Page 32 of Trapped

“From right now, you’re mine,” I growl, keeping the pace steady.

He just moans. His cock slaps against his belly with every roll, and I grab my hand around it, stroking it in sync with our lovemaking.

“From now, you’re under my protection. And I know I’m a sadistic fucker.” Behind glass, I see how my wolf spider has found her target. From the limp state of her prey, she has already injected it with venom. Smart girl. “But I’ll take good care of you. Would you like that?”

Robin turns his head back to mine, eyes vacant, a furious blush on his cheeks. And I know what he’s going to ask even before the word tumbles out of his mouth. “Why?”

“Parce que je suis fou de toi.”

Fuck, it’s the easiest thing to admit in the world.

Because I’m crazy about you.

“You are…” He hisses when I swipe my thumb past his wet tip. “I’m going to come. Fuck, I—” A shudder ripples through his body. Our eyes meet. In that moment I see him exactly for who he really is—innocent, lonely, sweet. He looks vulnerable and unguarded, those glorious eyes with their long eyelashes and curvy brows. His lips have parted, and he licks his bottom lip while he mumbles something unintelligible.

I’m so hungry for him. My own cock throbs in desperation, the mere thought of climaxing into that tight, sweet ass enough to nearly lose it on the spot.

And then Robin explodes. Hot and frantic, shuddering and moaning, his release leaks through my parted fingers and right onto my palm and stomach. I’m right behind him. With only a few thrust left to give, my balls draw up and I climax inside his tight, hot ass.

Perfection.

For a moment there’s nothing aside from the buzzing of my ears and the feeling of smooth, hot skin against my own. Robin’s still sitting on my lap, chest heaving, his shallow breaths the only sound filling the room.

“Ugh, that’s gross,” he mutters. “Is he…”

My eyes flick open and right at the ceiling to where the wolf spider is now feasting on its paralyzed prey.

“She. And yeah, she’s going to have a special meal tonight. A bit like how my night started with you.” I draw up my knees and give him a gentle kick in the back that destabilizes him enough to plummet forward and onto my chest. Robin lets out a surprised giggle that turns into a satisfied hum when I press him close.

“I’m dirty with cum and sweat,” he complains.

“We’ll take a shower shortly. Let’s…let’s just enjoy this moment. Then we’ll enjoy the rest of what’s to come.”

The end.