Chapter 22 #2
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, repeating the move several times until her moans lingered.
She was so hot and so damn wet, my fingers slickened the moment I brushed them up and down the length of her pussy.
There was nothing like the feel when I thrust a single finger inside, her muscles immediately clamping around the sudden invasion.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Josette slapped her hands over her face, tossing her head back and forth, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
The more I teased her, the less control I had. I was now thirsting to drink every drop of her sweet cream. I licked up and down fervently, pushing my tongue in beside my finger. When I shoved two additional fingers inside, flexing them open, she bit back a scream.
I chuckled, blowing another swath of hot air across her glistening mound before burying my face into her wet heat. A low-slung growl surfaced, pulsing from my throat as I ravaged her, pumping hard and fast. Her muscles grabbed at my fingers, pulling them in deeper.
As her chest rose and fell, one hand shifted to her breast, her finger absently rolling back and forth across her nipple.
I kept my eyes on her as I feasted, dragging her closer to an orgasm.
I wanted nothing more than for her to explode into my mouth, filling my throat with her sweetness.
I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, licking like an animal in heat, sucking on her clit then thrusting my tongue into her tight channel.
“Mmm… Yes. Yes…” While her words were whispered, the tone almost angry, I knew there was no way she could hold back.
“Come for me, Josette. I need to taste every inch of you.”
As if my command was too much to take, she jerked up from the couch, her eyes opening wide, her mouth twisted.
The rush of her juice was incredible. I continued to plunge brutally, shoving my thumb into the crack of her ass, finding her puckered asshole.
When I breached the dark hole, she lost it again, her body convulsing.
“Oh. I… God!”
I pushed her legs down, keeping them wide open, hungering for more. For a few precious minutes, all time stood still, the only sounds I could concentrate on the slamming of my heart against my chest and her intense cries as a tidal wave crashed over her.
Although she stopped shaking several seconds later, I refused to let her go, lingering in the afterglow of savoring my prize.
Now that she was extra sensitive, goosebumps appeared along her legs, the prickles beneath my fingers creating another fireball of heat furrowing deep in my chest. I had to take her, the need too intense.
I gathered her into my arms, forcing her to straddle me as I eased back onto the couch. Her face was flushed, her eyes still shimmering. Yet whatever she was hiding continued to fuel her uncertainty.
Inhaling, I tangled my fingers in her hair, enjoying the luxurious feel of her long strands. She seemed even more embarrassed than before, the blush creeping up from her neck staining her lovely cheeks. When she attempted to tug the robe over her breasts, I shook my head in admonishment.
“You belong to me, Josette. Every inch. When I come for you, resisting a single desire will prove fruitless. And painful.”
She dropped her hands, pursing her lips, her eyes now shooting a cold, hard glare. “Why yes, sir.” She even licked her bottom lip. I almost dragged her over my lap, but the hunger was too intense.
Every act of defiance was appealing, pushing me into losing control. However, allowing her to play was entirely too charming.
“That’s much better,” I half whispered before rolling the material off her shoulders, brushing my fingers down her arms as the robe began to fall.
Her shudder was audible, her breath skipping. With the stark white terrycloth pooling around her hips, her long hair a tangled mass, she was too edible. I cocked my head, allowing my gaze to fall to her waist. “You are stupendous.”
She studied me for what seemed like an eternity before unbuttoning my shirt, taking her time then dragging the edges away.
Whether or not she was seeing me as a man or nothing more than her captor I wasn’t certain, but there was no denying what we shared.
The woman seemed so tentative as she reached out, barely touching the side of my neck, running her finger over inked lines, her eyes falling to the beloved ink immortalizing Sadie.
“I’m curious. How can you stand such a dangerous world?
Always hiding? Always fighting? It’s affected your life. You admitted it.”
“It’s a way of life that I was born into, not a choice. And to answer your question, you get used to the requirements for safety, protocols that have kept my family alive for generations.”
“So sad and lonely.” She continued her exploration, her delicate fingers rolling down my chest.
“Tell me, Josette. Are you happy? Have you found your one true love, able to live your life in a perfect whitewashed house? I can tell you’re hiding something from me that keeps you from truly being happy.”
“Aren’t you the one who told me everyone is hiding something?
Besides, there is no such thing as perfect, Sinclair.
Real love is messy and unbridled, difficult and painful, but also joyful and provocative.
” She shifted back and forth across my lap, grinding to the point I had difficulty breathing.
My balls were tight as drums, my cock pinched against the zipper of my trousers.
“Does that mean you’ve found it?” I slid a finger down the side of her face, pushing aside several strands of hair in order to see every inch.
