Page 9 of My Captive's Heart
Setting a ruthless pace, he steals the air from my lungs.
I try not to rock back against his hand. I truly try. But I can’t help it.
The intensity is too rapturous not to.
“Fuck!” I curse. Oh-so close to falling over the edge.
He stops.
“No!” The denial is for him to keep going. But we pretend it’s a part of the scene. “You can still let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
The sound of his zipper lowering fills the air, crackling the tension between us.
Dirt cakes my cheek and small rocks bite into my skin, bound to leave scratches. Yet I couldn’t care less. I want a souvenir of this night. To remember it for days to come, every time I stare in the mirror.
Spreading my thighs as far as they’d go, the velvety head of his cock rubs my folds. His precum mixes with my juices as he trails his length up and down my slit. Spreading me. Exposing my clit. Teasing my pussy.
“Don’t do this.” His dick pulses at my scared tone. “Please. Don’t put it in me.”
Put. It. In. Me.
As if he can hear my thoughts, I hear the rise in his breathing. Our slickness is driving him to the brink of insanity.
My hole clenches, aching to be filled.
Pounded.
Tamed.
“Please.” I push back against his hand that’s gripping the roots of my hair. He notches the fat crown at my opening. “Don’t.”
He drives into my cunt to the hilt.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
How the hell did he become so huge?
My walls feel split in half as though I’ve been impaled by a searing hot bat. Pleasurable pain wrenches a loud cry from my throat. My brain scrambles as he growls low and deep.
Actually fucking growls.
Like a dangerous animal.
The shock of it terrifies me enough to try to escape by flailing against his unforgiving grip. Grunting a noise of displeasure, he seizes my waist and slams viciously inside me.
“God!” I moan.
Spanking my right ass cheek hard, he withdraws to the tip and plunges his monstrous cock into my spasming channel. Removing his hand from my face, he takes a hold of both sides of my hips to hammer into me brutally.
Fiercely.
Mercilessly.
An urgency in his rhythm, like it may be the first and last time he’s fucking me. If only he knew I crave this very thing daily.
