Page 70 of Captured Fantasy

I didn’t need any further invitation. Picking her up, I carried her into the bathroom and sat her down on the edge of the sink. She gave a quiet moan as I kissed down her neck, bending her back over my arm so I could take her nipple into my mouth. I slid my other hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers inside her slick heat. She whimpered as I sucked her nipple and fucked her hard with my fingers.

“You’re so wet, baby,” I whispered against her skin. “You want to taste?”

She nodded and I drew my fingers from her. I traced her lips until she parted them. Her mouth was hot as I slid my fingers into it and I almost lost my shit when she started sucking them clean.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth and flipped her to face the mirror. She let me slide the dressing gown from her body, baring her completely. Her spine arced and I bent and traced my tongue all the way down to her lower back. A little shiver moved through her and she rubbed her hips together, moaning softly.

“Are you a good girl that needs fucked tonight?”

“Yes, daddy,” she breathed, meeting my gaze in the mirror.

I spanked her ass and watched it shake under my hand. My God, she had the most perfect ass and it was driving me crazy that I hadn’t been inside it yet. I spread her, bending to tongue her asshole. Her body startled and she whimpered. She ground her hips against the countertop and I lost the last shred of my control.

I yanked down my shorts and pressed inside her tight pussy. Her hand flew up, bracing against the mirror, and a sharp cry burst from her lips. Her muscles tightened around me, drawing me in. I pressed her hard against the sink, pinning her there, and slid my hand under her throat.

“You have any lube in here, baby?” I whispered.

She hesitated and then nodded. “The drawer to your right.”

I slid open the drawer and removed a purple tube and squeezing it into my palm. She watched me in the mirror, her eyes glittering and her cheeks flushed. There was a bit of a unexpected desire for primal play in her—I could see it in the way she reveled in being pinned on my cock.

I circled her asshole with my middle finger, spreading the lube over it. Her head bent back slowly and her lips parted.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Fuck, daddy, that’s good.”

My cock twitched inside her and she moaned. I caressed her tight, perfect asshole in slow strokes until she whimpered, trying to push back against me, to get my cock to move inside her. Only then did I press the tip of my finger past the tight rim of muscle, watching her expression in the mirror. A flash of pain moved through her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by lust.

“You like getting your asshole fingerfucked?” I murmured.

She nodded, breathing hard. “Yes, sir.”

I slapped her ass with my free hand and she shuddered. “I like daddy better.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I slid the rest of my finger into her asshole and began pumping gently. A breathy moan escaped her lips. She had the best pair of bedroom eyes I’d ever seen and they were fixed on me in the mirror. Wide and glittering with desire beneath heavy lids as she whimpered under my touch.

I began thrusting my hips and fucking her asshole with my finger in tandem. Her eyes widened and her grip tightened until her knuckles went white. My God, she was a perfect little slut. I would never get the image of her pussy and her ass filled up out of my head.

Her mouth trembled as I fucked her, increasing in intensity until I felt her tighten. Fuck yes, that feeling was everything. The sensation of her gripping me was a euphoric drug and I chased that high with each heavy stroke. Her throat flushed and she began breathing hard, her body rocking beneath mine.

She drew me in until I was buried to the knuckle in her and I felt wetness explode around my cock. A second later my balls tightened and heat roared down my spine as I released, pinning her down with a hand on her upper back.

She lay limply across the sink, gasping. I peeled myself from her slowly and pulled my fingers and cock from her. Her pussy was wet and ruined and it was beyond perfect.

“Fuck, I’d pay to have that image forever,” I murmured, tracing her opening.

She lifted her head. “You can.”

“What?”

“Go get your phone and take a picture of it,” she breathed, flushing red. Her eyes glittered and her chest heaved.

When I returned with my phone, she was still bent over the sink in the same exact position. A feverish desire raged through her eyes like a wildfire as she fixed her gaze on me in the mirror. Fuck, how was it possible I was already so hard and my balls ached despite how hard I’d finished.

I gripped her ass, spreading her open. Cum slipped from her swollen pussy. I lifted my phone, taking care not to get anything above her waist. I didn’t want her worrying about any identifying features in the photo. I saved the image to a secure app on my phone and set it aside.

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