Page 50 of Keeping The Virgin

As he dips into me with his head, I make a yes sound. He does it again and…

Yes…yes…yes…

“You’re not supposed to be telling me anything,” he growls as he keeps dry fucking me, but just barely, just enough to make the pressure expand inside me again, building up for another wave of ecstasy.

I slowly realize that there was a strained note in his voice that I recognize—need for me, and only me.

My temperature rises even higher. Heat pushes out against my belly, steaming and pushing me to a place that’s going to blow my mind.

I can’t wait.

Suddenly, Cage hauls me back from the counter, and I blindly gasp, not knowing what to hold onto, not knowing what the hell is next. But I want it. Want it badly. The anticipation adds another layer to my desperation for him, and the beating pressure inside me turns into a fierce banging.

Cage swings me around, and I feel my back against the wall right before he tears off the rest of my clothing, leaving me bared to him. He lifts me higher against the wall, and I hook my legs around his waist as he latches his mouth onto my breast, desperately sucking, tonguing me and swirling around my tip until I’m pulling at his hair because of the sensations and the messy, erotic sounds we’re making.

Can’t see, but I can hear…can feel…and that feeling is pushing me and pushing me.

The blindfold is still firmly in place, and I want to pull it off so I can see him working my breasts with his mouth. Hearing him is bad enough, so is feeling him, but I want to see the madness in his gaze, the darkness. I want to see him dominating me as I let him do anything he wants.

I can feel his hand undoing his trousers now, and I know the minute his cock springs free, because he steadies me against the wall, then rams into me, stiff and hard. I yowl with aching rapture as I immediately explode for him, wet and wonderful and clawing at him so he doesn’t stop…never want him to stop…

He fucks me, grunting in primal passion with every thrust, lording it over me as I hang on and ask for more and more, yes and yes and please and please…

I’m reeling head-on toward another blind, brutal orgasm when Cage growls even louder than before, then stiffens, coming into me first, saturating me with hot cum during every blast. I pull at his hair, right on the edge of my own climax.

Just as I feel like I’m about to bust open, he jerks the blindfold off of me, and the slam of light combines with the crash of passion that completely takes me over—light, heat, wet. I give full voice to my release, my eyes finally focusing as I look at Cage watching me with his own naked gaze. I come and come, cry and cry until I’m so weak that I start slipping down the wall, satiated, a bad girl who did good.

Real good.

As he keeps his gaze on mine, I see that he does feel something for me, and I cling to him, never wanting to let go. This is it—the moment when he’s going to drop all his defenses and tell me how he really feels about me. I’ve seen it in him. I know it’s there.

No more hiding.

But, gradually, I feel his muscles tense, and as he lets me slide all the way down the wall, everything in me sinks—my stomach, my heart, my soul. It’s all falling.

After he makes sure I’m not going to crumble, he does what he always does—puts himself back in his pants then pushes back his hair from his face. But he doesn’t go anywhere.

There’s a moment of hope. I think he’s about to say something.

Will he?

Please?

But then he only withdraws once again, turning away from me and leaving the bathroom.

Once again acting as if I don’t exist.

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