Page 58 of His Captive
Beautiful bliss rips through every inch of my trembling frame. Massimo’s thunderous thrusts make the orgasm peak higher than the ones that introduced me to true pleasure. These are even better. It feels like a volcano is going off inside me, erupting every time my walls clench on his cock.
The orgasm fades for a moment, then several smaller orgasms send me right back to the peak. I gasp and groan, my nails digging into his skin as I hold on for dear life. I can’t buck my hips into his thrusts anymore. I can’t do anything but take his cock. The pleasure softens into a wonderful ache that lingers until the pressure builds again.
“I-I’m going to…” I manage, then my body finishes my sentence for me. “Massimo!”
My walls spasm on his hardness and his torso buckles. The look in his eyes turns primal and unhinged. It would be scary if I wasn’t the one who put it there. His powerful thrusts tear into me until they become erratic. His fingers dig into my skin hard enough to leave bruises, but I don’t care. I want it.Allof it.
And I get exactly what I want.
Massimo slams into me with his erratic thrusts until I feel his release. His hot seed pumps into me and his throbbing pulsations make me come even harder. We meld into a moment of passion, lust, and blinding ecstasy that continues until we’re both spent. His weight collapses against me and he pants for a moment before leaning back.
“All fucking mine,” he growls. “But we’re far from done.”
“Massimo, I-I may need a break,” I mutter, gasping for air as I come down from the incredible high.
“I don’t,” he says. “I haven’t even fucked you hard yet, like I promised.”
“That wasn’t hard?” I ask, my eyes getting wide.
“No,bambina,” he chuckles, moving his hands until he has a grip on the inside of both of my thighs. “Not even close.”
Massimo squeezes my thighs and pins me to the mattress, then he drives his cock into me again. Much harder than before. It’s so hard I would get driven straight into the headboard if he wasn’t holding me down. I groan with discomfort through the first few thrusts, then I feel my body reacting to his roughness.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I moan.
“That’s the point,” he says. “I’m just getting started with you.”
I might be in over my head now, but it feels too good to worry about it. His mountainous frame settles into a hard rhythm, and I feel the orgasm coming. It’s a big one.
“Fuck!” I scream as it quakes through me, like my entire world is shaking.
“Heh,” Massimo chuckles. “Just wait until I flip you over and spank your ass while I fuck you.”
“F-fuck,” I repeat in a stammer, then my vision blurs with another orgasm—partially because I imagine it happening.
“You’re going to tell me what a naughty girl you were today and beg me to punish you again for it.”
I try to respond, but it comes out as babble. My vision begins to come back in focus, and I gasp when his thrusts twitch. He’s getting close again.
His grip tightens on my thighs, and he hammers his body into me relentlessly while I orgasm so hard I barely even feel his release until the warmth sends another tingling shudder through me.
I mutter something incoherent that doesn’t match my blank stare or shattered thoughts. I take hard breaths as I come down.
Massimo shifts and slowly pulls out. I gasp when he’s gone, immediately hating how empty I feel.
I’m destroyed in the best possible way. Floating on a cloud of pure euphoria, with my bones still partially rattled from the intensity.
“Are you going to get on your knees and stick your ass out like a good girl or do I need to flip you over myself?” he asks.
His words hit me like a bolt of lightning and my eyes fly open.
“N-now?” I stutter. “I can’t even move.”
He laughs, wrapping me up in his arms and turning me over on my stomach.
His hands squeeze my hips, and he yanks me onto my knees. I’m a rag doll on wobbly knees, but I fight against the urge to sink back down to the mattress. His roughness stokes my arousal until I can’t do anything but ache for what comes next, despite being exhausted.
“Are you trying to kill me? I don’t think there’s anything left,” I whisper, even though I know it’s a lie and a drop of the shared pleasure inside me mixes with a fresh trickle of arousal that runs down my thigh.
