ering me with his other fingers.
Finally, when I’m practically out of my head, he bends his rock hard body and kisses me deeply.
My orgasm hits me, hard.
“Come,” I find myself whispering, as I’m doing just that.
I’m coming wildly, and it’s spreading deep inside of me. This is the core of my being, falling away from me, in his hands.
His muscles bulge, and he seems to glow, even in this darkness. He gives a loud bellow, and I feel his hot cum shoot across my pussy.
He sighs loudly, still kissing me. His tongue forces in deeper as our lips smash against one another.
When it’s over, he continues to kiss me, something Ron never thought to do. It used to be, he came and immediately fell asleep, or he turned on the TV. It’s a cliché and unfortunately, it used to be my life.
When Rowan’s done with me, he falls to my side and pushes down my body. He kisses my ass cheek and lightly bites the skin. “Fuck. Can we do this every night?” he asks me, smiling.
My captor just ate my pussy, and I loved it.
This is so fucked.
15
Rowan
I’ve gone and done the worst thing I could have done.
I fucked the woman next door.
Well, in a way it was kind of the best thing I could have done. The worst will be when the guys find out and put me down here with her.
Wait, I’m not sure if that would be all that bad, now that I think about it.
I spend the night with her, despite my better judgment. Body against body, I’m enveloped in her scent, the way her skin feels when I place my lips against it, and the way she tastes when I go down on her again.
I can’t help myself.
When I’m with her, I want everything from her. I want to feel her legs around my face. I want to suck around the tight skin near her pelvis. I want to kiss her bellybutton and feel her wriggle away from me as she laughs.
This is all crazy shit, I know. I should just be able to come and move on. But even after I get my rocks off, I want more.
What kind of power does this woman hold?
“This is insane,” she says, waking up at early dawn.
I open my eyes slowly and see the sun’s rays coming in through the roof.
“Shit, it’s morning? We fell asleep. Ah, fuck,” I say, rubbing my eyes. It smells like sex down here. Cigarettes, sex, and whisky. This is my kind of a dungeon.
I look over at her chains, which are still off and laying off to the side. “Why didn’t you leave?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Because I thought you might think of a better plan than running back home,” she says. “I’m guessing you didn’t?”
“Nah, babe,” I say, smiling. “I’m good at acting on the spot, but as far as the future goes. Fuck it. That’s my motto.”
“Great motto,” she says. “So now what? Think on your toes, jerk.”
“Woman, did I not give you the time of your life last night?” I ask.