Page 91 of Trapped

I groaned as warmth flicked my skin. She nipped at me. My thumb traced her mouth, and she let it slip inside. Her lips formed a tight seal around me. Then she sucked. Her tongue swirled around me, and my cock hardened.

“How much do you want, baby?” I whispered.

“Eight.”

Eightthousand? “For what?”

“There’s a vintage Dolce dress on an auction website that’s exactly my size. I want it.”

Didn’t she give me that excuse already?

The questions faded as she slipped down between my thighs. She kneeled at my feet, hands on my thighs, and began unbuckling my belt. She ripped it off and tugged my pants. I lifted my hips, and she dragged my slacks and briefs down to my ankles.

Delilah wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed around the head, and precum slipped down my shaft. She leaned forward and licked. She didn’t take me in all the way, but her tongue swirled, caressing the underside of my cock.

My thigh muscles twitched.

The first time she’d wrapped her lips around me, it’d been at the hotel. I’d dragged her mouth to my cock sometime during the night, enjoying the sight of theRussian princess at my feet, giving me a hand job with her engagement ring still on.

Then she took me in her mouth. I remembered feeling out of my depth. That I’d planned to own her, but…the way she made me feel? She owned me. It began my obsession with her. I’d pay every last dollar in my bank account to keep her.

Delilah buried her face between my thighs. Her little mouth could barely fit me, but her throat opened up nicely. I kept my hands at my sides for as long as I could before I grabbed her hair. My hips rocked slightly as I guided her mouth up and down my shaft. She hummed around me, and my balls tightened. It felt too good. I pulled her off my spit-slicked cock, hauling her up my body.

She crawled over my lap, and my cock slipped into her soaked pussy. She braced herself on my shoulders and rode me, giving it her all. I sat back, watching her. Her eyes fluttered. The shoulder strap of her dress slipped. I tugged it down further, exposing her tits. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her toward me. She lost her balance, catching herself on the back of the couch. I grabbed her breast. Sucked it into my mouth. My tongue played with her nipple, and my cock twitched inside her. She moaned, her hands sliding to my hair and tightening.

Bossy girl.

Her tit slipped out of my mouth with a pop. I lifted her off me, my hands grabbing her ass. Holding her, I stood up and stumbled for the bedroom. She slipped down my arms, but Icaught her before her toes hit the ground. She slammed her lips into mine. Shereallywanted that money.

I fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “For eight grand, you need to give me more than your mouth and pussy.”

Her mouth twitched. “You want to fuck my ass?”

Blood pounded in my ears. “Yes.”

“Take it, then.”

When she offered herself up like that, I couldn’t resist. I positioned her over the bed, grabbing cuffs from a drawer and tying her ankle to the ropes attached to the footboard. Then I hiked up her other leg, tying that one, too. When I finished, she was bent over, perfectly exposed to me. I grabbed a bottle of lube before I slid inside her soaking pussy and squirted a dollop onto her. I grabbed her ass, my thumb following the trail of lube and slipping inside her.

So fucking tight.

Delilah moaned as my thumb worked her. I applied more lube, slowly opening her up with another finger. Then I tossed the lube aside. My cock twitched inside her as I watched her squirm. She was a sight—tied up, exposed, and ready for me. I kept slamming into her, my balls tight and aching. Fuck. She felt too good. I buried myself deep as I came.

I caught my breath and pulled out slowly, not wanting to leave the warmth of her pussy.

Panting, she turned her head to the side. “Oh my God, Santino.”

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back. “More, principessa?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

My cock throbbed. I pulled all the way out of her, covered in our combined cum. I grabbed the lube, slicking it over her and myself, prepping her for the next round. I lined up myself at her asshole. The tip of my cock pressed against the puckered hole. Slowly, I pushed in. Her body tensed, but she made the effort to relax and push back against me. Inch by inch, I worked my way inside, and she gasped.

Once I was fully seated, I paused, giving her time to adjust. She clenched around me, her body trembling. I pulled back slightly and then thrust in again, harder.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

She was tight. It took every bit of control not to just pound into her. I started moving, building a slow rhythm. She screwed her eyes shut, meeting my thrusts. Her gasps turned into keening wails.

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