Page 13 of Caged Captain

“Good girl,” he grunts before sucking more of my breast into his mouth.

A delicious wave of pleasure courses through me when I hear those words.Good girl. I want to be good for him. I want him to love me the way I already love him. I want to please him and make him happy. My pussy tightens around his dick at the thought of him saying it again.

Marco’s thrusts become harder, faster, as he licks and nips his way up to my mouth. His lips are inches from mine. All I can think about is tasting him while he fucks me. He pounds into me, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth and grinning when I whimper into his mouth.

“You want to be my good girl, Imogine,” he whispers huskily.

I nod frantically, my pussy throbbing wildly as more of my cream drips out of me and soaks the sheets.

“I feel you, baby. I fuckingfeelhow much you want to come. So do it, Imogine. Be a good girl and come all over me."

He kisses me as he slams into me in long, rough strokes. I’m stuffed so full of his cock that I can’t take a full breath. I unhook my ankles from behind him and place my feet flat on the bed so I can meet him thrust for thrust.

“Christ, you feel incredible. Come for me right the fuck now, Imogine.”

I scream as my orgasm burns through me, all my muscles spasming at once in the most intense moment I’ve ever experienced. My blood feels like electric shocks coursing through my veins, the pain spiking my pleasure into heights unknown.

“So goddamn beautiful, coming for me like a goddess,” he grunts, fucking me through my orgasm and then leaving me completely.

I almost cry at the loss of him, but Marco grabs my hips and flips me over, tugging me back so I’m on all fours. I gasp as he enters me in one hard thrust, his thighs smacking against my ass as he bottoms out, hitting me so incredibly deep.

"Marco!" I moan, arching my back and wedging his thick dick even deeper inside me. He taps some super-sensitive spot, making my pussy convulse, and my limbs shake.

“There it is,” he grunts in satisfaction, gripping my hips and digging his fingers into my soft flesh. He bounces me off his cock, hitting that spot over and over, fucking me mercilessly until I’m coming again with his name on my lips. Marco holds still, his cock buried inside me as my orgasm washes over me in violent waves. “Such a good girl. Give me one more, Imogine. I need you to come again for me.”

I whimper and squeeze my walls around his hard cock, unable to give him any words at the moment. My body is deliciously sore and used, my pussy is swollen and sensitive, and I don’t think I can take anything else, but I want to give Marco everything he wants.

One of his hands traces up my back and tangles in my hair. He tugs my head to the side and leans down to kiss me as he slowly begins moving in and out of my tight channel. His abs tense and flex against my ass as he works his fat cock in and out of me.

I press back against him as he surges forward, earning me a sexy growl from Marco. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me back. Show me how much you want it.”

I fist the sheets and rock back into him, swallowing his hard shaft in my pussy again and again. He grabs my breasts, kneading them and holding on to me while rutting into mesavagely. Marco pinches my nipples and slams into me, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge, his monster cock stretching me wider still.

“I’m…I’m…” I pant and gasp for air, barely hanging on to my sanity as he ravages my body and rips me open in powerful strokes.

“Let go, Imogine. Let go for me,” he rumbles. “I’m right there with you, but I need you to come first. So come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock,” he roars, shooting his hot cum deep inside of me.

My world erupts in pure bliss, my vision tunneling until I can't see or hear, I can only feel. Pure light and energy are wrung from my very core as I twist in on myself and then go completely limp.

When I come to, I’m wrapped in Marco’s arms, and he’s placing sweet kisses all over my face. I giggle and scrunch my nose, trying to get away from him. He just holds me tighter and rubs his nose against mine.

“You okay, angel?” he whispers.

“I’m so good, Marco. That was…” I blow out a breath, unable to find the right word to describe it.

“For me too, Imogine. It was…” He pauses and then blows out a breath, too.

“Exactly,” I agree and laugh softly.

We lie there, a mess of tangled limbs and drying sweat, breathing the same air and snuggling in the afterglow.

6

MARCO

I’ve been lying in bed, awake for hours now. Sleep has evaded me in the aftermath of what Imogine and I shared earlier tonight. I’m torn, my need for more waging war with the need to keep things nice and tidy. No messy relationships. No falling for a woman.

Looking over at Imogine now, I know it’s already too late. How can I resist her porcelain skin, nearly glowing in the moonlight as it filters through the window? The light kisses her curves, making me want to do the same.

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