Page 37 of My Captive's Heart
There’s no containing the blush blossoming on my cheeks as my fantasy comes true. Circling him at the base, I wrap my lips around the crown. A moan climbs up my throat when I taste our combined arousal. He inhales sharply as I roll my tongue around his slit, craving more of it.
His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my face up. “Eyes on Daddy while you suckle him.”
My thighs press together at the soothing timbre in his voice. I place my palm on his opposite leg and let his dick chase away the troubling thoughts. Somehow, he doesn’t make all my secret desires feel shameful.
I can no longer blame my reaction to him on coercion and deception. While it may have begun with both, I’m afraid it’s morphing into something else. Accepting it will mean I have to accept another truth.
I’m cheating on Matt.
It drowns me in guilt.
However, not enough to stop me from craving Alexander. Or bring clarity about who I’m going to choose when the seven days are up.
I wakeup with his cock still inside my mouth. Blinking away the sleep, my eyes clash with his piercing blues.
He’s staring at me possessively.
Neither of us says a word as his hard shaft pulses on my tongue. I don’t want to let go of him yet. The velvety feel of him is so soothing and… naughty.
“Can’t get enough?” he teases.
I shake my head, lightly sucking on him.
He brushes his fingers through my strands that are sticking to my temple. I trace random patterns and lines on his thigh while swirling my tongue around his cockhead. A hum rises in my throat as he leaks precum. I gulp it down eagerly.
He shivers beneath my palm.
I swallow him deeper. Caressing his rock-hard abs, I bob my head up and down. I’m thirsty for his salty cum.
He tastes too fucking good.
“Someone woke up hungry,” he groans, lifting his hips to lazily thrust inside my mouth. “Bring me your pussy to feast on, sweet thing.”
Yanking me off him, he drags me up his body in a sixty-nine position. Roughly pulling me down, his mouth attacks my cunt. He lets loose an animalistic growl at my taste, turning me on.
I latch onto his dick, sucking and licking along his girth. I ignore the ache in my jaw as he stretches my lips and throat wider than they have ever been.
Nipping my folds, my clit, with his teeth, his fingers shift to my plugged ass. Tonguing my slit, he draws out the toy halfway before shoving it back in.
I moan at the wicked sensation. The vibration makes his cock jerk and swell inside my throat, gagging me.
My focus turns into smoke when he fucks both my ends with the anal plug and his tongue. It’s like we’re in a race to see who can bring the other to orgasm first.
I should let him win.
He did deny me an orgasm earlier.
As if he’s attuned to my inner devious thoughts, he viciously slows down his efforts. His strokes become gentler, his tongue less eager.
“Are you trying to steal an orgasm, little brat?” he taunts, grazing me with his teeth.
“Please,” I purr, jerking him with my fist. “I’ve been good, Sheriff Smith.”
Another bead of precum drips from his purple crown. I lap it up.
“Let’s see just how good you can be.”
Slapping my ass, he makes me kneel over him. I look over my shoulder to catch him lifting something from the nightstand.
