Page 36 of My Captive's Heart
“Ah… n-not fair.”
“If only you knew what unfair is,” I taunt. “You will not come. You’re nothing but a warm hole for my cock.”
Her body sags forward in defeat, but I twist the leash and hold her up, ruthlessly pounding into her tight cunt. I avoid stimulating her clit, denying her the orgasm her pussy is coiled for.
My own orgasm travels up my dick, making my balls pull taut. “I’m going to fill you up, Molly. Fill you to the brim with my seed.”
“N-no, Alexander,” she utters in panic.
“I can’tnotbreed you.”
“You can’t get me pregnant.”
My rhythm doesn’t even break as I imagine her belly swollen with my child. It’s too late for her to stop me now. “You should’ve thought about that before saying yes to being my prisoner. You don’t dictate the terms now.”
“Please,” she half moans, half begs.
“You’ll have a piece of me even when you go back to my son,” I grit out, my thrusts turning uneven. “Better fuck him as soon as you see him or he’ll know another man knocked you up.”
“ALEX!”
Burying myself deep, I release my cum inside her womb. Her pussy has no choice but to milk every single drop.
THIRTEEN
MOLLY
As soon ashe finishes inside me, he pulls out. I lay on the floor in a heap, unable to believe he didn’t listen to me. The proof trails down my inner thighs.
Yet I can’t muster half the anger I should feel.
It boggles me.
He opens the cage and steps inside. Turning me over, he picks me up against his chest and carries me to the bed inside. His steps cause the butt plug to jostle inside my ass, reminding me of its presence.
When he sits down, I think he’s going to remove it.
He doesn’t.
Leaning against the headboard, he lies me sideways between his spread thighs. His intention for the position dawns when he rests my head on his abs and nudges his dick against my lips.
“Take me in your mouth, little bird.”
My treacherous pussy quivers at his command. I know exactly what he’s asking. It isn’t to give him head. It’s for me.
Topacifyme.
With his cock.
A kink I wrote about exploring in my diary. I recall reading a scene in my spicy romance book where the older mountain man calmed down the shy city girl after claiming her virginity mercilessly.
It made me so wet that I masturbated to it.
The man in my head—none other than Alexander Smith.
I almost forgot about this desire after I began dating Matt. Of course, my boyfriend never ignited the need.
His father, however, did.
