Page 79 of Tempt

She swallows hard. “Understood.”

I unzip, then grab her hair. She opens for me, her mouth eager and wet, and I thrust in deep. This is just the start. I’m going to fuck her next. There’s an A to Z encyclopedia of ways to love her in this cage, against this cage. We’re going to explore all of them in time.

But right now, I want to claim her. Fast, hard, rough.

When my cock is as hard as it’s going to get—fucking throbbing—I pull out and kneel in front of her. I kiss her so hard it might feel punishing, but she makes the sweetest sound against my tongue, my lips. So God damned happy to take everything I give her.

“Hold on to the cage,” I growl at her, and lift her by her hips. She gasps and clutches the bars behind her as I plunge into her tender pussy. We fucked earlier, and she’s still swollen from that. I knew this was coming, too, but I was too excited to wait.

Fuck.

Her pussy clenches around me as I bottom out, threatening to milk me before we even begin.

“This is going to be fast,” I warn her. “I need you to come for me.”

She whines.

“That noise isn’t going to keep me from spilling myself inside you before you get there. That noise just makes me want to use you.”

“Please please yes. Use me,” she whispers.

I won’t. Not ever. I’ll make it perfect for her every time, but that’s not the fantasy. I tighten my grip on one hip, and slide the other hand across her belly, over her mound. I love the plump top of her slit, where her clit nestles and gets hard when she’s turned on.

It’s a throbbing bump right now, tall and proud, and slicked up already with her pussy juice. So fucking hot. I rock my thumb left to right, a slow roll that always gives her the pressure she likes. She grinds against the touch and whimpers again.

“Needy girl. Get yourself off, because I’m almost there. My little captive slut. Next time I’ll tie you up so you can’t squirm so much.”

She cries out at that, her whole body clenching up, and I thunder my hips home, fucking into her in three more jerky thrusts before I follow her into an orgasm that makes spots appear in my vision.

“Oh. Sam…” Hazel breathes.

Fuck, yeah. “That’s it.” I’m breathing so hard. “Say my name.”

She laughs. “My cocky beloved. I’ll say your name forever.”

The next morning,I wake up alone. I can smell coffee, but Hazel never gets up before me. Stretching, I go in search of her.

She’s in her cage. She has a big cup of coffee on a little table she’s pulled in there, and she’s writing on her computer. I leave her to it, and go in search of the coffee she’s made.

Maybe I’ll sit on the couch for a while and just watch her being wonderful.

Epilogue

Sam

Christmas, again

The womanacross from me on the train is lost in concentration, hard at work.

It would be rude of me to interrupt her and tell her how beautiful she is. How much she reminds me of my university crush, the secret fantasy that got me through the last term of school when my life was falling apart—the second time, and not the last time.

I really should let my wife get her work done. We have a week of honeymoon ahead of us, after all.

“I can hear your thoughts from here,” she mutters. “I’m almost done.”

“I didn’t say anything.” I grin.

“You didn’t need to. I know I promised no work on this trip, but…”

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