Poetic Letters

Darling Captor ii

Lisa

I shouldn't go to her, I shouldn't touch her, but there's only one word echoing inside my head, and it's take.

Without thinking it through, I lift her off the ground and turn so that I'm sitting on the bed and she's straddling my lap. I grab her hair and pull her head to me as my mouth melds to hers. Sleeping next to her last night wasn't a possibility. I was too fucking hard to sleep, and her curves pressed against me made it worse. Then she climbed on top of me and began to ride my shaft like it was a saddle.

I'm only so strong, and the way she begged so prettily made me want to breed her.

The tiny scrap of a towel I tied around my waist when I came out of the bathroom is pushed away by her eager fingers. She grabs my shaft with both hands, and I groan into her mouth.

"Pretty, you don't know how to use this weapon." I hold her wrists and wait as she looks into my eyes. "You'll pull the trigger before it's time."

She bites her bottom lip, and the sight of her is so innocent. What would it be like to train her, to teach her how to please me in all the filthy ways I desire? I picture her on her knees with my cum dripping down her chin, and I smile.

"Perhaps your goal is to undo me."

"I just want to make you feel good, like you did for me." She shrugs as she looks at me. "You can put it anywhere you want."

My hands tighten on her wrists, and I growl low in my chest. "Don't say that to me." I lean in close and bite the shell of her ear before I lick the tender skin there. "I'll have my cum all over you before this train stops."

"Lisa," she whispers, and I close my eyes tightly.

The way she says my name is like a call from a siren. I have no choice but to give her what she wants.

"We do this my way," I tell her before I flip us around and stretch her out on the bed. "You won't be needing these."

Reaching between her spread legs, I grab the crotch of her panties and give it a quick tug. The material rips in pieces, and I toss the cotton scraps to the floor.

"I want you to ride my face with your cunt," I say as I lean down and bury my face against her wet pussy.

Her gasp echoes in the room before she cries out my name. Her legs wiggle and shake like she's trying to get away at the same time she's trying to get closer. I put one of my arms over her waist to keep her still as I lick her clit like an ice-cream cone.

"Fucking juicy," I grunt while she arches her back. "You can try, but you won't take this from me."

She rocks her hips up and down on my mouth, and the sound of her wet lips makes my dick weep. Cum is dripping down the fat head and the veiny length as her pretty little pussy moves faster and faster.

When I suck on her clit, that's all it takes and she's crying out and clawing at the sheets. Seeing her come undone is like lighting a match, because now I want to fuck her hard and deep.

One last swipe of my tongue through her slick release and I climb on top of her. The sheer pink nightgown has ridden up around her tiny waist, and her tits have spilled free from the top. I bunch up the material in the middle of her stomach and fist it tight as I pull her pussy right up against me.

Her eyes, heavy with desire a moment ago, widen in surprise at the size of my length against her. My cock is sandwiched between us, the head of it still weeping cum onto her.