bed. She felt his lips seal around her clit and suck it hard into his mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her pussy felt stretched and grew slicker with each pass of his fingers.
“Baby, I’m going to stretch you a little. I’m not a small man and don’t want to hurt you,” he said giving soft kisses on her clit.
“Mmm…” was all Sophie could manage.
Cage moved back to working his fingers deep into her canal, scissoring his fingers as he pulled out, dragging against her tender flesh.
Sophie began to moan, her body flushing with the building climax. She needed to come so badly, but she didn’t want him to stop either. She was torn between the impending release and the greedy side of her that wanted his mouth and fingers on her all night.
“That’s my girl, give me your sugar, honey. I want to taste you on my tongue,” he urged, pushing his fingers deep inside her, searching for that spot to make her scream.
He found it when Sophie let out a crying moan and a whimpering, “Cage…”
Cage grinned and increased his thrusts, her sweet taste was getting stronger. He lapped at her pussy like a man at an oasis. Urging her higher with his fingers and tongue, he felt her hands grip the back of his head, shoving him harder against her sweet flesh. He sucked hard on her clit letting his teeth graze over it.
Sophie came screaming at the top of her lungs, clutching that blond head between her legs, her thighs clamping down keeping him in place. Cage shoved his fingers deep, causing sparks to flare behind Sophie’s eyelids. The pleasure crested and flowed down her body. Her muscles quivering and contracting as she rode out the best orgasm of her life.
“My girl,” he whispered proudly.
Crawling up her panting body, he used his massive muscles to hook her under her arms and pull her farther onto the bed. He rained kisses over her face until he reached her mouth. Delving his tongue inside, he gave her a taste of her own sweet nectar.
“See how good you taste, baby? I could eat you all day, my own little honey pot,” he murmured.
Letting her eyes flutter open, she saw a man that was in no hurry to get his. He looked content, like a cat that had gotten his cream.
“Wow, Cage, just…wow,” she said with a laugh.
His face broke into a grin. “Wanna do it again,” he asked with a decidedly boyish enthusiasm.
“Yes, but not now. I need you, Cage, inside me. Make me yours,” she whispered shyly up at him.
“You are mine Sophie, just as I’m yours. Believe me that I’m saying that from the bottom of my heart,” he said, his eyes pleading with her to believe him.
“I think I do, Cage, I do believe that.” She hoped she sounded as confident as he did.
“I’ve waited so long, sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” he said dropping his head down to her chest.
Running her hands through his hair she whispered, “Show me, Cage, show me you want me.”
Leaning up, the yellow glow tingeing his eyes again, Cage reached down and flipped open the buttons on his jeans, freeing his rigid erection. Shucking his pants to the floor, Sophie had a moment to realize he went commando under his jeans. Good to know.
She also took a moment to look down to see what Cage had been hiding behind those jeans. Just like the rest of him, he was big. Not circus freak big, but bigger than she had ever had, in her very limited experience. Her last boyfriend barely counted compared to Cage.
He was long and thick, the tip of his cock was shiny and purple, straining towards her, eager for its prize. Sophie was about to mention protection, but something stopped her. A little voice inside told her she didn’t want anything between them. She wanted flesh on flesh and the consequences be damned.
Cage palmed his hard cock and gave it a long stroke before fitting the tip against her wet pussy. He looked deep into her eyes as he pushed the end into her. Sophie gave a gasp at the fullness of just the head of him
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