Page 116 of Captivated

I rock my hips across his length. A mischievous grin reaches his eyes as he unties my sash. He controls our sensual, open-mouth kiss, dipping his tongue deep, exploring. My kimono hangs open. He leans forward, pushing up to a sitting position.

“You are so beautiful.” He cups my breast, sucking my nipple in his mouth. I gasp, watching him, lacing my fingers through his hair. “Feel our love … how perfect your body responds to me.” I nod, moaning softly as he swirls his tongue around my areola, sucking my nipple. He massages my other tit, twisting my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My nipple elongates immediately under his touch.

My sex is aching. I tug his hair between my fingers, guiding that beautiful mouth to my other breast. He looks up, grinning like a teenage boy hitting second base knowing he’ll score a home run soon.

The sensations are almost too much for me to bear. I whimper, squeezing him tighter, thrusting harder against his shaft. “You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbles into my breast.

“Yes, I want you inside of me Quinton,” I purr his name. My toes are already curling.

“You never have to ask sweetheart, just take what you want. I’m all yours,” he growls, sucking my nipple harder into his mouth. I cry out.

He gasps feeling my hot, wet sex covering his magnificent cock. He moans holding my hips. “Fuck!” His breathing is so controlled, feeling all of me around all of him.

I cry out, welcoming the relief of feeling him inside. He runs his hands through my hair, pumping his hips deeper, as I ride up and down on his cock. My nails leave their calling card over his shoulders. He hisses through clenched teeth, watching my tits bounce in his face.

“Yeah, sweetheart get lost on me. You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, sucking my neck and rolling his thumb over my hard nipple. “Don’t ever doubt this … us!” I nod, whimpering, rocking deeper into him. He grabs both of my tits in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, watching me riding his cock. “You’re hot Amelia. I love this body.”

I grin listening to his words. He makes me feel sexy. I push him back, his hands slide down to my hips. I lean back, reaching for his ankles, pumping down on him. My wrap slides down my shoulders. “Christ Amelia, your body looks amazing in this light.” He presses his finger against the side of my clit.

“Oh hell,” I scream in the night. He just set me on fire with his finger. I can’t breathe, my toes are curling. “Oh god Quinton,” I scream as I feel my release.

“Fuck, you’re tightening on me,” Quinton growls, wrapping tighter around my waist pulling himself into my chest. He sucks my nipple, whimpering and thrusting harder. I feel his cock explode, his liquid heat rushes through my body. My toes tingle.

He collapsed on the pillows, bringing me with him. His mouth covers mine, our tongues are rolling and twisting in perfect harmony. I feel him all over me, all in me. I’m so lost in love with him.

His pulse sounds like wild mustangs, yet it is soothing to my ears. He gathers my hair, kissing my neck, loving on me. I roll beside him, covering our bodies with the blanket. “I like this,” I purr.

He laughs, a deep throaty laugh. “Me too sweetheart … the calmness after the storm.”

QUINTON

“Sir.” I grumble at the sound of someone waking me. I feel Amelia’s body pressed into mine. “Sir, please wake up.” I open one eye, the sky is starting to light around me.

“Captain, don’t take this the wrong way, but your face definitely isn’t what I want this close to me when I wake up.” I stretch back making sure she’s covered as I hear him chuckle.

“You and Ms. Amelia should really go inside before the sun rises. You wouldn’t want onlookers patrolling the docks to see.” I grin, looking at her all cuddled into me. Her wrap is at our feet. I look at it.

The captain smirks as he hands it to me. “Thanks. Where is the crew, anyone walking about the cabins?”

“No, not yet sir. You have your privacy.” I nod as I watch him leave.

“Amelia sweetheart.” I kiss her on the temple. “Wake up.”

“No,” she moans, snuggling deeper into me. I laugh, she’s cute. I stand up naked, looking down my sexy body … even flaccid my cock is impressive … hanging against my thigh. She’s whining, reaching for me. I carry her, blankets and all, back to our bed.

I’m awake now, holding her as she sleeps. She slept in her diamond. I grab my phone to check my email and the news feed. I smirk, looking at her beautiful face on my phone. I knew the media would be in a frenzy seeing me out with Amelia.

I power up her phone. He’s called and texted all night. I look at his wife, naked and sleeping in my bed. Damn she’s gorgeous. The arrogant me wants to take a picture of me grinning next to her and send it to him. It would serve his prick ass right.

His wife loves me. His wife is naked in my bed. His wife sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. She’s not his wife anymore. She’s mine. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my soulmate and she will be my wife. I kill her phone, tossing it on the bedside table.

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I sit up,looking around at my empty space. The sheet is pooled around my waist and my feet are poking out. It’s bright outside. I can still smell her all over me.

I hear the shower. My morning wood is throbbing. It’s a good thing she likes to have sex because I must be a damn debauchee. Just her smell drives my sexual desire through the roof.

She’s humming, washing her hair. She’s beautiful, absolutely stunning. I wait for her to close her eyes and lean back in the spray, rinsing … the suds washing over her perfection.

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