bottles glittered on the floor. Even in my drunken state I knew this would cost a small fortune. We’d hit some top shelf liquor.

“Don’t worry. I’ll pay for everything,” I said.

“That’s the manager,” she said, wiggling on her clothes. She threw me my pants. “Get dressed.”

“I’m good for the money,” I said. “Let me talk to him.” Pants in hand I moved for the door.

“No,” she said, jumping in my way. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “Go out that way.” She nodded up at the only window in the room. “Not the door. He’ll kill you.”

“You want me to climb out that?” I said pulling my underwear up over my rock hard cock.

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