Page 11 of Caged Captain

“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.

“So why don’t you touch me for real?”

His eyes flash with a dangerous look, and his jaw tenses right before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away from me, it’s so he cankneel and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the lacy piece of lingerie.

Marco growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips and watch as he peels them off in one swift move.

“This okay, Imogine?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eyes to make sure I mean what I say.

Watching this huge, muscled, effortlessly powerful man kneel before me and ask my permission gives me the courage to continue. If this is all a fantasy that will be over when the debt is paid, I want to enjoy every second.

“I want to feel you,” I tell him with a nod. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like…” My face burns up at my words, knowing I’ve just revealed my inexperience.

“You’ve never had anyone taste this juicy cunt?”

His words are so filthy and so…hot. I shake my head no.

“Have you ever had anyone inside you, Imogine?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to answer his question and admit how innocent I really am.

“Tell me, beautiful. Tell me I’m the only one. Fucking tell me, Imogine,” he demands.

“Only you,” I whisper, finally opening my eyes.

“Jesus, you’re perfect.”

With that, Marco yanks my legs wide open so I’m spread out before him on the desk. He shoves my dress up and over my hips, his eyes latching onto my bare, throbbing core. He flattens his tongue and takes a long, slow lick up the seam of my pussy, stopping to flick my clit and suck on the swollen ball of nerves.

I moan and fall back on the desk, allowing Marco to guide one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other. I tilt my head up and watch Marco as he stares at my pussy. Something about that is inexplicably hot. I clench, and more of my juices leak out of me.

“So fucking wet…” Marco growls before shoving his face in between my thighs and making me crazy with need.

He eats me out in desperate, forceful strokes. His tongue plunges inside my tight little hole, in and out, and then back up to circle my clit.

I cry out and claw the desk, seeking something to keep me grounded during this hurricane of pleasure.

Marco pulls back for a second, making me whine in frustration. He grabs my hands and puts them on his head. I instantly fist his hair, which causes him to grunt in approval.

“You need to hang on to something, you hang on tome.”

I nod and shove his head in between my legs again, making him chuckle into my soaking-wet folds. I feel the vibrations every-fucking-where, putting me right on the edge.

Marco sucks on my clit and thrusts a finger inside me without warning. I moan at the unexpected invasion and then wiggle my hips to get him to go deeper.

He leans back slightly so he can watch himself fuck me with his finger. The sloppy, wet sounds fill the otherwise silent room and make me tremble in anticipation. I can’t contain the whimper that spills when he adds a second finger. I’m close, so, so close…

Marco’s eyes snap to mine. He looks at me like he’s going to rip me to shreds with his intense desire. I can’t wait to let him. I slam my eyes shut as a delicious wave of ecstasy sweeps through my body and rattles my bones.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Goddamn, this juicy cunt,” he grunts before leaning down and sucking on my clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

I hold my breath as my muscles draw up tight. For a moment I’m suspended in space, hovering, flying. The hard, merciless rhythm of his tongue is almost painful on my clit, overwhelming in the most glorious way. He twists his fingers and curls themup, breaking the tension over my body as the first wave of my orgasm floods through me.

I bow my back off of the desk and cry out, my legs slamming shut against his head, trapping him there. Marco slides his hands under my ass and squeezes the soft flesh. Hard. I buck against his mouth as my orgasm drips out of me. The thought of marking him with my release is so filthy yet such a turn-on. I grind against him, nearly losing my mind when he growls and bites down on my clit.

The sting of his teeth followed by the smooth heat of his tongue has me coming again. The orgasm quickly rips through my body, leaving me breathless and unable to move once I come down.

Marco lowers my legs and scoops me up, carrying me out of the room and further into his house. He sets me down in front of his immaculate king-sized bed covered in black silk sheets. A soft, barely restrained growl catches my attention. I look at him, trembling with desire when I see the flash in his dark eyes.

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