Page 121 of Captured Fantasy

His smooth length slid inside, filling me until I felt him in my stomach.

“One last check-in,” he managed, sweat glittering on the hard ridges of his body. “Green?”

I swallowed. “Green.”

He thrust hard, taking me with a jolt of pain and pleasure that struck me like a lightning bolt. Fuck, that was all the power in his hips in a single movement. Before I had time to recover, he’d slammed into me again. His hand came up, kneading my breasts, circling my throat briefly.

His fingers pushed into my mouth, sliding all the way down to the back of my tongue.

“Do that fucking trick, you pretty, little slut,” he ordered.

He thrust hard and I cried out around his fingers. My God, he was going to split me in half on his cock.

He had long fingers that I knew could reach past the bend of my throat. I felt the tips bump against the back of my tongue, the two fingers plying for what he wanted. I looked up at him, my mouth wet around his tattooed knuckles, and nodded.

He pushed his fingers back as I swallowed and I took them into the upper part of my throat.

“Fucking—goddamn it—you filthy, fucking whore,” he panted.

The fire in his eyes was a crescendo, blazing and riding a dangerous edge. I wanted him there, I wanted him over it. I needed to fall through space with him, with nothing, no safety net beneath us. He pounded into me, our eyes locked, our bodies moving as one.

I’d forgotten all about having my own orgasm until he gave a heavy groan. The tendons in his neck stood out and he growled, his hips pumping cum into me. I soaked in the high of his release, practically buzzing from the satisfaction of seeing him give up control.

He slowed to short, little thrusts, working out the last ebbs of his pleasure. Then he slid his fingers from my throat and brushed my hair back, kissing me gently on the mouth.

“I—I need—”

He pulled from me slowly and lifted me in his arms, carrying me to the bathroom. I gave a little start as he turned on the water, the chilly spray hitting my shoulder, and he pulled me back. Shielding me from it as it warmed.

He sat me down and stepped into the shower with me, his hard body taking up every inch of space. Stealing the air from my lungs.

“I need to come,” I whispered.

He brushed his mouth over my forehead. “I could never disappoint you, Mrs. Barone, you’ll get your orgasms. More than you bargained for.”

He got down on his knees before me and lifted my leg over his shoulder. My God, he was so sexy, water streaming over his firm shoulders and arms, glittering on his tattoos. His dark hair was soaked, slicked back over his head with water.

As I looked down at him, he bent forward, his eyes locked with mine, and put his mouth between my thighs. His hot tongue slid through my folds, gathering up my wetness and swallowing it. Then he slid one hand up my leg, his fingers entering me.

“I’m your husband now, Enza,” he breathed. “All your orgasms—they belong to me. I’m not going to ask for them anymore.”

“What—what does that mean?”

He bent, his nose brushing my lower stomach. “I get to demand them now, baby,” he murmured. “So give me all your pleasure. It’s my fucking right.”

“Oh, is it?” I asked, biting my lip as his tongue curled between my legs.

“All mine,” he said.

I knew he wasn’t just talking about orgasms.

His hands kept me steady as he ate me out. It didn’t take long for the first orgasm to roll through. He held me up, his fingers digging into my thighs, as I bucked against the wall, crying out loud.

When he was done with me in the shower, he made me bend over the sink so he could eat me from behind while I washed my face and rubbed cream into it. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced and it left me weak, my skincare routine completely forgotten.

He tossed me onto the bed and climbed atop me, straddling me so he could brace against the headboard and fuck my mouth. I lay beneath him and let him use me as he pleased, acutely aware of how different this was from any other sex I’d experienced. I trusted him because I knew he understood my limits, he listened to the signals of my body, and he gave me pleasure without being asked.

It was almost morning when he finally slid his hard length into my pussy. We were both exhausted, laying in a hot tangle beneath the blankets, but he was insatiable. Our bodies moved slowly, gently, soaking in each other’s presence. The pleasure moved through my body in a swell that started with a single throb and built until I shook and pulsed around him. He came with a hoarse sound and pulled from me and fell onto his back.

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