Chapter 20 #2
As a second orgasm spilled over the first, the sensations became painfully beautiful and nothing else mattered but that moment. My heart skittered, my pulse raced, and while I was being ravished, I was floating on air.
This wasn’t supposed to make me feel this way. I wasn’t this girl. He wasn’t this man. But together we were combustible.
As the fleeting wave began to ebb, he eased me onto my feet and rose to his full height. Panting, I managed to look him in the eyes as he dragged his tongue around his lips. Damn him for making eating pussy look so incredibly sinful and hot.
After raking his fingers down my chest, he took a step away.
There was still no urgency in undressing.
He knew he had me under some crazy kind of spell.
I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he.
We were locked together in a sequence of unholy events, but this was the final claiming before I was forced to honor the commitment of marriage.
It dawned on me that I didn’t completely hate the idea. That should concern me deeply, but nothing would right now.
Jago’s eyes were full of possession as he finished undressing.
They were so powerful in how they drew me in that I couldn’t stop staring at them.
But when he released his cock, my gaze was drawn to the incredible creation.
A thing of perfection, standing out long and proud.
I wanted to be able to drop to my knees in exchange for the ecstasy he’d provided me, but I sensed almost immediately he wasn’t going to allow that to happen.
His sense of need returned as soon as he was naked.
His hands were on me again, caressing my breasts as he towered over me.
He had a magical way of keeping me enticed even as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
The pain was lovely, delicious in every way and he was rewarded with a series of moans that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
His statement somehow made the moment that much sexier.
He lifted me off the floor once again, wrapping my hips around his thighs.
I stared down at the throbbing, almost purple head of his cock just before he aligned it against my entrance.
My pussy was already clenching in anticipation.
He was so large I’d been afraid I couldn’t take him, but as with everything about the man, he’d already proved me wrong.
I sensed he was losing control and wanted nothing more than to push him to do so. When I gripped his shoulders, panting in his face, he laughed softly.
“Careful there, my sweet Genevieve. I just might wreck you.”
“Do it.”
He tipped his head to the side before he pushed his cock halfway into my tight channel. The mischievous look on his face forced me to purse my lips. Was the bastard testing me?
I arched my back and dug my knees into his sides.
Goosebumps had already chased themselves over every inch of my skin more than a few times.
His eyes lit up once again and he thrust the remainder of his shaft inside.
He remained where he was, his breathing becoming heavier.
I enjoyed the quiet moment as we stared into each other’s eyes. This was the calm before the storm.
My muscles tensed then cinched around the thick invasion. No man should be allowed to be so big and long. I bit my lip as he pulled out, even digging my nails into his skin.
His loss of control continued and he started fucking me like the true savage he was.
The brutal thumping built another wave of lava that threatened to overheat us both. But he wasn’t about to stop, now fucking me as if his life depended on it.
I scratched his back, not on purpose, but in doing so all I could think about was that I’d marked him like he was doing with me.
Only he was using his scent and this time I might allow it to linger for a long time.
The strain on his face was mesmerizing, the twitch of his mouth keeping me entertained.
His eyes were now closed and I squeezed my pussy muscles on purpose. With a dark chuckle, he ripped me away from the wall, taking three strides toward the huge bed and dumping me in the center.
Before I had a chance to playfully crawl away, he was on the bed positioned behind me. He jerked my head back by my hair before sliding his hand around my throat.
“Teasing me isn’t the best thing for you to do,” he growled and didn’t waste any time driving the length of his cock into my pussy.
“Why is that?”
“Haven’t you heard? Because I’m an asshole.”
He pulled out once again before sinking into me completely. He gripped my hip with his other hand, holding the position just long enough I moaned. There was something entirely different about how he was fucking me now. There was more possession to it, more sensuality and sense of ownership.
I was still tingling all over, but my mind couldn’t process the thought.
As he began to develop a rhythm, he reached around and played with my breast. Just the way he was flicking his finger across my nipple forced several moans from my lip. He was so forceful he was rocking the bed and I still wondered if our raucous activity could be heard.
He pinched and twisted my taut bud again until I cried out before letting go. Everything about the man was huge, including his hands. When he spread his fingers wide, rolling the flat of his hand around my hip, I shuddered more than once.
The hard slap of his hand made me yelp, but I laughed afterwards. For such a brutal man, he had a playful side I hadn’t seen coming.
Jago started fucking me in earnest again. I was sweaty and hot, enraptured and hoping this would continue.
He refused to stop, his stamina unlike any other man I’d been with. My throat was scratchy, my pants barely recognizable, and beads of his sweat tickled my back as he fucked me.
I couldn’t care less that I’d be sore.
Or that I was supposed to hate him.
How could I think of anything else but the incredible orgasm that rushed through me, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors in front of my eyes?
“Oh. Oh. Yes. God, yes. Yes…” I closed both as the climax electrified my entire body. I felt him tense and clenched my pussy muscles again. There was something delicious about taunting him.
His pants became strangled. With a deep roar, he threw his head back and yanked me back with him as he erupted deep inside. He wrapped his other arm around me, finally easing his hold on my throat. “You do something to me,” he whispered.
It was as close to an endearing comment he’d made and I had a feeling they were few and hard to come by.
Perhaps he was reading my mind again because only seconds after making the statement, he pulled out and climbed from the bed.
I collapsed, still trying to catch my breath when I heard the soft click of the door after he’d left.