Gleam (The Plated Prisoner 3)

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”

Another hard thrust, but her body doesn’t move away this time, not with the way her ribbons hold her in place. Both of my hands grip her hips, tilting her up to the perfect angle.

The second she’s where I want her, I drag my cock out and start fucking her harder, relishing in the way her breasts bounce with every drive of my hips, at the look on her face as I drive into her. She begins to writhe beneath me, her back arching up in a bended beg, and I’m all too happy to oblige her.

My head dips down to lick a line over the slope of her breasts, and a little mewl escapes past her plush lips. “I’m going to fuck these too. Spill my seed on you, mark you as mine everywhere.”

“Oh, gods, I need...”

“What do you need, Auren?” I say against her breast before giving the other one just as much attention. Her nipples are darker, almost bronze, the tight tips practically begging for my touch. I flick my tongue over it, promising myself I’m going to taste every inch of her. Take her as many times as I can before the sun dawns.

“Faster,” she begs. “Harder. Make me feel good.”

“You want to come, baby?”

Her eyes flare at the endearment. “Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you hard and fast while my fingers play with your clit?”

“Yes!” she cries out with wanton restlessness.

I reach down and pick her up, her ribbons instantly giving me the slack I require as I reposition us on the broken bed. She’s on my lap before she can blink, and I lift her by her waist, dragging her up my cock and then slamming her back down.

“Fuck!” The curse flies from her mouth, and her hands perch on my shoulders, little nails digging into my skin. I hope she leaves a mark, makes little crescents of claim all over my back.

I grip her hair and pull her face back to look at me, her hooded eyes dragging open with effort. “When you called me by my name for the first time, all I could think was that I wanted to hear you say it while I was buried deep inside of you.”

Her exhale stutters out, body quivering.

“That’s right,” I nod as I lift and lower her body over me again and again until both of us are panting, the cusp of pleasure dragging us upward. “I want to hear you scream my name while this perfect pussy squeezes my cock and milks me dry.”

Her eyes fall closed. “Oh goddess... Please, please, please!”

My resolve snaps.

Whatever control I’d had left unleashes with her chanted plea. As quick as a blink, I have her pinned to the bed again, and I start to power into her like a male possessed, and then I well and truly start to fuck her.

I slip my hand between us to play with her clit, and she jerks so hard she nearly comes up off the bed.

“Oh my…” She starts to moan unintelligibly, head whipping left and right, ribbons tangling in the sheets.

“Take the pleasure I give you, Auren.”

The sounds our bodies make together is the dirtiest song I’ve ever heard. Moans, skin against skin, a bed creaking in protest. All while her delectable body gives me everything I ever wanted and more.

My fingers pluck and circle and stroke as I watch her, note every movement that makes her pussy flutt

er. I want to learn her, I want to know every trick, every spot, every move that will make her body sing for me.

And sing she does.

“Yes, yes. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I lean down to take her mouth as I drive into her, because I want all of her, every fucking part.

When she whimpers against my lips, I drag my mouth down her neck to the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. “Do you feel how tight you are around me? Do you feel how hard I’m fucking you?” I say, lips skimming over her flushed skin. “I’m going to have you again and again and again. I will learn every inch of your body, drive you to pleasure, and then do it all over again.”

“Oh...”