Page 27 of My Captive's Heart
I pant harshly, squirming on a precipice. Too mindless with desire to answer him.
Thrusting two fingers inside, he curls and caresses me. “Is this how you wanted me to finger you? Should I add another, filthy girl? Maybe fuck you with my whole fist.”
I clench around him in fear and…wicked craving.
He fills me with three fingers, pushing them to the knuckles and stretching.
“Alex!”
“Beg.” He hovers above my center, holding me on the knife’s edge. “Say ‘Please lick my pussy, Sheriff Smith’.”
I shake my head.
Another finger joins in, stretching me to capacity. My back bows off the bed. “Too much. Please. Oh fuck!”
“Beg or I give you another finger.”
“Please lick my pussy, Sheriff Smith.”
“Good girl.” His mouth descends on top of my clit, sucking it softly. His fingers slam into my cunt faster and rougher. “Come, sweet thing. Drench Daddy’s tongue with your cum.”
I lose my fight, climaxing hard with a shout.
He growls as my fingers tug his hair, and he keeps eating me out with vigor.
Stars tunnel in and out of my vision, and my entire body jerks as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from me. The overdose of euphoria sends me into a deep slumber.
TEN
ALEXANDER
Fixingmy Molly a plate of breakfast with all of her favorite food and a cup of black coffee, I carry the tray to her room in the basement.
She should be up by now.
I pushed her too far last night. The adrenaline and the spooky atmosphere brought out my animalistic side. One she thoroughly enjoyed.
Today, I intend to give her body a rest.
She’s fast asleep under the covers. I had slipped the hoodie off her after she passed out from the orgasm. Sleeping with her against my chest all night long was the best sleep I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I felt whole.
Setting the tray on the nightstand, I sit beside her and brush away the strands clinging to her cheek and forehead. At my caress, the slight frown between her brows vanishes. She leans into my palm, spreading warmth through my chest.
If only she didn’t fight me with every breath while she were awake.
Once she’s up, I know I’m in for a fiery rainstorm.
As though she can sense my presence, she shifts onto her back, pushing the blanket to her waist. Her heavy breasts fill my sight. Under my attention, her pink little nipples pucker into hard points.
I clench and unclench my fists to restrain myself from flicking them with my tongue. Despite fucking her countless times, I’ve yet to explore every curve of her body.
Such a damn shame. One I’ll rectify soon.
Stroking her cheek with my knuckle, I murmur, “Wake up, little bird.”
Attuned to my commanding voice, her long eyelashes flutter open, bewitching me with her striking green eyes. As inviting and soulful as a lush forest.
