“It’s a natural reaction, baby. Most men just aren’t patient enough to wait for a woman’s pussy to invite him in,” he explains tightly.
I didn’t know that was possible, but he’s pushing his hips deeper, and I no longer care. I’m too focused on learning how to breathe again, yet it seems like a futile effort. Just as he promised, he feeds his cock into me until I’m on the verge of bursting.
“Ohhh, ngg, th-that’s so good,” I mewl, my eyes threatening to cross from the pleasure overtaking me.
“Look how fucking greedy your cunt is, baby. You see how badly it wants my cock? It’s practically begging for me to fuck it.” He spits the words through gritted teeth, his body coiled with tension, veins pulsating throughout his arms and hands. “Is that what you want, Molly? For your little pussy to be fucked?”
I nod jerkily, attempting to utter a simple yes, but only managing to let out a sharp, slurred sound. I’m drugged on euphoria, yet I need more. I’m a fiend for it, and it’s something only Cage can give me.
He drives completely inside me, and my eyes cross, while the most erotic whimper sounds from his throat.
“Oh— Fuck, Cage,” I cry, the words as deprived of oxygen as my lungs.
His lips feather over my ear, and a deep foreboding gathers in my bones a moment before he gives his warning.
“Brace yourself, little ghost. I don’t fuck kindly.”
My heart rockets up into my throat, and I hurry to wrap my hands around his biceps, but he leaves me no time to prepare .
He retreats to the tip, and then he’s driving into me, setting a hard, steady pace that steals my breath, my vision, my goddamn sanity.
Delicious moans spill past his lips, his pleasure as loud and unhinged as mine. It only drives the butterflies in my stomach wild, as if they have no direction to migrate, leaving them to wander.
“Fuck, Molly, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he groans. “You’re clinging to me like a desperate little slut.”
One arm unhooks from my leg before he slides his palm up my throat to cup the underside of my jaw. He grips tight, forcing my unfocused gaze to his. The emotion in his stare is just as intense as the way he pumps into me. It borders on obsession and has the organs in my body plummeting to the pit of my stomach.
“Eyes on me while I claim you,” he growls. “I need you to see me like I see you.”
“I see you,” I whimper, though my focus is unstable.
I'm already nearing another orgasm, and I don't know that either of us will be able to contain my reaction when it hits.
There's no control over a natural disaster. Only allowing it to wreak havoc and bracing yourself for the outcome. The storm building inside me is catastrophic. It'll be devastating, and I'll be in ruins.
“Fuck, I'm going to come,” I gasp, my eyes beginning to roll. I feel entirely out of control as I pummel toward that edge. My surroundings blur, and the only thing I can see through my fuzzy vision is his devilish grin. It looks like he's laughing at me, as if he's amused by how easily he can make me come. It's almost degrading, yet it sets me on fire anyway .
His hips pause suddenly, and immediately my orgasm wanes, a downward roll on a steep hill.
A frustrated groan is the only response I'm capable of.
“Didn't I already tell you to keep your eyes on me? I'm in the business of making you disappear, not in repeating myself,” he states, his tone almost threatening. My glazed stare flies to his.
“I'm sorry, please keep fucking me,” I rush out, rolling my hips to reignite the pleasure.
“Don't make me ask again, Molly,” he murmurs before pinching my jaw harder, ensuring my attention stays locked on him.
I'm nodding, prepared to do anything he asks of me if it means he makes me feel good again.
“That's a good girl,” he purrs darkly, finally resuming. Except this time, he angles his hips differently, hitting a spot deep inside of me that's never been reached before.
It's almost impossible to keep my eyes straight, but the expression on his beautiful face is as striking as it is heart-dropping. His mouth is parted as sexy moans pour from his tongue, and his thick brows are slashed above his eyes in an expression of ecstasy.
It takes no time to reach that pinnacle again and then go free diving off it.
His name rips past my lips in a scream that leaves my throat raw. Though, I'm unsure if I'd notice anything outside of the orgasm that crashes through me. It sends my back arching off the bed as if possessed by a soul-eating demon that's determined to leave everything in its path decimated.