Page 58 of My Captive's Heart

I back out and slam inside again.

“Jesus!” He grunts, half-mast eyes staring at me. “You’ve become such a little slut, wife.”

“You’ve become infinitely hotter, hubby.” I set a steady pace, making him feel every inch against his nerve endings. “Are you loving getting fucked by me, Daddy?”

“You know I am.”

“Do you want it harder? Deeper?”

“However you wish, dirty whore.”

I pull out, crawling over his body again to uncuff him. Kissing his wrist one by one, I make him sit and lean against the headboard. He captures my lips as I straddle him and fill his tight ass once more, groaning roughly. The sound vibrates down my throat as I drive into him faster.

“Does it feel good?” I murmur, using his shoulders as leverage.

“I’m hard as fuck. What do you think?”

“Suck my tits, Daddy.”

He bends his head to latch his wet mouth onto my nipple. Twisting and pinching the other, he sucks my entire tit until I cry out in pleasure.

I reach between our slick bodies, grabbing his dick to pump him.

Our skin slaps together in an erotic beat.

Our sounds of pleasure heighten with every thrust.

Two more and he erupts, orgasming hard. His cum drenches my stomach, triggering my own climax. I bite down on his shoulder, coming undone with a shout. “Alex!”

When we finally float back to earth, I gently pull out of him. Removing the toys, I crawl back against his sculpted body.

He tangles his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back and fusing his lips to mine. “Happy Halloween, little captive.”

“Happy Halloween, the captor of my heart.”