9. Jessica
Chapter 9
Jessica
Harrison kisses the insides of my quivering thighs and looks at me with a dark possessive gaze like a hungry wolf. I’m still coming down from my orgasm, but the promise in his eyes sends another tingle through my clit, and I squirm beneath the heat of that look.
“Fucking perfect. And we’re only getting started, angel,” he rasps, his mouth shining with my juices.
I look down between us. His cock looks even bigger than earlier, bobbing against his hard abs. The broad head is glistening with pre-cum.
Magnificent man .
A possessive streak I never knew I had rears its head. I’ve never experienced this all-consuming awareness for a man before. The way he looks at me has the ache between my thighs bursting to life again.
I reach down, brushing my palm over the head of his cock. His eyes close and his breath hisses out as I grip him firmly, running my thumb over the tip and collecting the fluid there. I bring my thumb to my mouth, sucking the pad and tasting his earthy pre-cum.
A growl works its way up Harrison’s chest as he watches me. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I’ve waited long enough for you.”
“I want to feel everything with you, Harrison. I want it all.” My voice has a husky quality I’ve never heard before, throaty and needy.
Harrison runs a callused palm up my inner thigh, and I let my legs fall open, baring myself completely to him. Instinct is taking over as if my body knows what to do. This is Harrison and me. The beginning of us.
Harrison’s eyes drop to my sex, drinking me in. He grabs the base of his cock, squeezing hard. “Jesus, you’ll make me come just looking at you.”
“I’d like to see that sometime,” I murmur.
Harrison closes his eyes, his abs clenching as he tries to gain control.
I gasp as he tugs me forward by my hips, his thick cock poised at my entrance. I can feel it, hot and throbbing an inch from my pulsing sex.
“You want me deep inside you, angel? Making you mine?” He presses the broad head of his cock to my tight hole, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I whimper, my inner muscles squeezing around air.
“Then watch me take you, Jess,” he demands as his cock begins to press deep.
I bite my lip, my muscles tensing at the unfamiliar fullness.
His jaw clenches. “Relax, angel. Let me in.”
I focus on doing as he says, unclenching my inner muscles, my body jerking as he slides in further. He’s stretching me so wide, and pain pinches deep inside.
Harrison pulls back a little and thrusts back in, a guttural groan rising from his throat. I hiss with pain, and Harrison stills, holding himself deep inside my body. He leans over me, his forearms dropping on either side of my head, his hard chest pressed to mine.
“You’re doing so good,” he mutters, his lips finding mine and distracting me from the burning discomfort.
I feel him everywhere, our skin sliding together, our hearts beating in sync.
“Fuck, you feel amazing wrapped around me. So tight. So fucking perfect,” he says, his voice ragged.
His words send heat coiling through my core, and I lift my hips a little, testing to see if the pain has gone.
“Yes!” he hisses as I tighten around him.
He trails his mouth down my throat, lifting slightly and hunching over me so he can tongue my nipples. I moan as he rolls and nibbles them until I’m squirming. When he pulls out of my body and thrusts back inside again, the lingering pain is gone, replaced by something far more pleasurable.
I gasp when he thrusts again, digging my fingernails into the muscles of his broad back. It feels amazing.
“More, angel?”
“Yes!” Deeper. I want him deeper.
He grips my hips, drawing back before pushing inside me hard.
“Harrison,” I moan, my eyes half-lidded with desire, my lips swollen from his kisses.
He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath, working his hips between my thighs and grinding his cock into me. He pulls back and thrusts in again, swallowing my cries of pleasure with his mouth.
And then he doesn’t stop. Now that he knows my pain has eased, he fucks me deep, and he fucks me thoroughly. He’s unleashed a primal, animalistic need in me, making me want to bite and claw at him as he pounds me into the mattress. As if he feels it, too, he bites my neck before sucking on my sensitive flesh.
“Mine,” he growls, moving his hips in quick thrusts.
“Ahh!” I cry out as he fucks me harder, taking it all and giving me everything in return. “Oh, God, I’m?—”
My inner walls flutter around his cock, and my back arches off the bed. My nipples tingle and tighten as I orgasm with such intensity that my scream bounces off the walls.
“Fuck,” Harrison grunts above me as my pussy clamps down on him. “Oh , fuck , Jess.”
A snarl escapes him right before he bellows his release into my neck. His body jerks against mine as he fills me with his hot seed, extending my orgasm.
“ Yes , Jess,” he rasps, shuddering over me.
He turns my face to his, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. His heart thunders against mine, and I inhale sharply as he rocks his hips into mine, grinding against my sensitive flesh.
“A-again?” I whisper, my entire body humming with pleasure.
He smiles. “Again.”
“Harrison . . . no more,” I beg two hours later, my chest heaving, my body bathed in sweat.
My throat is raw from screaming his name as he brought me to orgasm twice more. He’s insatiable. I’m sensitive, sore, and tender . . . and I feel wonderful.
I wince as he pulls out of me, but I wouldn’t trade that discomfort for anything. Harrison has claimed me thoroughly and relentlessly. And I claimed him too, straddling his hips and riding his cock like a woman possessed that last time. I think he may have unleashed a monster because I’ll never get enough of him.
“Okay, angel?” Harrison asks, nuzzling my neck as I lie sprawled over his chest.
I can’t seem to form words, so I nod weakly. He chuckles and moves me off him before rising from the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask drowsily.
“To run a bath. You must be sore.”
I smile contentedly, feeling his seed and my arousal slick between my thighs. “Mmm, a little, but it was worth it.”
I must doze because I’m woken as Harrison lifts me from the bed. I shake my head. “You can’t lift me. Your back.”
“My back is fine,’ he says with a smirk. “I’m great.”
“I’m boneless,” I mumble as he carries me to the bathroom. “I think you melted my bones with all those orgasms.”
His deep laugh washes over me as he places me on my feet in the huge bathtub. He steps in behind me and sits with his back resting against the end, tugging me to sit between his muscular thighs.
I hiss when the hot water hits my swollen sex, then moan as the heat soothes the ache.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says, sweeping my hair over my shoulder and kissing my neck. “You made me lose my fucking mind with this gorgeous body.”
I tilt my head to give his lips better access to my skin. “I loved every second of it.”
“I’ve never experienced anything like that before, Jess. Never been that connected to anyone.”
I turn so I’m straddling his lap, clasping his face and kissing him slow and tender. “Thank you for making it so special. I can’t imagine doing that with anyone else.”
“Damn right,” he growls, nipping at my mouth. “You’re mine now, angel. No one gets to see you like this but me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And are you mine?”
“Have been from the second you fluttered these baby blues at me,” he says, running his thumbs beneath my eyes.
“So what happens now?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “We enjoy each other and see where things go.”
My stomach dips a little with trepidation. I’m all in with him, but does he feel the same? I’ve fallen in love with him. I was always going to love him. The moment our eyes met at the arena, he stole my soul.
My heart is exposed and vulnerable.
I hope he doesn’t break it.