Page 27 of Beyond the Cage
He groans at the sound of his name and moves to the other nipple. ‘Devouring’ is the only word I can think of to describe what he’s doing right now – tongue swirling, teeth nipping, lips pulling. Jesus. When he moves away, my nipple is throbbing. I watch as he reaches into a drawer, grabs a handful of condoms, and tosses them at me with a grin. Magnum XLs.Fuck.Me. Well, that’s what he’s about to do, right?
“Planning to use all these tonight?”
He nods, a devious smile on his lips.
Oh, shit!My pussy quivers at the thought – sex all night…with him.
“Well…let’s get crackin’ then.”
He kicks his shorts off and I observe him in all his glory. Fuck. As I watch him bob up and down, I’m absolutely awe-struck. From now on, freeing that beast will be known as ‘releasing the Kraken’. I tell you, I have never seenanythinglike that in any of my anatomy classes. He picks up one of the condom packets, rips it open, and rolls it on in record time. Leaning over me, he grabs my hips and props his dick against my entrance. I pull him down for a kiss and the moment our lips touch, he pushes forward, inserting just the head. He moans and works his way in, slowly, gently.Shit! What have I gotten myself into?I cry out in pain, scratching his back. He goes still and stares down at me, concern in his eyes. I can’t find any words, so I just nod. I can’t stop now. I won’t.
He pulls back and slowly pushes in. Pulling almost all the way out, he slides a little farther in with a moan. He flexes his hips, gradually working himself in, filling me completely.Holy fuck!
“Fuck!”
I feel so…full. I gasp and grab at his shoulders.
His fingers dig into my hips and he buries himself to the hilt, bearing down on me the way he did on my bedroom floor. He’s so deep I think I feel him in my chest. But…it feels good. It feelsright. He rests his forehead on mine, his breathing ragged. I cradle his face and raise my lips to his. Without pulling out an inch, he flexes his hips, grinding against me. I break away from his lips, crying out. My body is toeing a fine line between pain and pleasure…and I love it! Pleasure Principle be damned! I will gladly endure this pain in my pursuit of pleasure. He stands upright, lifting my hips off the bed, and I rotate them against him, matching his rhythm. When my whimpers reach my ears, I can’t help thinking I sound like a porn star. But there’s nothing else I can do; the pleasure is that intense. I grab the sheets, clenching my muscles around him as he begins to move faster.
“Oh, God. Yes!”
This can’t be right. I can’t be coming already! He presses down on my clit and my mind goes blank. Oh, yeah. It’s happening. My body goes still and then I convulse against him. My muscles spasm out of control, slowly dying down to an odd contraction every couple of seconds. He grunts, his brows scrunched together in pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. He’s thrusting into me now – hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck!”
There is no denying the effect he has on my body, because the tsunami in my pussy is evidence enough. He places my hips back on the bed and leans over me, grabbing my arms as he quickly resumes. I don’t believe it but that feeling washes over me again. My back arches, my body pulsating in ecstasy.
“Cameron!” I scream as I come for the second time.
I tighten my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. When I stop shaking, he buries his face in my neck, makes one final thrust, and growls. I can’t explain it, but my body begins to shiver. Call it aftershocks if you will. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. I just want to lie here beneath him, him inside me, forever.
Forcing my eyes open, I stare up at the ceiling as we both try to calm our breathing. He lifts his head and regards me with apprehension in his silver eyes.
“I’m okay. In fact, I’m awesome.Thatwas awesome.”
With a grin, he kisses my forehead, pulls out of me, and walks off to the bathroom. Without him, I feel cold...and empty. I shift my position and slip under the covers. When he returns, I move over so he can slide in next to me. I lay my head on his chest, and he curls his arm around my shoulder. This feels good…just lying here in each other’s arms. I snuggle up to him, absentmindedly tracing one of his tattoos with my fingers.
“One day, you’re gonna have to tell me what these mean.”
He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingertips. Even that causes The Reaction. I run my middle finger along his bottom lip, and he pulls it into his mouth. With a smile, I climb on top of him.
“What’s this? Ready for round two, Daddy?” I get the raised eyebrow. I’ve never called him that before. In fact, I’ve never used the term with anyone. It just seems natural with him. “Don’t like that? How about Grandpa?” I joke.
I swallow a giggle as his palm crashes into my ass cheek. My body shivers at the contact and I take a shaky breath. “Do that again.” His left hand reaches between us, stroking my clit as his right hand comes down again. “Just like that, Daddy,” I say on a moan. This time, he accepts it, realizing it’s just something I want to do.
Rolling over, he lies on top of me and searches the bed for one of the condoms. I find one first and hand it to him. While he’s rolling it on, I flip onto my stomach and get into position on my hands and knees. This is my favorite position. There’s something about doggy style that revs my engine. It could be knowing he gets a view of my ass jiggling as our bodies collide, or that I can reach down and play with my clit, or it could just be the hair-pulling, ass-smacking, ‘getting the shit fucked out of me’ thing.
When he grabs my hips, I brace myself for him. He’s inside me with one quick stroke. I bury my face in the pillow, my scream coming out muffled. He wraps his arm around my waist and moves to the edge of the bed, pulling me along with him. I just love the way he man-handles me! He steps down off the bed and, as I resume my position, he smacks my ass again.
I cry out as I begin to move back and forth, taking control.Smack!I move faster, bouncing on his dick.Smack, smack!
“Oh, shit!”
He grabs me, keeping me steady. Reaching up, he takes both my arms and crosses them at the wrists behind me. He keeps them together with one hand while the other weaves its way into my hair. With a tug, he begins to move. Fuck! He’s rendered me motionless and I couldn’t care less.
“Fuck me. Yes…yes…fuck!” He pounds away behind me, not making a sound but driving me insane. “Oh, God. I’m coming!”
My knees buckle and he grabs my waist, holding me up. Holy…fucking…hell. Before I can recover, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. Hoisting my leg up, he props it on his shoulder, then he’s inside me again. As he moves, I clench my muscles, holding on to him for dear life. I just want to keep him there for as long as I can. He places a death grip on my thigh and goes still, breathing heavily as he stares down at me. I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m usually knocked out after one orgasm and I’ve already had three; sleep is calling my name. He smiles and heads to the bathroom again, coming back with the trash can. Smart man – no more trips to the bathroom. He climbs in next to me and pulls me close. Before I drift off, though, one important piece of business – my bladder feels like it’s about to explode. I hop off the bed and run to the bathroom. When I return, he’s lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I set the alarm on my phone and join him.
