Page 66 of Captured Desire

Goddamn, that made me drunk and high all at once. I pumped my hips and slammed into her until my cock bottomed out. But I didn’t relent because I wanted my cock in every inch of her cunt. I wanted my cum to stain every part of her because she was fucking mine.

My girl.

Maybe that was why I’d taken her from the resort in the first place.

Maybe I hadn’t really believed she was a spy. Maybe I’d just gotten a taste of her pussy and realized that if I let this woman go I was going to regret it for the rest of my life.

I’d always run from commitment, but right here, with my cock buried in it, the thought of making her mine had the opposite effect. I fell over her and we collapsed into the bed together as I came so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs.

My hips ground her into the bed. Pumping my cum into her pussy.

“Take it all, princess,” I ordered.

I didn’t want a single drop of my cum leaving her body. She whimpered beneath me, but I didn’t relent until I was empty. Then, slowly, I slid out of her and flipped her onto her back.

Her eyes were wide, pupils blown. “You fucked me,” she whispered.

“I did,” I said with pride.

Her lip trembled. “I didn’t come.”

Confused, I glanced down at her swollen pussy. Wet with our cum and smeared with traces of her blood. I glanced down at my cock and wicked pride rose in me at the crimson smears down my length.

“We have all night,” I said gently. “Let’s get in the shower and I’ll eat you out until you can’t come anymore.”

She frowned, confused and a little dazed. “I thought I would come,” she whispered. “From being fucked.”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” I said, sitting up and lifting her gently into my lap. Her lower lip starting shaking and tears seeped to the corners of her eyes. Fuck, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

I felt like a piece of shit.

Gathering her close, I began rubbing her lower back gently. “I’m sorry, but this is totally normal.”

A little sob shook down her center. “What’s wrong with me?”

My heart shattered. “Wrong with you? Nothing, you’re perfect.”

She sobbed out loud this time and her body shook in my arms. “Why do I feel like this?”

This was all new to me. Never in my life had a woman started crying after sex with me and I was scrambling for the right words. It didn’t help that my chest ached like I’d been kicked.

“Like what?” I asked gently.

She took a deep shuddering breath. “I thought I wouldn’t feel like this after…I feel so fucking guilty. What am I going to do when I get home?”

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She sat quietly on the counter as I ran a hot bath with bubbles. When I got a warm washcloth to wipe her pussy, she winced and I could tell she was sore from what I’d done.

I brushed back her hair. “Can you use the toilet?”

She frowned. “What?”

It was dawning on me that she’d meant it when she’d said her parents were strict. No one had bothered to teach her about sex or her body and now she was feeling the effects of it. Now, she was all broken and bloody on my sink and I felt like the worst person in the world.

“You need to empty your bladder after sex,” I explained gently, making sure she didn’t feel patronized. “It’ll keep you from getting an infection.”

“Oh,” she sniffed. “Okay, I can do that.”

I turned my back and got into the tub while she used the toilet. Then I beckoned her close and helped her sink into the hot water. She sat opposite me, her shoulders hunched. Her wet blonde hair stuck to her neck.

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