His Hostage

I burst, pussy clenching, legs seizing, and stomach shaking. It’s the kind of orgasm that takes you by surprise. The kind that hurts so good, paralyzing your entire body until it decides to let you go. When it’s over, you’re left shaking against his muscles.

His arm is around my waist, and each tit is equally devoured by his tongue and lips. He breathes in deep and kisses my sternum.

“What am I going to do with you, gorgeous?” he asks.

I fall back, breathing wildly, hair in my eyes. “Take me,” I tell him.

He leans over me and thrusts, cock sliding back inside of me. This time, he moves faster and stronger.

“I’m never letting you go,” he says. “I would be out of my mind to let a bombshell like you out of my sight.”

In the corner of the room is his pistol. I glance at it. I could end this right now if I wanted to, but something is urging me not to. My emotions are much stronger than my logic, and I don’t give a shit if that’s stupid. I want this. I want this to last more than tonight. The sex is just that good.

He places his arm behind my neck, lifting me. “If you let me go,” I say, “you can fuck me in that garage of yours every single day.”

“Oh yeah?” he says, smiling and kissing my neck. He breathes in my scent and grabs a fistful of my ass.

One spanking. One bite.

“I want to sit down on that leather bike seat,” I moan into his ear. “My pussy, just hanging off the edge of leather. I want you to rev that engine while you fuck me. I want to feel the rumble of the bike while I push back, pussy swallowing your cock.”

“Have you been fantasizing down here?” he asks.

I nod and kiss.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s so wrong,” he says, pulling out of me. He takes one look at me, as if he’s about to stop, but he shakes the idea from his head.

He turns me around, forcing me on all fours. He grabs my ass, kisses the top of it, and licks forward like an animal.

“Who the fuck am I kidding? I need this,” he says.

He grabs my ass and pushes it up higher, and then thrusts deeply. I know he’s close to losing it. He’s fucking me like a berserker.

When he spanks me, I feel my blood rise. It turns me on to be used like this, while at the same time he gives me 100 percent back.

He knows just how to ride the line.

He grabs my hair and pulls back, my jaw pushing up. Pushing my legs together, my pussy clenches around his rigid shaft.

I feel him tremble.

His head grows bigger. His shaft thickens. He stops moaning and making any noise. And then all of a sudden, he grabs my hips as hard as he can and thrusts forward, holding it there.

I feel it spill.

His cum streams inside of me, hot liquid that drapes my walls. He keeps himself deep inside, filling me up, until he can’t take it any longer.

Slowly, he slides out from me, and my lower half is practically drenched. He falls against the cement and kisses my thighs.

“You take the life from me,” he says, nearly passing out from exhaustion. “Seriously, though. We need to think of a plan. ‘Cause I’m not through with you.”

“Yes, we do,” I say. “Don’t worry, I think I’ve got a head start on that plan.”

17

Rowan

There comes a time in every man’s life when he realizes he’s going against his better judgment for a woman.