Chapter 2 Mia #2
I try to rub my legs together, like that will ease the pressure building inside me.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he promises.
I jolt as his fingers drag through my soaked folds. I’m not above begging my husband to fuck me, but I know Jensen. If I push him, he’ll only drag out the pleasure longer. So I bite my lip, focusing on a spot on the tiles beneath me, waiting for his touch.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do lying here. My captive, ready for me to breed you.” He presses a kiss to my pussy, his tongue flattening against me before he slides the tip inside.
I gasp, my fingers wrapping around the stool legs, like that can ground me. Sparks are dancing behind my eyes, every inch of me alight and alive.
“Thank you for trusting me with your body, Mia,” he murmurs, teasing through my folds again like he’s trying to leave my taste on him.
I try to lift my pussy toward him, thrusting my ass up off the stool, desperately.
I need something to ease the friction inside me, but my husband is not in a hurry.
He carefully parts me and strokes through my folds before he pinches my clit hard enough to make my walls clench. “This is a gift I don’t deserve, but I’ll claim it anyway.”
There’s a beat where everything feels like it hangs in the air. There’s the rustle of clothing, then something presses against my entrance.
Hard, solid. Unyielding.
My mouth is dry while the rest of me is vibrating with anticipation. He doesn’t push inside me, just holds the tip there, ready. My ragged breath echoes in my ears like I’m underwater.
Put it in me.
Why is he waiting?
I’m sure I’m dripping onto the cushioned stool beneath my hips. I groan, almost biting the wood under my chin in frustration.
I’m going to detonate just from this, and he’s not even inside me yet.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” The pressure at my entrance vanishes, and I almost growl with frustration.
I twist to look at him, but the stools wobble. His hand wraps around my hip—a warning to stay still or an attempt to steady me, I’m not sure which.
“Jensen,” I hiss his name, half-warning, half-plea.
He chuckles.
Fucking chuckles.
“Listen to that frustration. You’re so desperate for me you can’t think straight.” I let my head flop over the edge of the stool, sucking in air that doesn’t want to reach my lungs. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
His fingers tease through my heat and my insides fist around nothing. Give me something, Jensen. Please.
He drags the tip of his cock through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. I take a shaky breath and brace. The blunt, thick head pulses against me, ready and searing between my folds. Just one push forward and he’ll be inside me.
“Ready, baby?” I make a garbled sound that isn’t human. I’m too hot, too sensitive, too everything. “I need the words, Mia. I need to know you want me to fuck you.”
“Jensen!” I snap.
He thrusts into me in one hard, claiming push. It robs the air from my lungs, the sound from my throat too. He’s not just fucking me. He’s owning me.
I gasp at the bite of pain, the stretch burning as my body adjusts to his thick, heavy intrusion. The tiles beneath me swim, the stools rock as he pulls back, only to drive deeper into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and hang onto the legs like a lifeline as he fucks me like he’s trying to plant his seed in my uterus wall with force alone.
He fucks me with single-minded ferocity, rough with his cock, his fingers bruising my hips with every pulse of him. I let go of thought, of everything but the feeling of him buried inside me.
His murmured affirmations keep me anchored to him as he drives deeper and harder into my soaked heat.
“Your body was made to take me, Mia. Every hard inch of me.” And he is hard. He’s an unmistakable presence. I feel stretched, full. Deliciously so. “You have no idea what it does to me to see you laid out, bound, and at my mercy while I breed your pretty cunt.”
He groans as my walls clamp around him. My head is spinning.
Heat licks along my spine with every drag of his cock.
It’s too much and yet not enough. I want to touch him, run my fingers through his hair.
I want to look in his eyes as he plants himself inside my body like he owns it and watch him come apart because of me.
But I can’t move.
I can’t do anything but hold on to the last thread of sanity as he undoes everything I am.
I’m nothing more than a vessel to take him.
“Don’t stop.” I don’t know if he can understand my rasped words.
“I’ve got you.” His voice is hoarse, the words stuck between his thrusts.
My fingers ache, but I don’t let go of the stool. I’m his. My bones have dissolved. I’m soaked, trembling, and already fucking ruined.
My orgasm crests like a wave. It’s violent and relentless as it builds. The noises tearing out of me are primal. Tears burn down my cheeks as my body locks and then shatters.
It’s not soft or sweet. It’s pleasure wrapped in aching need and I cry out, moaning his name like a curse and a prayer rolled into one.
His pace stumbles and he lets out a guttural groan as he spills inside me.
I’m limp. Not breathing. Not thinking. Not even holding on anymore. I’m no longer inside my body. I’m floating above it, heat pouring off my skin like molten pleasure.
Complete and utter surrender.
Jensen stays buried inside me, breath hitching like he’s drowning. My head is heavy. I don’t have the strength to lift it, or do anything but lie here.
“You okay, baby?” I try to answer, I really do, but my tongue won’t work. “Hey, Mia? Talk to me.”
I wet my lips. “Mmhm.”
Was that a word?
He chuckles. “Thoroughly fucked and ruined. Have you lost the ability to speak, my little breeding goddess?”
When he slides out, it’s slow, like he doesn’t want to leave my heat. I whimper, my pussy trying to clamp around him to keep him there.
“I wish you could see my cum dripping out of you.” His hand trails close to the hot trickle dripping down my thighs.
He presses his fingers through my folds and slides them inside me. What is he doing?
“Jensen?”
“I don’t want you to waste it, beautiful. It needs to be inside you.” He kisses above my ass before he slips through our arousal again and pushes it back inside my pussy.
His cum. My wetness.
All of it.
It’s possession, protective. It’s fucking unhinged and I’m too dazed to do anything but lie there while he scoops every drop into me like this is a sacred breeding ritual.
“That’s it, baby. Keep it inside you. I want you to feel full of my cum until it makes your belly ache.”
My skin heats and my insides clench around the emptiness he’s left behind. Already, my body wants him again, even though I’m already aching, already sore.
He kisses my back, my thighs, every part of me that’s still trembling with aftershocks. “If you’re not pregnant after this, I’m going to have you on your back every morning, every afternoon, every fucking evening, until you are.”
And maybe I’m as unhinged as him because I hope I’m not, so that he can do this to me every fucking day.