“I don’t know. Have I?”
“I guess we’ll see. You’re going to ride me, my sweet Josette. Show me how famished you are.”
Shifting back to my knees, she fingered my buckle, brushing her index finger across it as if in reverence. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she finally decided to obey me, tugging on the leather strap until she freed it from the metal.
I jutted my hips forward until she was able to accomplish her feat, releasing my aching cock.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, no longer worried she would continue struggling.
She knew what would happen, the punishment I would bestow.
I shuddered as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, squeezing before sliding her fingers up and down several times.
Fuck. The feeling was incredible, every nerve standing on end. I was pitched into my own sense of ecstasy, my cock throbbing.
She said nothing, made no sounds whatsoever as she swirled her finger around my cockhead ever so slowly.
Within seconds, pre-cum trickled from the slit.
Hearing her slight murmur forced me to open my eyes, my chest heaving as she ran her finger through the beads, bringing her hand to her face.
The fact she teased me was unexpected, her expression one of command as well as delight.
I held my breath as she brought her finger to her mouth, first sliding it across her lips before opening her mouth.
She’d never looked so beguiling or vulnerable as when she slipped her finger inside, sucking, her jaw clamping down. I was mesmerized as I watched her, my hunger still off the charts. Damn if I wasn’t ready to explode.
After taking her time, drilling her finger in and out, she lowered her hand once again, stroking from the base to the tip, twisting her hand until she created wave after wave of friction. My God, what the woman was doing to me.
She gripped my shoulders, quivering in anticipation. When I pulled her down, pushing the tip past her swollen folds, her fingers dug into me. I yanked her all the way down, exhaling as her muscles struggled to accept every inch of my cock.
“Fuck. So tight.”
While a moan escaped her mouth, she chewed on her lower lip, as if trying to keep from releasing her true feelings. The power of our connection intensified, our heated bodies scalding. I was in a fog as I lifted her again, repeating the move.
Then again.
Jesus. The heat was explosive.
Still trembling, she took several gasping breaths, tossing her head then staring me directly in the eyes as she bucked against me. She pressed her knees against my thighs, holding us both in place and did exactly as I’d commanded, riding me like a wild bronco.
I cupped her breasts, holding her in place, squeezing until she was forced to cry out. I had difficulty concentrating, struggling to catch my breath as she swayed back and forth, her wildness creating a wave of energy rolling through me.
The feeling of being deep inside, of taking what I continuously hungered for pushed hard on my possessive nature. The thought of keeping her, owning her was almost all I could think about.
Every touch of her soft skin invigorated me, every brush of her lips against mine driving me insane.
I pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out in pain.
But the look in her eyes, the glassiness while her eyelashes skimmed across her soft cheeks was a clear indication she thrived on the hint of agony.
Within seconds, I could tell she was close to another orgasm. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were dilated, her mouth open in a perfect O.
As she threw her head back, gasping for air, I pressed my fingers into her hips, holding her in place, my cock growing inside her tight little channel.
The rush of her juice covering my shaft boosted my desire.
I needed to claim every inch of her, to take everything that I’d hungered for since meeting her.
Nothing was going to stop me.
“So good. So… Good. Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I longed to fill her with my seed, to cover every inch of her body with my cum. Being with her had already become an obsession.
She gasped, raking her fingers down my chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. I’d never seen another woman react with such passion, her skin shimmering. My thoughts became vile and sadistic, my need to consume her uncontrollable.
When she stopped shaking, she lowered her head, folding her body against mine.
I closed my eyes, allowing the comforting moment even though my cock continued to ache like a son of a bitch.
I rolled my hand through her hair, rubbing my fingers down her spine then twisting my hand around her silky strands.
With her eyes still dilated, she laughed softly and lolled her head against my shoulder. My cock throbbed deep within her wetness, the need to release driving me into the moment of losing all control.
But I needed more. Every inch. It wasn’t enough that I’d claimed her pussy.
Now I needed to claim her tight little ass.
When I pushed her down on the couch, she purred and reached for me.
I eased onto one knee, studying her features in the glow of light. She was truly stunning. While I needed answers, being with her, claiming her seemed far more important than anything else.
The rest of the world could wait until I’d had my fill.
And that was far from being over.
As soon as I turned her over onto her stomach, she pushed up from the cushion.
“What are you doing?”
I raked my nails down her spine, tapping her bottom with my hand. “Laying claim.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning,” I whispered harshly as I thrust my cock back into her sweet nirvana. “You belong to me, sweet Josette. For as long as I desire.”
The woman was mine.
Mine to keep and protect.
Mine to fuck.
And mine to lock away.