A Captive Situation (Kings of New York)

My hand touched her hip, sliding to her front, and she began quivering.

A moan slipped out from her, and I gave in. I didn’t think she knew she even let that little whimper out, or how there was a plea in her eyes. That sound right there, she broke down my last will of resistance.

I was done. I was going in.

There was no walking away this time.

That sound meant she was mine. Mine.

My mouth demanded for her to open to me, and when she did so automatically, I slid inside to taste what was mine. Because she was. This mouth. Her lips. Her throat. Her cunt would be mine. I was going to imprint myself on her so thoroughly that she’d be able to still feel me tomorrow if she only breathed.

“You want this?” I asked, quietly, bending down so she’d feel my breath on her neck.

She shivered, pausing before she nodded once, her head jerking in the slight motion. She breathed out, “Yes.”

Her body was trembling over me.

Dark triumph went through me.

She was mine.

I could do with her what I wanted.

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This feeling was incredible. Liberating.

She awakened something dark inside of me, a beast, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to put him back in his cage. Either way, he was loose now. He wanted to rise to the surface and take over.

He wanted to feast.

I slid my hands down her stomach, rubbed her clit. She sagged against my chest, moving her hips over me, and I heard another whine slipping out from her throat. Sliding two of my fingers around her wetness, I slipped them inside. She was so incredibly soaked.

Her knees began to shake next to me. I shifted, wrapping an arm around her, and turned to lay her on the bed. I came down on top of her, giving her enough space so she could breathe, but I slipped down between her legs. I pulled her little fucking shorts farther down so I could get a better look at how pretty and pink her pussy was for me.

“Jake,” she moaned, her hands sliding through my hair.

I went to taste her again, my mouth finding hers before I let myself start to explore her. Every fucking inch. And I was going to take my time and savor every inch.

I licked her throat.

She groaned, goose bumps breaking out over her skin. “Jake,” she sighed.

“That’s it.” I was murmuring to her, praising her. “You feel so good around my fingers.” I pushed up into her, moving them in and out. “So tight, baby.”

She clutched at the back of my arms, her fingers digging in. I heard the slight hitch from her. She liked those little names. Baby. Babe. Lunatic.

That was good to know.

I moved my fingers faster, going deeper with each stroke until I couldn’t go any deeper.

I was going to fuck this woman. I’d shove my dick all the way to the hilt. I’d pound into her. I’d do it rough and I’d do it dirty. And we would both love it, but not yet. Not this time. This time was for her because she’d given me a gift. She hadn’t meant to. She had no idea she had, but there was something about feeling her trembling beneath me, aching for me, that broke open a cage inside of me.

I needed to thank her for that, and that’s what I was doing.

I pressed a kiss to her jawline, feeling her shuddering all over again.

“Jake,” she whimpered.

Three fingers.

She moaned again, one that came from her belly. I felt its vibrations as she was starting to thrash in my arms. She was digging into my arms, her nails were going to break my skin.

I kept fucking going, flatting my palm against her clit, rubbing against her.

She started to scream, but I covered her mouth with my hand. She moaned into it and she came apart, surging up in my arms as I felt her climax rip through her entire body.

I watched, mesmerized, as she was still shaking. The wave still crashed through her until eventually she quieted. My fingers were still inside her, held deep. I moved my palm away from her clit and waited until she opened her eyes, looking up.

My other hand fell away from her mouth.

She held my gaze, and I was looking deep, real deep into her, not giving a fuck what she was seeing inside of me. We held still. I might’ve lost track of time, but somewhere I ceased thinking in the back of my mind.

I just needed to feel more of her.

I wanted to feel her exploding around me again, and again, and again.

I moved up, stretching her legs wide for me.

Her hands fell to my jeans and her fingers went to my buckle, at the same time I began tugging her shorts more out of the way.

I needed to get my dick wet. That’s all I was thinking—an alert sounded from downstairs.