Caged (Savage Men 1)

I don’t want this to end up like before. When Syrena was taken from her prison and hurt because of my decision. But I know something else that could fix this problem.

There are more than one ways to pleasure someone and give them what they want.

And I know just the thing to do.

With a flat hand, I push him away from me until he’s off the bed, standing in front of me with that huge cock of his pointing right at me. I gulp at the sight of it so close to me, and wetness pools between my legs. But I can’t give in that easily.

I slide to the edge of the bed and take a deep breath as I see him stare down at me, his eyes all broody and wild. My fingers wrap around his ample length, and I begin to jerk him off. Slowly, with calculated movements, I try not to entice him to pounce me again while giving him just enough to stay.

I tell myself I’m doing this because I want to prevent Graham from taking Syrena again. That I’m doing this to save myself from the guilt. But that’s not the only reason.

A small part of me actually enjoys gazing up into his hungry eyes and watching his body twitch with arousal—his balls tightening, his abs flexing.

I love how the rivulets of water are still dripping down his body from his neck, and how his whole body tenses the moment I apply pressure.

A guttural sound escapes his throat, and my pussy thumps again, feeling the excitement bubble to the surface. I don’t know why I’m feeling this way, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it.

I just know that I have to do this, for all our sakes. At least, that’s what I tell myself, but I can’t stop thinking about the way he kissed me. The way he touched me. How he’s tried to control himself, for my sake, even when it became impossible to manage.

I don’t want him to be my enemy. I want him to be himself. I want him to be the ravenous animal he truly is.

So I increase the length of my strokes, apply more pressure to the tip, and pleasure him the best I can. Pre-cum drips out, and I wipe it along the shaft to make it smoother, and he seems to enjoy it, arching his back to get closer.

But then I do the weirdest thing.

I actually lean in and press a kiss onto his abs.

God, he tastes delicious.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I lick up a drop of water and let my tongue slide down until I hit the base. His cock tenses, veins pulsing as my tongue rolls over it all the way to the tip.

Then I take him into my mouth.

I’m stupid.

Crazy.

But I want to do this.

I want to feel him come.

Even if it’s wrong.

Accompanying Song: “Hurts Too Good” by Ruelle

Cage

When her tongue wraps around my cock, I almost shoot my load right then and there. The only thing stopping it from coming is a pure force of will.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve pleasured myself with my hands but never a mouth. The sensations are overwhelming to the point of wanting to thrust into her mouth. But I must restrain myself. I don’t want to scare her away again.

She’s doing this on her own terms. She’s taking control of her own needs and desires, and I like that.

I smirk, gazing down at her licking my shaft. It bobs up and down with excitement, wanting to feel the inside of her mouth and the wetness coating it.

God, I want it all.

I arch my back and let her explore me with her tongue while I enjoy the view. Too bad I didn’t have the time to tear off her dress and look at her naked body. But no matter, we’ll get to that soon enough.

First, I have to get this pent-up need to go, and the only way to do that is by coming. Hard.

She’s working my cock diligently, as if she’s eager to receive my seed, and it pleases me. I groan with delight as she takes me into her mouth and sucks hard.

She slides off the bed and kneels on the floor at just the right height. Her tongue rolls around my dick and lathers it with wetness and pre-cum. When she looks up at me with those doe eyes, all I want to do is thrust hard.

But I have to keep calm. I have to stay focused.

I wanted to take her so badly, but now she’s giving me something I’ve never felt before, and I can’t say no. Even though I should, I don’t want to stop her. I just want to feel her sucking me until I blow my load. Is that so wrong?