I tease her clit, my name a guttural groan that rolls off her tongue. The devious bastard I am, I torture her a bit more. “Tell me, Little Captive, what feels better? When I do this?” I flick the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit. “Or this?” I lave her entire cunt—as if I haven’t memorized exactly how our lady enjoys being licked.
Iimagined no version of myself, a grubby thief or royal knight would be satisfied with one woman. Much less share one with two men. But Rapunzel is special. From the moment I touched her, everything seemed to fall into place. Like pieces of a puzzle.
“Both. I love when you do both,” Rapunzel pants. “Oh, my God, Dax.” She bucks, grinding her mound against my mouth. Demands the friction I’m denying her. Stabs her hands in my hair. Twists. Pulls. “More of everything. More of you.Please.”
So wonderfully greedy. Rapunzel’s beautiful abandon feeds my depraved desire. I worship her whole pussy, licking and sucking and nipping just hard enough to elicit lovely little gasps from her. My cock is so hard it hurts. I give it a few pumps to ease the building pressure as my other hand coaxes another orgasm from Rapunzel. And God’s teeth, she ethereal with her glorious hair a golden halo framing her.
But we have two problems.
One, Rapunzel has strong legs from her battle training, and when her muscles tighten, she damn near crushes my skull as she rides out her climax. And two, I’m dangerously close to spilling into my hand like an eager boy with his first woman.
I’m no physician, but I’m reasonably positive I can’t survive without my head. But I can’t think of a better way to meet my God if I am to die.
Steadfast in my mission to meet the challenge of lasting long enough to make Rapunzel see God for the third time, I rise to my feet with determination. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I give her a devious grin. “You made a mess all over my face.”
She sits up and damn me if she doesn’t match my lazy grin. “Youmademe make a mess all over your face.”
Damn right I did.
Rapunzel leans forward, her mouth inches from my aching erection. I sink a hand in her golden hair, twining it around my fist. “Open your mouth for me.”
Always obedient in the privacy of our chambers, Rapunzel does as she’s told, and I press the head of my cock to her open, plump lips. I sink in deep. The flat of her tongue rubs the underside of my shaft, and fuck it’s a warm, wet homecoming when I hit the back of her throat. I groan and hold myself still, swallowed by her. Committing this perfect moment to memory.
When I withdraw, she sucks in a sharp breath. The rush of air around my cock drives me mad. I slide back in, and the vibration of her moan races me toward ecstasy. But the little tease takes control, showing me no mercy because we trained her well.
“That’s it.” I draw my cock out and let her play. She swirls her tongue around my swollen head. Kisses her way around the tip. With her eyes locked on mine, she licks her way down the shaft, my little tease, before swallowing me down to the base. “That’s my good girl. Lick it just like that.”
I’ve studied her, and I know she enjoys skating along the edge of pain. While not my thing, I tug at her hair. She groans and sucks me harder. I pull it again—sharper this time, and at her moan, I maintain the tension in the silken strands, confident they won’t snap from the strain.
I won’t steal a moment of precious time from Rapunzel’s life.
The magic infused in the golden waves makes it nearly indestructible—damageable only with blade or flame.
Her mouth is stretched wide to accommodate my size. I used to fear I would choke her, rip her tiny body, but she takes me so well in her pretty mouth and beautiful cunt. And while I watch her cheeks hollow at the suction of her pulls, I realize this game has gone on long enough because I’m dangerously close to coming down her throat. I pull her head away but keep my hand fisted in her hair. “Up by the head of the bed, Little Captive. It’s time for you to get what you deserve. Is that what you want? Do you think you deserve my cum?”
“Deserve it?” She slides up the mattress and lays her head on the pillow. Spreads her long legs. Her pussy is wet for me. Glistening. Begging for me. She twines one hand in the rumpled blanket. Sweet God. Rapunzel cups her sex with the other and arches her back. Then she takes her fingers, drenched with her desire, and moistens her nipple. Torturing the pebbled nub. “I demand it. Fuck me, Dax.”
The beautiful invitation she presents sends a shot of desire through me as I crawl up her body. Rapunzel is twenty-four years of caged passion unleashed. Primal. Unbridled fire. And when I line the head of my cock with the soaked entrance of her cunt, she lifts her hips to welcome me home.
Wound so tightly, I’m about to snap. I punch into her in one smooth, brutal plunge. Rapunzel gasps and claws at my back, her nails grazing over my fevered flesh. Her mouth parts, and I sweep my tongue past her lips in a feral kiss that robs us both of breath. I rock into her so deep my balls slap her ass.
Fuck.
I’m not lasting long.
Together, as always, we are a frenzy.
Wild and fun and free.
I pull my mouth from hers. “I love how you take my cock, Little Captive.”
“You give it to me so good.” She lifts her hips in time with mine, meeting each long, hard thrust. “I love the feel of you inside of me.”
Frantic and raw.
Carnal.
Especially when I flip her over and pull her up on her knees. I wrap an arm around her stomach to cradle her against me, her back flush against my chest. When I slide back into her pussy, she drops her head on my shoulder and whispers the sweetest moan.
