Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,49

Knowing mine would only intensify.

It contradicted everything I had just told him. It had the potential of putting my feelings on display. Yet I still didn’t stop him. Because having Garin inside me and being released from this prison were the only two things I wanted. And the one I wanted more in that moment…was Garin.

As he shed his clothes, his eyes stayed on mine, his lips parted, determination glaring from his face. “Get over here,” was his only warning.

He lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist. Then, he carried us to one of the corners and sat down.

Still, I didn’t fight him.

Instead, I basked in the attention. The closeness. The way my pussy rested over his erection, doing everything I could not to grind over the side of it, not to wiggle enough so that the tip would pop in.

Garin didn’t move. He just stared at me, as though he were assessing every breath, every blink. When I couldn’t take the silence, I let his name slip through my lips.

It took him several seconds to respond. “Your pulse is telling me something very different.” He tipped my face upward, holding it steady. “Your pupils are dilated, showing me how strong your need is.” He shifted beneath me, his eyes staying on mine. “Your cunt is dripping on me.”

My body was failing me. Anything I said would give my lies away even more, so I didn’t speak.

“Do you think those reactions are just because I’m entertaining you?” The tips of his fingers ran down my neck and slowly sank between my breasts.

I shivered. A slow, raspy moan came out of me.

“And now? You still think that?” He stared at me through his lashes.

It was an overwhelming stare. Maybe because of the position we were in, by the way his cock was pressing against the most sensitive part of me. The part that couldn’t lie.

“You don’t have to say anything.” His hands moved to my ass, and he lifted until I hovered over his crown. “I’m going to fuck the answer out of you.”

I was afraid of that.

“And, once I finish fucking you, I’m going to fuck you again to make one thing very clear.”

My wants, my feelings were already so clear.

“Nothing that I’m doing in here is for entertainment. Not the way I touch you, not the way I listen to you, not the way I wrap my arms around you at night. Not the way I watch you sleep to make sure no one but me touches you. If I were looking for entertainment, I’d have you bounce on my cock all fucking day, letting you open your mouth only so I could fill it with my dick.” He gripped me harder, his words emphasized even more. “What we have here…it’s deep. We both know it.”

How was it possible that I wanted him even more than I had just a minute ago? That my emotions for this man were more real than ever?

He lowered me onto our bed. I didn’t stop him.

“It’s deeper than when we were kids, Kyle.”

Yes, it was.

He was on top of me, his body much longer than mine, but our fit was still so snug. His stare was powerful, consuming. Gripping. His hold on me was stronger than the cement that impounded us. That hold didn’t waver when his crown pushed straight into me, my opening widening to allow him in.

“It lives right here.”

His fist touched the left side of my chest, and I gasped. Not just from his admission, but from the size of him, from the fullness, from the immediate pleasure that spread through me.

“Ahh,” I breathed.

His movements were torturously slow. In went the entire length of his shaft; out he pulled until just the very tip of his dick was inserted. I ached for him when he left; I silently begged for more when he was all the way in.

“Tell me the truth.”

He kept my hips still, making sure I stayed right where he wanted me, taking me to the place he knew I couldn’t return from. There was so much pleasure in everything he was doing—how his exhales warmed my nipples, how the friction caused every nerve to ignite the most erotic pleasure, even how tightly he was gripping me.

“Tell me.”

I shimmied my arms out from under him and clamped my hands around his shoulders, my nails finding their way into his skin.

“Your body is telling me so much.” He kissed all the way up my