Page 72 of Caged Bird

She noticed and ground down against me, rocking her hips until the friction was maddening. I speared my fingers into her hair, holding the back of her head and flexing my fingers slowly, raking my nails gently along her scalp.

She moaned a little, her eyes closed.

I found the zipper on the back of the old, shapeless dress and pulled it down, letting the thick shoulder straps fall away and the material settle around her middle.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t really need to, her tits were small, not even a handful, but they were perfect. I cuppedthem both from behind, swiping my thumbs over her nipples until she stopped shooting worried glances at the windows and just let herself feel.

Her nipples beaded beneath my touch; perfect twin peaks so desperate to be touched. I squeezed one, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, while I slid my other hand down, over the bunched-up material of her dress, to her thigh.

Instantly, like she’d been waiting for it, she spread her legs.

I wasted no time moving aside her panties. She was already wet from grinding on me, and her pussy swallowed two of my fingers easily.

She gasped, rocking against me, moving so the heel of my hand connected with her clit each time my fingers pressed into her body.

“That feels so good,” she murmured in the darkness.

I swapped hands, withdrawing two wet fingers from her pussy and bringing them up to her nipple, using her lubrication to play with her.

She moaned softly but grabbed my other hand, guiding it back between her legs, letting me know exactly what she wanted.

If it was possible to get harder, I did. I loved her taking control. Loved she felt safe enough with me to demand what she wanted, when with Eddie she was meek and timid.

Her pussy gaped for me, pulsing just a little, a pending orgasm clearly on the horizon. I wanted to send her over it, then start again. And again. Until I’d given her orgasms all night and the party was over.

I wanted to keep going until all she could think about was me, and not the danger we were in, or what we needed to do tomorrow.

“Zane,” she whispered.

My name on her lips was everything. I wanted to hear her scream it. I wanted every person out there, especially my brother, to hear her shout it when I made her come.

But all we had were whispers.

And it suddenly dawned on me that once I got her out, once I got her back to her family and her friends, there wouldn’t be any more of this. She clung to me now, riding my fingers, letting me take her closer and closer to the orgasm her body so desperately needed after years and years of neglect.

But this is where we would end. She wouldn’t want me around once we were out of here.

I’d just be a reminder of a time in her life that was better forgotten.

The thought left me cold.

She came around my fingers with a muffled gasp, twisting her head so her lips connected with mine again.

“I want you,” I whispered.

I knew in my heart I meant for always, but she turned so she was facing me and quickly undid my fly, drawing down my pants just enough to free my cock.

I was thick and hard for her, straining toward her entrance like she was home and I just needed to get inside.

She pulled her panties to the side again and sank down onto my cock.

The warm heat of her almost sent me into oblivion. I fought the urge to shout her name and instead gripped her hips, guiding her up and down my shaft, thrusting into her from beneath because I was a greedy bastard who couldn’t get enough of her.

I put a hand to her back, guiding her sweet tits to my face, and licking her nipples, tasting her arousal on them from earlier when I’d used it as lubricant.

She was so sweet. I tried committing the taste of her to my memory so I could relive it, but all too soon, I’d licked away every last trace from her skin. “Stand up.”

She glanced at the window again.

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