Page 25 of Capture
Her eyebrows cocked. “When I was a kid. Was that what you intended to say? You don’t remember me from when I was a kid? I was sixteen.”
She seemed surprised, but what did she expect? She was Lars' foster kid. Why would I take any notice of her? Kids were more of an annoyance that got in the way of our objectives.
“Sixteen is still a kid,” I murmured.
I was fixated on those plump lips moving as she spoke, as I imagined them wrapped around my cock. As her hand rubbed faster over my length, I claimed her mouth and kissed her hard, before pulling away and standing over her again.
She knew exactly what to do. Like a good girl, she took my cock in her mouth as I twirled a clump of her dark hair around my hand like rope, pushing her head into me.
My head fell backwards as I let out an elated gasp while my hips rolled, loving her soft, warm mouth moving up and down, rose lips clamped down. Three years. Three fucking years since I had a woman suck me off. It seemed fitting that the first girl I chose to take my cock in every hole when I got out of prison was the girl who put me in there.
Weirdly, that seemed like the perfect equation and the ultimate discipline for her to be my slave. “Slave,” I whispered. “My fucking slave. You owe me. You fucking owe me.”
My cock was filling every space in her mouth, so she was unable to respond, and I didn’t care what she had to say anyway.
“I'm going to keep you in here as my fucking pet,” I growled, closing my eyes and sinking into the zone. “My fucking pet slave. You’ll find your freedom only when I’m done with you, then I’ll toss you out.”
I tightened my grip on her hair, pushing my cock deeper and holding it there, and when the choking noises came, I went a little further before pulling out altogether.
Her eyes widened in shock as her hand went to her throat, and she coughed a little. A slice of sympathy coiled in my stomach, but I quickly ignored it when I remembered the smell in theprison cell when an inmate vomited or pissed in the corner, or some other revolting act.
My cock was dripping in her saliva and my pre-cum, a hard rod glistening and hungry.
“Turn over onto your stomach,” I demanded, eager to finish inside of her.
She hesitated as the fear returned to her sky-blue eyes, and I knew she didn’t trust me with her back turned. Even though I didn’t blame her for hesitating, I wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation about her feelings. The feelings and emotions of a liar were irrelevant to me.
“Don’t hurt me,” she breathed as her words were caught in her throat.
“Hurt you? I’m gonna fuck you hard. Whether my cock hurts you is your problem,” I snarled. “Now roll over onto your stomach.”
“Where are you going to put it?” she asked, still unmoving, infuriating me.
Then I realized she was concerned that I was going to slide into her tight hole. That thought had crossed my mind, but I wanted her warm, wet pussy because it’d been three years since my cock had been in one. And it was her pussy that I wanted. Not a high-class prostitute, or a random from Tinder, but this blue-eyed liar before me.
“In your pussy,” I told her sternly, raising my voice as a door slammed down the hall. Paying clients received the best treatment possible, while I had my slave imprisoned under their noses.
She exhaled, brushed her hair back, then did as I ordered, turning over onto her stomach. “I haven’t had anyone in my anus,” she told me.
“I need special lube for that,” I educated her, surprised that Gunner hadn’t gone there. “I want my enemy’s pussy.”
“Your enemy?” she questioned, speaking into her pillow.
“We’re not friends, are we?” I hissed at her, but her cute ass cheeks looking up at me chilled my anger—a perfect little mound of flawless flesh.
To tease her, I leaned over and slid my cock between her butt cheeks as she cried out, “I thought you weren’t going to do that.”
“I’m not. Hush. No talking. I don’t want to hear the little liar’s voice when I’m fucking her,” I stated as I rolled my hips, moving faster between her butt cheeks as the tip of my cock was shiny with my pre-cum.
I slipped my hands under her hips to tug her bottom half off the bed, and she naturally bent her knees, which was what I wanted. That sweet ass was beckoning, and I pushed my length into her sodden pussy in one go, extracting a gasp from her mouth buried into her pillow.
Her pussy clamped down around my cock, urging me to thrust in deep, then pull out in long, slow movements. Her butt pushed against my balls as cute sighs and moans sailed into the air, as the knuckles on her hands turned white as she gripped her pillow. Cheek pressed into her pillow, mouth parted, body jolted with every powerful thrust.
Pulling out almost all the way again, then slowly slamming my cock hard into her soaking core. Then again. Pulling out most of the way before drilling back into her body.
It felt like fucking heaven.Shefelt like fucking heaven.
After a few more times at this agonizingly slow pace of long strokes and forceful plunges where moans and soft sighs exuded the room, I increased my pace.
