Page 26 of My Captive's Heart
“…So much so that I touch myself every night to thoughts of him. I pretend it’s his fingers spreading my thighs and pushing into my pussy. I imagine his sinful face, his stubbled jaw brushing against my skin as he puts his mouth on me. Forcing me to ride it until I drench him in my cum…”
I scramble into motion and jump off the bed, ready to snatch it back. I never make contact and find myself face down on his lap. “Hey?—”
Smack!
Holding me down with an arm on my back, he recites another entry over my squirming body. His deep, gravelly voice eliciting goosebumps. “I’ve never been a violent person, but I damn near turned into one after watching Mrs. Kathy drape herself over Mr. Smith at the barbecue…”
“Stop reading!”
He doesn’t.
“…The only reason I held myself in check was because Mr. Smith didn’t give in to her advances and kept brushing her off politely. His gentlemanliness is another one of his sexy qualities. I know I have no claim on him.” He pauses to speak to me. “You have from the moment we met.” Then he continues. “But I still couldn’t help but feel jealous and hurt. I wish I didn’t have feelings for him. I’m too young for him. Plus, he’s my best friend’s dad. I could never betray Matt like that. Why, oh why, did I have to be attracted to him?”
My cheeks burn as I lie still. I know each entry I wrote about him late at night. From every little, innocuous, and heartwarming interaction we had. I secretly pined over him for three years before giving up on the fantasy. There were too many obstacles in our path. The major one being that he never gave any hints about his feelings for me.
So, I made myself content with the fantasy of him.
Now, eight years later, he wants me to become his? End my relationship with Matt? His own son? How dare he reciprocate those feelings now that my life is running smoothly?
He’s putting doubts in my head.
“What is it you were saying?” he taunts, tossing the diary to the bed. Skating a hand up my thigh, he lifts the hoodie to reveal my ass. “That you don’t want to be mine? Still going to lie to me, Molly?”
“I l-love Matt.”
Spank!“Nowhere close to how much you love me.”
“Untrue.”
Spank!“Liar.”
“I am no?—”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
I drip onto his thighs, mindlessly humping them to relieve the ache in my clit. He spreads his legs, cruelly putting a stop to it.
Or so I think.
Running a finger down the crack of my ass, he trails it down to my slick folds and hums in satisfaction. Tormenting me with a slow brush of the pad of his finger, he draws out more of my arousal. “Am I touching you like you wished in your dreams, my beautiful liar? My hands on your flesh? Playing with your tight pussy?”
Swiping from the top of my clit to my asshole, he strokes me teasingly. “Is this enough? Or do you need more? I can shower you with orgasms all night long if you admit the truth, little bird.”
I bite down on my lip hard not to give in to his lure again. Only for his touch to disappear and come cracking down on my ass punishingly. “Ahh!”
“Such.”Smack!“A.”Smack!“Stubborn.”Smack!“Brat.”
“Stop!” I cry out, stinging and burning like hell. “No more.”
Hauling me upright, he picks me up and throws me down on the bed. I bounce as he climbs in after me and wrenches my thighs apart. Fitting his broad shoulders between them, he takes a long swipe of my pussy.
“Mmmff!” Fuck! His tongue brings both bliss and torture.
I’ve never felt so sensitive and swollen.
Digging his hands into my skin, he drags his tongue over my slit at a maddening pace, heightening the ecstasy shooting in my veins. Dipping, swirling, licking so thoroughly that I arch toward his mouth.
He pulls back, blowing on my pussy until I clench. “Your soaked cunt is telling a different story, Molly. Chasing my tongue and lips like it can’t get enough of it.”
