Page 68 of The Captain's Bounty
She didn’t think twice. She dropped, the sexiness of submitting herself before him making her nipples swell and her clit throb. She was face-level with his crotch and her mouth was watering. She could taste him already. She could feel the strain in her jaw as she hungrily watched as he unfastened his belt.
He took it off, but didn’t toss it away. He looped it, wrapping it around her neck instead, seizing the buckle in his hand, the backs of his fingers warm against the nape of her neck as he held the tightness of his impromptu collar around her throat.
“Take my cock in your mouth.”
Her heart wasn’t pounding this hard while she stood waiting in the hatchway for everything to go wrong. Her belly was tight, her pussy pulsing and weeping, every nerve in her body singing the way only his nearness could make them do.
She tore at the remaining fastenings of his pants. The intimate masculine scent of him only made her hungrier. She yanked his pants only far enough down his thighs to be out of her way. The hard strength of his thighs was under her hands as she caressed him. She licked, the half-erect length of his cock rising to life beneath her nuzzling kisses and teasing flicks of her tongue. He was growing right before her eyes and already he was bigger than she could comfortably take into her mouth. She triedanyway, opening as wide as she could, taking him all the way into the back of her throat.
He groaned through tightly pressed lips, his grip tightening on the back of her neck as she licked and sucked, and bobbed upon the length of his cock until taking him any deeper choked her. She gagged, and quickly pulled back, but he only widened his stance, braced his legs against the wall, tightened his grip on his belt. He forced her to take him deep again, until the prodding of his cock hit the back of throat and refused to go any further. Until her bobbing head became rhythmic thrusting. Until her jaw ached and her eyes teared, and the back of her throat began to feel bruised.
His growl of intense pleasure made it more than worth it.
His growl made it everything. She closed her eyes, making herself nothing more than the sheath that he fucked, gradually forcing himself deeper and deeper until her nose was almost to his belly and she couldn’t breathe at all.
He held her there for only a moment before yanking out. She gulped air, swiping her wrist across her lips, her mouth still watering for that salty taste he’d denied her.
“Up,” he ordered, pulling on the belt.
She scrambled to her feet, only to find herself being shoved up against the wall. The heat of his mouth caught her ear even as his hands cupped her breasts, molding them in his palms, caressing before squeezing, rolling her nipples in gentle fingers before plucking, tweaking, pinching.
Grabbing her head, he abruptly bent her over, pulling her hips back and kicking her feet until her legs were braced apart. She needed no other wetness. She could feel it spilling from her when his fingers parted her, an instant before the up and down sweep of his cock took their place.
She gasped, braced for a hard thrust, but he didn’t. He sank into her with agonizing slowness, penetrating deeper anddeeper, stretching her with impossible fullness until she cried out.
He withdrew, only to repeat the slow, deep, penetrating torment over and over, and over again. He pushed hard, grinding to get deeper, needing to feel all of her against all of him.
The ship rocked when it jumped again, throwing her up against the wall, flattening him into her.
He began to thrust, taking her in long, hard strokes that left no part of her untouched. His hand was on her neck, so was the collar of his belt. His other was on her hip, holding her steady as he took her, guiding her as she in growing desperation began to match his movements.
His hand shifted, the press of his thumb moving down between her buttocks until it covered the rim of the wrong entrance. His cock was stretching her, pounding her, fucking her with every ounce of mastery in his hard body. His thumb stretched her too, seeking entrance to a place she’d only ever let one other go. That had been good. This was better.
She came to the slow penetration of his thumb and the hard pounding of his cock. He worked her open, without pausing to ask permission, without hesitation, wringing every nuance of pleasure from her and leaving her legs shaking so badly she didn’t know how they stayed under her.
She came again to the synchrony of his cock and thumb both fucking her in tandem. Slow at first, then deeper, then harder.
“Is there any part of you you would not give me?” he demanded.
“No!” she cried, and then almost burst into tears when she felt his cock and thumb both leave her. She thrust her hips back, offering herself completely, welcoming the nudge of his cock as he realigned to himself against the dusky rim of her ass and the pinch of pain that followed when he pushed. He took her slowlyhere too, stretching her open, forcing her body to yield to him until he could go no deeper, until the pain vanished behind a deeper, hotter, pulsing ache.
“Yes,” she sighed, as he began to move. Slowly at first.
“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against him. It was like the shower all over again, only this time, he didn’t hold back. She’d never felt closer to a man, so beautiful or coveted as when he grabbed her hair, shoving her flat up against the wall as he hugged her to his chest. He held her tightly, his hot breaths burning the side of her neck as he fucked her, bit her, clapped his hand over her pussy and made it forever his.
She was forever his.
She came to that certainty. So did he, those last few thrusts given as hard as he could to enjoyment of them both.
“I am so glad I didn’t sell you,” he murmured behind her ear.
Breathless, she laughed.
The data-comm beeped twice.
“I think we’re safe,” Cory’s voice said over the speakers.
Bruwes didn’t move, apart from rolling his head toward her to press another heated kiss against the nape of her neck.
