Page 15 of Caged Captain

I slide my hands up her legs and grip her hips, holding her above my aching cock.

“Ask me nicely,” I growl.

“Let me ride your big fat cock,please.”

“Fucking Christ,” I mutter. She has no idea what she does to me. “Use me, baby girl. Use me for your pleasure.”

Imogine drops down on me in one swift motion, making us both cry out.

“Take it slow, sweetheart. You have to be sore,” I choke out, though it takes every ounce of strength not to rut into her.

“I’m okay,” she reassures me. “I need it. I need you. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“I’m right there with you.”

I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass, helping her grind down on me until she finds what feels good. Imogine braces herself with a hand on either side of my head, placing her delicious tits right in my face. I suck on her breasts and bite her nipples while she rolls her hips and fucks me with everything she has.

“Marco! Oh, fuck…”

Imogine tenses and buries her head in my neck as her entire body goes still. Then, all at once, she loses control, her body spasming around me. She bites my neck and fucking gushes all over me, her release dripping down my balls.

I grab her ass, pull her cheeks apart, and fuck up into her, grunting each time I hit home. Imogine cries out, and a fresh wave of wetness coats me as she comes again, her pussy choking the life out of my dick.

With a roar, I shoot my load deep inside her, filling her so full that it leaks out of her pussy. The bed is a fucking mess, sloppy with our combined orgasms, which only makes everything that much hotter.

Imogine takes a shuddering breath and goes limp in my arms, her little heart beating so fast in her chest. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as we both come back to earth. Moments later, she’s snoring softly, making me smile with how thoroughly I fucked her.

I’m not sure how much time passes as I cycle in and out of sleep, but something wakes me completely. I blink a few times, getting my bearings. My cell phone vibrates from where I left it on the bedside table, which must have been what woke me.

I grab the phone so it doesn’t wake Imogine up. When I see Aurelio’s name flash across the screen, I know I have to take the call. Carefully untangling myself from my sweet, sexy girl, I throw on a pair of sweats and head to the living room.

“Everything okay, Boss?” I ask, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. It’s only six-thirty in the morning, which means this must be important.

“The detectives were at the club last night,” he says, putting me on edge.

“Eclipse?” I clarify.

“Yes. Our man on the inside said they were talking about your date. Enrico filled me in about the fake girlfriend being your cover, but something happened last night.”

I furrow my brow, not sure what he’s talking about. If anything, that kiss last night should have solidified that we’re ina legit relationship. We definitely are now. Nothing could keep me away from Imogine after what we shared.

“Nothing happened. I met with Grayson, renewed our deal, and took Imogine back to my place.” I didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s out there now.

“Who is this woman to you, Marco? A cover? Something more?”

I start to say something but then stop myself. How do I even begin to answer that? I need to have this conversation with Imogine before announcing it to Aurelio.

“Your silence is loud and clear,” he mutters. “You were distracted and got sloppy last night. Trying to rush things along, I assume?”

“What do you mean?” My heart races, waking me up even more.

“They saw the exchange of money,” he explains.

“That’s not proof of anything,” I reply.

“It was enough for them to question Grayson about the interaction.”

“Theywhat?” I pace in front of the couch, running a hand through my hair and tugging at the strands.

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