Chapter 14 #2
“Y–you,” she replies, swallowing, and this time I can’t hold back the purr that rumbles in my chest.
“That’s right, Dove,” I tell her, leaning over her delectable body and lining myself up with her dripping entrance. “You belong to the Tailor boys now. You’re fucking ours.”
I surge forward, and the cry of pleasure that falls from her lips sends a zing of pleasure straight to my balls, filling me with liquid fucking fire at how tightly she grips me.
“Fuck, Aeron. You’re so big,” she gasps, her legs coming up and thighs trying to clench together to stop me from going any deeper.
“And you’re going to take every fucking inch like a good little doll, aren’t you?” I snarl, my palms gliding up her arms to clasp our hands together, keeping them above her head.
“Y–yes, sir.” Her thighs open again, and she gasps when I surge forward more, smashing our pelvises together until I’m fully seated to the hilt.
“Such a good fuck doll,” I praise in a gravelly voice, feeling wetness coat my dick as the words soothe her.
I’ve never cared to praise a woman before, but she responds so well to it that I find myself unable to stop.
I move my hips, and my teeth clench at how fucking good she feels wrapped around me.
So warm, and wet, and fucking tight. I won’t last long at this rate.
“I’m going to fuck this delicious pussy so hard that you’ll be feeling me inside you for weeks,” I growl into her ear, and she whimpers as I pick up the pace, thrusting hard and fast into her tight channel.
God, it feels fucking incredible, and I can’t help but run my tongue up the column of her neck to lick at the sweat that drips down it. Fucking delicious.
“Aeron–god–fuck–that feels so fucking good!”
Her moans spur me on, my body demanding that I fuck her brutally. Letting go of her hands and growling out for her to keep them there, I push up onto my knees and grab her ass, hauling her up so I can go deeper.
We both groan at the new angle, and I can feel her tightening around me, choking my dick just like I told her to.
Such a good fucking girl.
“That’s it, Dove, come for your master,” I grit out, one hand digging into her hip as the other makes its way to her swollen clit.
The noise our bodies make as they slam together is fucking music to my ears, and her cries only grow louder when I strum the bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of her thighs.
Her whole body stiffens, and it takes all my strength to hold her as she bucks wildly, her inner walls gripping me so tightly that it’s a monumental effort not to come inside her right now.
I hold off—barely—watching as every stroke of my cock sends her spiraling into the depths of shuddering ecstasy. Her mouth is open on a silent scream as she comes, and she’s so fucking beautiful that it takes my breath away.
Unable to hold back any longer, I pull out, grunting in satisfaction when she squirts all over me as I hit a sweet spot on the way out. Shit, that was fucking hot.
Letting her legs drop to the bed, her whole body lax and pliant, I move so that I brace my knees either side of her glorious tits. She lifts the blindfold up to look up at me as I stroke myself; her eyes go wide when she catches the glint of silver at my tip.
“No wonder that felt so fucking good,” she breathes out, licking her lips as I furiously pump my dick.
Knox may like to fill her up to bursting with his cum—he has a breeding kink after all—but I want to cover her in my seed. I want everyone to know that I have marked her as mine and that she belongs to me, even after she’s washed it off.
“Open wide, Dove,” I hiss out, and the sight of her pink tongue sticking out in readiness for my load undoes me.
With a deep growl, my dick pulses, hot cum shooting out and covering her tongue, lips, and chin. Fuck, some even lands on her cheek and in her hair, and it’s enough to have more spurting out of my tip.
When I’ve finally finished marking her, I slump, knowing that my weight is probably crushing her but unable to give a fuck. Covering her pussy back in the basement was exquisite, even if I couldn’t see it, but it’s nothing compared to seeing her entire face glistening with my release.
“Can't. Breathe,” she rasps out, and heaving a sigh, I roll off, landing on my back on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling while I get my breath back, my chest heaving. “Jesus, Aeron.”
I chuckle, the sound surprising even to my ears, and I look over to see her gazing at me, eyes wide and those lush lips parted, cum dripping down her chin and the side of her face.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
Something tightens in my chest, my tarnished soul telling me she’s finally ours now. Ours to cherish. Ours to destroy.
Reaching out, I gather a drop of cum on my thumb, taking it to her lips and pushing the digit inside. She laps at it greedily, and a rumble of satisfaction sounds in my chest.
“Much as I love this look on you, Dove…” I sigh, withdrawing my thumb and watching a string of her saliva cling to the tip. My dick fucking twitches at the sight, like we haven’t just exploded with the best orgasm to date. “You need to shower and get ready.”
“Okay.”
Leaning over, I place a soft kiss on her lips, tasting the saltiness of my release. Reluctantly, I curl up and get off the bed, swooping to pick up my discarded clothes, but not bothering to put them on as I head towards the door.
“Aeron?” I pause, my fingers wrapped around the handle as I turn back to look at her.
She’s standing now, looking freshly fucked and fucking glorious, her hair a mass of tumbling red waves.
My grip on the handle tightens. “Thank you,” she says, biting her lip and looking at me, her light blue eyes sparkling with uncertainty.
They dart down to my left pec, to the Tailors’ shears tattooed there that look like they’re cutting into my skin, before she brings them back up to my face. “For the clothes, and, well…”
Something fights within me, a part of me recognizing how fucked up it is for her to thank us for giving her clothes. She should have them by rights, but another part relishes having that power over her, knowing that she is under my control.
“You’re welcome, Dove.”
Then I turn away from the siren behind me and open the door to find Jude smirking on the other side.
“You had a cuntcuddle without me, bro,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his bare chest. I blink, noting that there are no recent scars, and the tension that I always hold in my shoulders drops when I see the lack of them.
I hate that my brother needs to cut himself to help when things get too much, it’s why I encouraged him to learn how to tattoo and why I was one of the first he inked up.
He has a fresh tattoo though. A lark right above his fucking heart.
His lips tilt upwards when he sees the direction of my glare. “Next time.”
Stepping to the side, he allows me to pass, and I turn to see him saunter to the waiting beauty still standing there, looking too fucking tempting covered in cum.
My jaw drops as he tilts her head to the side, and licks up the side of her cheek, clearing the cum that was dripping down it. Specifically, my cum that was dripping down it.
Shaking my head, I turn away from the sight of my brother licking up my release like it’s his favorite dessert and stalk towards my bedroom and the shower that’ll wash off her sweet, intoxicating scent.
It won’t help clear away the grip she has on my soul though. No, that’s hers, hook, line, and sinker.