Page 22 of Caged Captain

“Jesus,” Marco grunts, his muscles tensing and flexing as I pick up my pace. He grips my hips and lifts me, positioning me so the head of his cock is at my entrance. My pussy clenches and releases more of my wetness, helping him to slide in easily. “This what you need, baby? Need me to fill you up?”

“Yes. God, Marco…” I breathe, moaning as my tight channel stretches to accommodate him. I feel every vein and ridge of his dick as he enters me. It feels so damn good to be connected like this, to be completed in a way only Marco can provide.

My hands move on their own, tangling in my hair as I stretch my body out for his pleasure. He groans and sucks on my neck as his hands slide up my back to grip my shoulders. He presses my body down on his as he grinds his thick cock against me, hitting my clit just right.

I jerk and tremble in his embrace, gasping for air when he pushes me right to the edge. Marco trails his fingers back down my spine, gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks apart as he starts to fuck up into my pulsing cunt.

“Love feeling you, Imogine. Love your sexy fucking body,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe and causing me to shudder in his arms.

“Mmhm,” is all I can manage to say, too lost in the sensation of his cock scraping along my walls and hitting every pleasure point inside me.

My orgasm blooms deep in my core, throbbing outward and seizing my muscles. My joints lock up, and I suck in a breath, bracing myself for what’s to come. I squeeze my pussy aroundhim and roll my hips in jerky motions, needing to come so bad it hurts.

Marco senses my urgency, cupping the back of my neck and drawing me down for a heated kiss. He pulls my bottom lip through his teeth before diving in, tangling his tongue with mine as he bounces me off his cock. He tilts his hips and hits that one spot that drives me crazy. Over and over he hammers into me until the coil snaps and I cry out my orgasm. Pure pleasure slams into me, overwhelming my senses as I writhe and whimper and get completely swept away by my release.

When I open my eyes, I’m lying on my back, Marco hovering over me and staring at me with a hunger so fierce it makes my cunt contract again, despite my intense orgasm. He growls and begins moving again, his dick still buried deep inside me.

He builds us both up with slow, measured rolls of his hips. His need is palpable, but he’s being so gentle with me, sliding in and out, again and again, never breaking eye contact.

Marco cups my face with one hand, wiping away a tear I didn’t know was there. He kisses the spot before burying his face into the side of my neck.

“I love you,” he murmurs, nuzzling into me as we make love. That’s exactly what this is. It’s intense, but in a different way than we’ve been together previously. Everything is heightened, our bodies tangling together as much as our souls.

“Marco,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”

His dick twitches at my words, making me moan. I love that he’s as turned on by my words as he is my body. I’ll never get enough of this man.

Marco slides one hand between my back and the mattress, pressing me closer to him, needing as much of me as possible. His touch leaves a trail of fire and awareness as he grazes his fingertips over my ass and grips my thigh. He spreads me openeven wider and hooks his hand behind my knee, lifting it and changing the angle.

I gasp and whimper as he hits me so damn deep. My nails dig into his biceps as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, going deeper with every thrust. Each time he reaches the end of me, I jerk and spasm, electricity flowing through my veins and sparking a fire deep in my core. Flames lick at my nerves as my moans turn into cries of pleasure, torture, bliss, and an almost painful need for release.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his hips stuttering as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, I feel you, baby. Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”

I nod and whimper, my body trembling as I take everything he’s giving me. Liquid heat erupts from my core, spilling out of me, making me convulse in his arms as I come around his cock.

Marco grunts and snaps his hips against mine, fucking me roughly as I fall apart. I can’tbreathe, he’s so deep, so thick, and feels so mind-numbingly incredible. I thought my pleasure had peaked, but I spasm around him again when he unleashes his cum inside me. He grunts out his orgasm, grinding his dick down as it jerks and spasms, coating my pussy with his release.

His lips find mine, and he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, swallowing down my moans and sucking the air out of my lungs. He breaks the kiss, only to scrape his teeth down the side of my neck, across my collarbone, over my breast, and down my torso.

“Wh-what are you…?”

My question is cut off when he settles between my thighs and licks my pussy. I gasp and moan loudly, my body moving on its own to grind against his face. My pussy feels raw and swollen and so damn sensitive from the orgasms I’ve already had, yet each stroke of his tongue brings me closer, closer, closer to another release.

He growls as he licks up our combined juices. It’s so dirty, so fucking filthy. And that only turns me on more. Marco spears his tongue into my entrance, massaging my walls and driving me insane.

My thighs snap around his head when he turns his attention to my clit, sucking on the over sensitized bundle of nerves. I twist in his grip and bow my back off the bed, only to have him spread his hand out over my lower belly and push me back down onto the mattress. He keeps his hand there, creating a delicious pressure that radiates from my core.

I fist the sheets as my orgasm claws at my insides, tearing its way out and wringing pleasure from every cell in my body. Marco growls into my pussy, never letting up, using his tongue and teeth expertly to keep me at my peak for so damn long.

I’m shaking and sweating and whimpering his name over and over, unable to escape the brutal bliss overwhelming me. An intense, all-consuming pressure tugs at my lower belly. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m almost afraid of what’s happening to me. My hands tangle in Marco’s hair, gripping and twisting the strands, needing him to anchor me here on earth.

Another stronger, wild orgasm threatens to end me completely, even as my body is still reeling from the previous one. Every muscle draws up tight, my joints locking, my breath frozen in my lungs. Time stands still, waiting, watching as I surrender to the pleasure Marco is bringing me.

All at once, everything inside me unravels. I gush for him, an embarrassing amount of wetness leaving me as I scream and thrash almost violently.

“Christ,” he grunts, lapping up every last drop. “Jesus Christ,” he repeats, his breathing ragged. “You squirted all over me, baby. So fucking hot.”

I can't do anything except whimper and melt into the mattress, all the strength draining from my body. I’m vaguely aware of Marco leaving the bed, hardly registering when he cleans me with a damp washcloth.

---