Page 18 of My Captive's Heart
“I… I didn’t know.”He never let it show.
“Of course you didn’t.” I jolt when his hand slips between my thighs from behind, his middle finger grazing my sodden folds. “You’re not going to deny me now, are you?”
My brain short-circuits when his digit dips inside and swirls my wetness around. I clench around nothing.
“Your cunt is begging,” he groans. “It craves me. Needs me. Let me make you come. Let me pound it again, Molly.”
My name on his lips undoes me. “M-Mr. Smith…”
“Fuck! Your sweet voice.” His hips thrust, grinding his rock-hard cock against my bare pussy, while his finger keeps rubbing me harder and faster. “Just the sound of it makes my dick leak.”
It does.
I feel his warm precum drip onto my clit. The broad crown spreads my slit, sliding up and down with each drive of his hips. I fight the ecstasy rolling down my spine as his shaft fits between my pussy lips, fucking me without penetration.
“Mr. Smith!” I gasp as his finger shifts higher to circle my asshole.
“Look how you have me dry humping you like a teenage boy, dirty girl,” he taunts. “Do you like that? I’m going to come just from this. Come all over your pretty pussy.”
“Ooh!”
“Such a waste. I’d rather fuck my cum into you, Molly.”
“Alexander!”
With an expletive, he spurts his release all over me. Holding me still, he grinds and rolls his hips over and over, leaving his fingerprints around my waist from his bruising grip. He leaves me a sopping mess between my legs, his seed trailing down my inner thighs to my knees.
Yet, he’s still fully hard.
His cockhead throbs right against my entrance as he breathes harshly over my mouth. His lips touch mine as he utters through gritted teeth, “Woman, let me fill you.”
Our eyes lock.
My stomach dips when the moonlight strikes over his messy dark blond hair with a hint of silver at the temples. The strands fall on his forehead, giving me the urge to run my fingers through them.
When I first saw Alexander Smith, I thought he was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I had never felt anyone send off such a strong protector vibe.
Even now, after his diabolical stunt, I’m not scared of him.
Not even a little bit.
My fingers flex on his broad shoulders as he exhales roughly, pressing his forehead against mine. Flicking my bottom lip with his tongue, he teases darkly, “Want me totakeagain?”
Circling my entrance with the tip, he slides in.
I open my mouth to stop him. A choking noise escapes instead as another inch of his dick stretches my pussy.
“Mr. Smith… this is… it’s wro?—”
He slaps his palm over my lips, shutting me up.
I tighten my thighs around his hips as he holds me up by the waist with one arm. His strength is low-key turning me on.
“Do you not want this?” He buries another thick inch.
I shake my head, even as I tilt my ass to take him deeper.
How could I crave my boyfriend’s dad?
