Page 21 of Trapped

“You’re so fucking wet for me, little girl.”

For me.My words rebounded around my head while my fingertips brushed lightly over her soaking lips.She’s so fucking wetfor me.

She groaned another unintelligible response, but I noted the way her knees splayed wider over the side of my right leg.Taking her invitation, I slid one finger into her pussy, my balls aching at the wet warmth the digit found.

“You need this, don’t you?”I slid a second finger to join the first, easing them both from her before slowly fucking her with them.“Tell me!”

Her desire was patently clear, but there was something so utterly enthralling about insisting she articulate her need.

“Fuck.”She pushed her hips back to receive more of my digits.“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

No plan had ever sounded better, but relishing her excited yell as I curled my fingers inside her, I decided my gratification would have to wait.I wasn’t pounding her the way we both obviously wanted until I’d extracted every last ounce of carnality from her tightly-wound body.

“You’re magnificent.”There seemed no harm in telling her.“So fucking good.Of course I’m going to fuck you, but first, we’re going to have some fun.”

“Sir?”Her voice was weary as she turned her head.

“Down on your knees.”

Sliding from her enticing body, I slapped her backside and pointed to the ground by my feet.She slipped from my knees, her eyes large when she lifted her head to look at me.She was, as ever, resplendent in the afterglow of her euphoria, the cheeks of her face almost as red as her ass as I beckoned her closer.

“Here.”Presenting her with the fingers that had just fucked her, my free hand guided her toward the digits.“Taste yourself.”

“Sir?”Her brows knitted at the instruction, but as I grasped a fistful of her hair and urged her forward, she didn’t fight me.

“You heard me.”My voice had taken on a lower, more taunting tone.“Clean.Them.”

Fleetingly, her gaze flitted to mine, a hundred queries dancing in her expressive orbs as her lips parted, but open they did, allowing my fingers to push past them.

“Suck.”

Only one word, but the air of sensual power play between us had never seemed as significant than the moment she closed her mouth around my fingers and obeyed.

I groaned at her hot mouth’s suction, my cock desperate to replace my fingers, and yet, no part of me was willing to disturb the scintillating balance we’d managed to conjure.She was there on her knees, and sucking at my digits, she seemed for all the world content whilst suspending me in the glory of her submission.

The woman I’d met with her lame group of friends might not have been the most assertive, but she’d been capable enough.The one kneeling for me then was glorious in her surrender.It was as though she’d finally realized there was no shame in letting me lead, and if she could only trust me, glittering prizes would await.

Her gaze flitted to mine as she withdrew and lapped at my fingertips, the devils in her eyes still mischievous but infinitely more content than they’d been that morning.

“They’re clean, sir.”

She placed her hands in her lap and fell to her haunches.With her arms pushing her breasts together as she waited for my command, she was the very essence of my wet dream.

“How do you taste?”There was something so fucking illicit about my question, my smirk growing as she tugged her lower lips between her teeth.

“Naughty,” she breathed.“I’m very wet, sir.”

She wasn’t joking.I couldn’t recall any woman being wetter.

“And what about my cock?”Hurriedly, I unfastened my zipper to release my desperate shaft.She rose to her knees, her tongue darting out to clean her lower lip.“Does it need cleaning?”

“Almost certainly.”A cheeky smile lit up her face as, shifting closer on her knees, her lips openedto receive me.

The cabin faded when her mouth closed around me, my every focus reduced to that one, wonderful sensation.The heat of her mouth grounded me as she moved along my shaft, first lapping at my excitement, and then swallowing me until my crown grazed the back of her throat.

Arousal soared as I took control of the tempo, but unlike the first time I’d fucked her mouth, I was not inclined to be ruthless.She’d been my prisoner then, a captive of sorts, who I enjoyed riling, but in that moment, she was so much more.There on her knees by choice, Erin embodied all the passion and tenderness that had been missing from my life, her attention taking me right to the precipice before I urged her away.

“I must be clean by now.”Smiling, I thrust out a hand in front of her and helped her to her feet.

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