Page 38 of My Captive's Heart
Is it another butt plug?
I tremble.
He catches me staring and narrows his eyes. “Did I tell you to stop sucking Daddy’s cock?”
“Sorry, Daddy.” I deep throat him. My rhythm stutters at the cold lube spreading over my asshole after he removes the plug. I earn a hard smack on my pussy.
A round and metallic object presses against my ass, easily popping inside. My eyes widen when a second and slightly bigger one follows.
Oh god!
He’s using anal beads.
“Alex,” I whimper around the third ball stretching my walls.
“Why are you crying, little bird?” he taunts. “Didn’t you want to come? I’m obliging your wish. I’m going to make you orgasm harder than you ever have.”
The fourth bead makes me sweat and cry in pleasurable pain.
Fuck! I’ve never been this full and aroused.
Hating and loving it at the same time.
“No more, Daddy.” I clench, making the beads rub against my nerve endings. An electric current jolts my entire body.
“One more.”
Relentlessly, he shoves the fifth and biggest bead home. I slump down on his body, no longer able to hold myself up. Flipping me over, he raises my ass and covers my mound with his lips.
My back bows as I scream at the onslaught of sensations attacking me from everywhere. He eats me out like a madman. A starving beast. Kissing my sex with his tongue and lips, like he does my mouth.
The beads bump and rub against each other, turning me delirious with euphoria.
If he asks me to hold back this tim?—
“Give Daddy your cream,” he groans, flicking my clit repeatedly. “Come all over my face.”
With a tug, he pulls out the beads.
“Ahh!” I splinter into pieces, shouting his name, “Alex! Yes! Oh, Daddy!”
My body is manhandled flat on the mattress, my thighs wrenched apart, and a thick cock savagely spears my spasming cunt. My walls constrict around Alexander, accommodating his huge shaft as he pistons inside me.
“Look at me,” he roars.
I meet his half-mast gaze through blurry eyes, becoming lost in their depths. He looks deranged with lust, possession, and heat darkening his ruggedly handsome face.
Falling over my heaving chest, he fuses his cum-soaked lips with mine. I part my mouth wide, letting his tongue invade and kiss the hell out of me.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pull him closer and twirl my tongue with his.
Our kiss is sloppy, crazed, and filthy.
“You’re mine,” he growls, slamming hard inside me. “Your lips. Your cunt. Your ass. Your tits. Every inch of you is mine, Molly.”
“Fuck me harder.”
Pulling out all the way to the tip, he shunts forward viciously.
