Page 57 of My Captive's Heart
“Uncuff me, Molly.”
I inch back, shaking my head. “Tell me something.”
“What?”
“What if I had a different fantasy that night? Would you have still switched places with Matt?”
His gaze grows heavy with curiosity. “Yes.”
“Do you not want to know what the fantasy is first?”
“As long as it’s with you and makes you happy, my answer will always be yes.”
“What if—” I roam my lips down his neck to his flat nipple, lashing it with my tongue. “—I told you that—” Licking my way down his six-pack abs, I flick his crown and move lower. “—I want to fuck you—” I push my tongue against his ass. “—here.”
Our gazes lock, his encompassing feral lust.
“Would you let me, Alex?”
“Yes,” he utters in a heartbeat.
“Prove it.”
He clenches as I press a finger against his tight hole. “Fuck Daddy’s ass, Molly.”
My pussy tightens with need, thrill shooting down my spine. Sliding off the bed, I go to the nightstand. He watches as I pull out lube, a dildo, and a strap-on.
“Are you sure?”
He flashes me a dirty grin. “Better make it good.”
Such a daring man. I climb between his legs. He bends his knees, spreading them. I uncap the lube when he tsks.
“Use your mouth and spit first.”
A flush races up to my face as I part his cheeks and spit onto his asshole. I rub it all over him with my tongue, rimming him once. He inhales roughly at the sensation. I know exactly what he’s feeling from the countless times he’s fucked my ass.
“Loosen me up with your fingers,” he commands.
I scoop lube onto my hand before pushing my middle finger into his virgin ass. I’ve never had the upper hand over him. He’s always the dominant one. So, to witness him willingly give up control and be vulnerable with me, I’m dizzy with arousal and fall harder for him.
He stretches around my knuckle as I slowly start to fuck him. I add another digit, scissoring him. So tight and warm. His grunts rise in volume.
After toying with him for a few more minutes, I pick up the strap-on and lace it around my waist and hips. Attaching the lubed dildo, I poise the tip against his ass.
“Now, Molly,” he growls. “Take what you need.”
Digging my fingers in his thighs, I thrust carefully. When I find resistance, I instantly stop.
“Keep going,” he grits out.
I take in the stress on his handsome face. Underneath it, there’s potent lust and dark thrill. He’s loving this. When I thrust again, I grab his cock and stroke hard.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Squeezing the angry purple tip, I force past the tight ring of muscles. Alexander gasps, biting his lip. I tease his balls and slip another inch. And another. And then some more. Until I’m seated inside his ass.
The sight of him impaled with a fake cock elicits a throb in my clit.
