Page 163 of Trapped With You

The Present

Imade my way down Ella’s body as she removed her dress, worshipping every expanse of moonlit skin I could reach with open-mouthed kisses and love bites.

When I landed on my knees, I glanced up at my prize.

My princess. My goddess. My religion.

She was an arresting sight to behold.

Her face with that imperfectly perfect gaze. Her stunning body donned in nothing but stiletto heels, thong, and lustrous jewels. Her fiery heart on her sleeve, showing every emotion she felt for me. Want. Love.Need.

Finally, all her walls were down.

The Ella I loved was back.

And she was all mine for the taking.

“Lean back against the window, baby,” I instructed and she obeyed. My fingers unstrapped her heels, cupping her tender ankle carefully. I brought it to my mouth, gently kissing around it a few times. “All better?”

She nodded with a playful gleam in her eyes. “Mhm.”

My girl once told me that my touch was a remedy for her, the same way hers was for me. I was ready to bleed exoneration into our beings once and for all.

“Where else do you want to be kissed, Ella?” I grazed mypalms over her calves, thighs, waist, my mouth following suit, not leaving any inch of her untouched.

She bit her bottom lip, speared her fingers in my hair, canted her hips, and guided my face closer to her heaven. “Here, please.”

I stopped just shy of her cunt, my mouth drooling at the way her lacy thong stuck to her swollen flesh. She was drenched and I barely touched her. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to lick my pussy and…”

“And what?” I growled and threw her left leg over my brawny shoulder, opening her for my ministrations. I grasped handfuls of her thick ass and dragged her closer to me, my nose running along the slit of her thong. Goddamn, her scent, pure sex mixed with jasmine and orange blossoms, turned me into a madman. “Talk to me, Ella.”

She gasped when I dragged my lips along the wet material. “I-I want you to fuck me.”

Good girl.

“You’re going to get fucked, sweetheart. Hard. Fast. Deep. Slow. All night long.” With my teeth, I tucked her thong to the side. “Until you can’t breathe and can’t come anymore. Understood?”

“Y-Yes. Please.”

Grinning like a savage, I licked the entirety of her slit, eliciting the sexiest half moan, half whimper from her. I did it a few more times, letting her taste melt on my tongue before devouring her like a hungry man whose only nourishment existed right here, between these tight thighs. I went from fucking her hole with my tongue, to inserting two fingers in that slippery heat, to lavishing her pearly bud with licks and sucks. The sloppy noises of her arousal, her begging cries, and the tightening of her fingers in my hair made me feral.

“Cadecadecade.”

Her pleas were like hymns to my ear.

“Mm. I love your taste.” I smirked around a mouthful of pussy, my lips, chin, jaw smeared with her wetness. My blood heated and my cock ached in the confinements of my pants. I wanted to be inside of her, pounding her sinful body in every angle until her voice was hoarse from pleasure.

“Cade, please. I’m—” She broke off on a sob when I sucked her clit hard.

She was rightthere. I could feel it.

“Come for me,” I commanded, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks. “Come for me so I can give you more, baby.”

My girlfriend didn’t last long, quaking as she orgasmed with sweet noises, praising me like I was her everything.

Her dark prince. Her God. Her salvation.