Page 12 of Caged Captain

He looks down at me with unbridled lust, which is only magnified when I see his mouth still glistening with my release. I don’t stop to think about it; I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and moaning softly as he opens up for me.

One minute, we’re licking and kissing and devouring each other, and the next minute, I’m spun around so my back is pressed against Marco’s front. He licks a stripe up my neck, nibbling beneath my ear as he slowly unzips my dress. His fingers tickle the bare skin of my shoulders as he slides the straps down my arms, letting the fabric fall and pool at my feet.

Marco turns me around to face him, his eyes locking on my bare breasts. As if transfixed, he cups one breast and then the other before ghosting his hands down my sides and gripping my hips. He gives me a slight push and I fall backward onto the bed. Marco climbs on top of me and takes my lips in another wildkiss. I spread my legs for him, my bare pussy grinding against his cock, still trapped in his suit pants.

“Such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, Imogine?” Marco whispers as he drags his nose and lips down my throat and chest, placing a kiss between my breasts.

“Only for you,” I tell him truthfully. Marco looks up from in between my breasts, his eyes soft this time. I can tell he likes that he’s my first everything. I like it, too. “I want to see you.” I pout, hoping to finally glimpse all those tasty muscles I know he’s hiding under his clothes.

Marco looks conflicted, like he wants to be naked but also doesn't want to leave me for a single second.

"Let me help," I offer, giving him what I hope is a sexy smile.

“That’s the best damn idea I’ve heard in a long time.” He smirks and leans back when I push on his chest.

Together, we stand and strip him out of everything until we’re face to face. His cock is gigantic, veined, throbbing, and jutting out at me. He’s hungry. For me. That thought has my thighs wet with a reciprocal hunger.

Marco taps my chin with his finger, and I realize my mouth is hanging open at the sight of him. I snap my mouth closed and blush profusely. I’m sure I look like an idiot.

Marco chuckles and places sweet kisses on my lips, cheeks, and jaw before his mouth ghosts over my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs while his hands trail over my curves.

I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but the way Marco looks at me leaves no room for doubt. He takes his time drinking all of me in, so I do the same.

Marco is gorgeous. Broad shoulders, strong arms roped with muscles, defined pecs, and abs that flex as my eyes roam over his olive skin. Intricate tattoos cover his chest and arms, and I want to know the story behind each one. I allow myself a few moreseconds of open gawking before trailing my gaze back up to meet his.

He smiles so tenderly at me, unlike anything I’ve seen from him until now. The look in his deep brown eyes removes any remaining doubt. This is a different side to my Marco. One only I get to experience. It makes me feel completely seen, safe, and sexy. It’s a heady combination that makes me bolder than I’ve ever been.

I place the palm of my hand on his chest, loving the way he shudders at my touch. He sighs and leans into me, then takes my other hand and places it on his chest, right over his heart. His hands cover mine while we stand and stare at each other. This is it. This is everything.

Marco leads me back to the bed and lays me down so gently before kissing his way up my body. I bite my lip and spread my legs wider for him, wanting more of his skin on my skin, wanting to be connected to him in every single way. He settles his hips in between my legs, his hot, heavy cock laying across my slit.

He thrusts his hips, gliding his massive dick along my folds and gathering up my honey. My nerves sizzle and pop each time the head of his cock taps my swollen clit. I swear I could come just from this, but Marco has other ideas.

The tip of his cock nudges into my entrance, only going in a fraction of an inch. Even so, my opening stretches to accommodate his size, a burning sensation tearing through my core and making my muscles tight.

“Relax, baby,” Marco whispers against my lips before kissing me slowly. “I’m a big man, but I promise I’ll go slow. I haven’t been with anyone in almost a decade, never even thought about it, but you, sweet Imogine…” He takes a deep, controlled breath. “You’ve destroyed me in the best way possible. I want to share everything with you, including this. Will you let me?”

The tears in my eyes aren't from pain but an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This muscled, powerful, meticulous man wants me in every single way. "Please," I whisper. "I want you to take me, Marco. All of me."

He presses his forehead to mine and eases in another inch. “Let me in, Imogine. Open up for me and let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

I relax at his words, my tight channel pulsing and sucking his huge length inside me. Marco rubs his nose against mine as he thrusts forward, swallowing my cry by kissing the air out of my lungs. He breathes life into me as he sinks his thick dick into my body.

“Ohmygod, Marco,ohmygod…” I moan, crossing my ankles behind his back in an attempt to keep him there, so deep inside me.

"Fuck," he grits out, burying his face in my neck and biting me there as he slowly withdraws. He slides back inside me, going even further this time, filling me up to the absolute limit before backing out again.

He grunts and snaps his hips, slamming home in one hard thrust. I choke on the scream in my throat and bow my back off the mattress, clawing at his skin as he hammers in and out of me. Each time he hits the end of me, my body jerks as if being electrocuted.

“Don’t… stop…” I breathe as I cling to his trembling body.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls, bending to suck on one of my nipples.

I’m shocked when the tingling sensation is mirrored in my clit, as if a string connects the two. Marco chuckles and bites my nipple, making me buck my hips and take him impossibly deeper. We both groan, getting lost in the way our bodies fit together.

“Do you like that, Imogine? Like when I bite your nipples and fuck this tight little pussy?”

“Oh, fuck… Fuck,yes,” I moan, barely recognizing my own voice.

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