Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,50

neck. After each brush of his lips, he nipped the skin with his teeth. “Now, give me your voice, Kyle.”

Just as he reached my face, our eyes connecting, he rocked his hips back and thrust them forward.

“Oh my God!” I screamed. I didn’t have a chance to recover. I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he lifted me off the ground and held me against the wall.

His hands were on my ass, his fingers stabbing my flesh. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted.”

“I…”

“Tell me.”

With each pump, my back crashed into the wall, and my head rubbed against the cold concrete. I was squeezing my legs around his waist, but I didn’t need to. Garin wasn’t letting me go. He wasn’t going to let me drop. He was dominating my body with his weight, his power, his cock, and I could do nothing but lie against this wall and enjoy it.

“Tell me.”

He kept his eyes on me and leaned his head down, so his mouth could flick my nipple. He abused it with just the tip of his tongue until it turned painfully hard. Four, five, six pumps of his dick before he moved to the other nipple. They were achingly desperate to be sucked.

“Garin…”

He looked up at me through his lashes, his teeth hovering around the center of my breast. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Tell me.”

“Suck it. Please.”

His tongue licked just the edge.

“More, Garin. Give me more.”

Small pumps in and out of my pussy were all he was giving me. It teased me almost as much as his mouth.

“More,” I begged again.

An untamed glare crossed his eyes, and his lips closed around my nipple, his teeth biting down just enough that I shouted out. He let my scream simmer in the air before he quickly soothed out the pain with the swish of his tongue. Then, he did it again.

And again.

“Oh!” I bellowed from the new sensation that throbbed through me.

A foreign sensation.

While his hand was cupping my ass, one of his fingers was caressing it. Not the cheeks but between them, dangerously close to the hole. And then he was there, at the rim, dancing around it, putting pressure on that forbidden entrance, tickling his way into it. It was unexpected. And unexpectedly arousing.

“You like it.”

“Mmm,” I moaned.

He slowly twisted his finger, which already felt quite wet, until half of it was inside me. I sucked in a deep breath and held it, anticipating a bit of pain. There was no reason to; it didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn. It only heightened my cravings.

“You want more.”

He wasn’t asking, and my voice didn’t need to give him an answer, but I still gave him one. “Yes.”

He slid his dick all the way in, and his hips stilled. The only part of him that moved was his finger. It dipped in as far as his knuckle and back. “When I’m inside your ass, your cunt milks my cock. Without even stroking you, it’s squeezing the fuck out of me.” He groaned against my lips, and it was the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. “I’m the first person to touch you here, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

“I should have been the first man inside your pussy, too.”

I didn’t disagree.

“Your pussy shouldn’t know the feeling of any cock, other than mine,” he growled.

I found his possessiveness to be extremely sexy because, in my mind, I had been his for most of my life.

Had things just gone differently…

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Kyle.”

“Ah,” I hissed as he gave me his whole finger.

“This little tight hole is going to spread just wide enough to let my cock in, and I’m going to take it, just like I should have taken your cunt.”

His finger was sliding in and out, moving much faster than before. With this new speed came more power. Fullness. A bursting of sensations that drove me toward the build. And then, unexpectedly, he pulled his finger out, my ass clenching from the void, a feeling I didn’t like nearly as much.

“Why did you stop?”

The smirk on his face looked so delicious that I wanted to lick it off.

“You miss it already?”

I nodded.

“I knew you’d like it when I touched your ass, but I didn’t think you’d warm to it that fast.”

He rocked his hips back, reminding me that he wasn’t done with my pussy, and drove inside it again. “Tell me.” The tip of his finger found its