Gilded Cage

“Yes, babe?” He rose and positioned himself on her quivering pussy.

“Does sex always feel this good?”

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??That’s just foreplay, babe.” Brandon leaned on top of her. “The actual fuck is even better.”

“Oh.” Lillian craned her neck, peeking at her groin, curious.

His cock pressed against her pussy. The tip nudged her entrance where Brandon had fucked her with his tongue just seconds before. Her pussy clenched upon contact. She creamed. Lillian looked up.

“Fuck me,” she breathed out. “Please.”

“Patience.” Brandon fisted his shaft and rubbed his tip on her opening. Shivers of delight shot up her spine. He kissed her open mouthed.

Tear-salty kiss. She could taste her femininity on him.

“Look at me when I take you.”

Lillian nodded furiously.

“Tell me if you can’t take it.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? A heartbeat later, she understood what he’d tried to tell her. Brandon penetrated her. God. She threw her head backward, gasping. It stung.

“Lillian…” He sounded worried. “Does it hurt?”

“Don’t stop.” She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails along his skin. It hurt, but it was addictive. Her need overruled the pain. She would go nuts if he changed his mind. She needed him. Become one. Now. “P-please…”

Brandon clenched his jaws and thrust in. His cock speared her open. New fire engulfed her. She lost her breath. He pushed in another inch.

Brandon hissed, “Be still.”

He seized her hips and anchored her down. Lillian mewled when he thrust down to her cervix. His cock felt so hot, brimstone encased in velvet, pulsing in her depths. Her pussy gripped him instinctively, protesting the intrusion. He was so damn fucking big, the way he stretched her made her speechless for a long moment. Her breath froze in her lungs. Damn. Thousands of shimmering sensations crashed through her. There was pain, but mostly immense pleasure, pleasure so pure it was mind shattering. She hadn’t expected this. But she loved it. Lord. Lillian was astounded with the way he made her feel.

“God,” Brandon rasped in low voice. He also seemed enraptured by the sensation of their joining flesh. He didn’t try to move, only stilled while her pussy clasped around his hard, unsated shaft. “You okay?”

Lillian let out a tiny nod.

“Hurt?”

“Mostly good.” She writhed. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, babe.”

Brandon pulled out slowly. His veined shaft ground against the walls of her vagina. He stopped when his cock head was just about to leave her opening, then he thrust back in the same agonisingly slow motion as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration. His heat, pure male, seared through her.

Lillian wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered. God. She loved it, the way their bodies became one. It felt so intimate having him inside her like this.

“So damn good. Don’t think I can go slow anymore.” Brandon panted. “I need…”

“Fuck me hard,” she urged. “I want to come again.”

“Babe.” Brandon fisted her hair and picked up his pace.

His cock slammed into her without reserve. Lillian moaned. The pleasure intensified with his every thrust, so fierce and pure it had to be a sin. Brandon pounded, yanked, lunged, pushed with sheer savagery, battering her pussy until she could only feel fire. God. The pleasure was unimaginable. He wasn’t lying. The actual fuck was even better. A woman could get used to this. Addicted to the wicked pleasure he was giving her. Sweat beaded his temples. His eyes blazed with lust. He watched her the whole time he fucked her into oblivion as if he still wasn’t sure if this was what she really wanted.

But Lillian desired nothing else than becoming one with him. Yes. She wanted this more than anything else. “I love it. God. Harder,” she pleaded. “I almost…”