Chapter 12 Jasper
TWELVE
JASPER
The high of a kill brings me close to the realms of outer space, an unmatched thrill entering my body every time I watch the life drain out of someone else’s eyes, but today, I was brought to the precipice of this universe because of my own personal Angel of Death – the woman who very well may send me to my grave if she moans one more fucking time.
I’ve never felt like this before, like my life is being held in the palm of someone else’s hands, but Carter has me, in every sense, every aspect, every feeling, and I’m perfectly okay with that.
When – not if – she kills me, I’ll die happily at her mercy, as long as she makes it feel good.
“Are you okay with more?” Tyson asks, constantly checking on her, and I’m thankful for him, because she needs his gentle approach to make this work.
I’m more than happy to follow his every demand, knowing that behind the control-freak at the helm, he has her best interests at heart.
“More … everything … something. Please, Tyson,” she begs, and I can’t help but smirk, my already throbbing cock nearly ready to explode from too much excitement.
“Don’t ask me, baby girl. If you want something, you’ll need to talk to him,” he answers, nodding his head toward me, and even in her post-orgasm bliss, she still finds ways to challenge me.
“Not until he begs me first,” she counters, earning herself a wicked slap from Ty, her ass cheek nearly vibrating with how hard his palm connected with her skin.
“That’s not what I said, Carter.”
“Fine. Jasper, will you please show me what it’s like to be fucked properly?” She huffs, her words dripping with sarcasm, and even though Tyson loves to train a brat, he lets it slide this time.
Satisfied, he nods, and I lay her flat on her back, kissing my way from her neck, down her chest, stopping to tease both her nipples with my tongue before cascading down to her perfect, pink pussy lips.
The metal on my belt buckle clanks together as I drop my jeans and toss them to the floor, my cock springing to life as my boxers follow suit, falling into the pile of discarded clothing.
“Spit,” I say, holding my hand under Carter’s lips, and with only a small eye roll, she does exactly as she’s told, but keeping her gaze on me as I rub her saliva on my cock from base to tip.
“No,” Tyson says, holding one finger up, and I swear to God, I might rip his arms and legs from his torso in about two seconds, the power trip clearly going to his head. “Beg her.”
A sinister smile breaks out across her face, small dimples protruding from her cheeks as she absolutely revels in this moment, mirroring the excitement of a pig rolling in shit.
“Principessina, please allow me the honor of destroying your perfect cunt, and the opportunity to bring it back to life,” I say, my tone mocking her sarcastic words, and she bites her lip, holding back a laugh.
“You’re such an asshole, Jasper,” she groans, inching closer until the head of my cock is lined to her entrance, a bead of precum dripping down her thigh.
“Don’t worry, my perfect little slut, I’ll take your asshole one day, too.” I wink at her, slowly pushing the tip until it breaches her pussy, the muscles clenching instantly, nearly choking the life out of me, but I inch forward, not wanting to hurt her as she claws the bed sheets.
“Jasper, it’s so much,” she whines, attempting to pull away, but I place my hands on each side of her face, caging her body under mine as I talk her through it.
“You can take it, Carter. I know you can, just keep your eyes on mine and breathe,” I whisper, dipping my tongue out to tease her lips, but she wraps her arms around my neck, enveloping me in a kiss that steals my breath, but relaxes her at the same time, allowing me to push into her tight channel.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, thrusting as lightly as I can possibly go, watching her breathing intensify, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head as she’s filled with pure ecstasy.
“Tyson, I need you, too,” she moans, reaching for him as her body begins to shake beneath mine, her sensitivity on overload.
“I’m right here, baby girl. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel you,” she pleads, and he debates it for about a second, dropping his sweats and falling onto his knees beside her.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” He asks, stroking himself as her eyes widen at his bulge, and I nearly finish from the sight of her preparing to take us both at the same time.
“No. But I want to try,” she confesses, her cheeks blushing bright pink, but I can’t stand it any longer, pulling out to stop myself from filling her with every drop of my release too soon.
“Go ahead, Stellina. Show me what you want, but if it’s too much, tap my thighs, okay?” He bends down, brushing the hair from her eyes, meeting her stare until she nods, and he takes her consent straight to the bank.
In a split second, he pulls his cock out of his boxers, and her eyes nearly pop out of her head at the sight of his length.
“Oh fuck no! That’s not a dick, Tyson! That’s a third fucking leg! It’s not going anywhere near me,” she protests, but he pinches her nipple, effectively shutting her up.
“You’re going to get what you asked for, like the cock whore you aim to be.
That’s what you are, Carter, isn’t it? You wanted us both, to be filled up by two dicks at once, so fucking take it,” he orders, that dominant side of himself coming out to play, and as terrified as Carter looks, she’s so turned on that I feel the moment her pussy gushes like a waterfall at his words.
We push into her at the same time, my cock covered in her drenched pussy while she opens her mouth as wide as she can, taking Tyson’s monstrous dick down her throat, gagging around his length as he inches his way in.
She’s a fucking vision, her petite body devouring every millimeter we give her while she moans, chokes, and convulses under our thrusts.
Everything my girl wants, she’s getting, and I rub my hands along her belly, pressing down on her lower abdomen as I pick up the pace, burying myself until I’ve reached her core.
It’s as far as I’ve gone, so as not to hurt her, but the distraction taking place inside her mouth has stolen every hesitation she held onto previously, and I use my free hand to rub her clit in slow, purposeful circles.
“You’re doing so good, Carter. That’s my pretty little nightmare,” I groan, my release grabbing me in a chokehold, but I’m determined to make her come one more time, the power in that simple act more important to me than emptying my balls.
Just as the words leave my lips, Ty shoves the base of his cock until it presses against her lips, and without hesitation, I wrap my hand around her neck, feeling every inch of him inside the column of her throat.
Before I can even breathe, I pull out of her, spraying her belly with thick ropes of cum, unable to hold back at the marvelous sight in front of me.
“Swallow, Carter. Swallow around his cock, and I promise, you’ll make him feel so good.” I encourage, sliding alongside her naked body, and when her eyes shift from his to mine, she reads me before taking my advice.
On the sidelines, I can only watch in awe as she struggles, but finally takes that gulp, and Tyson roars out in pleasure, holding the back of her head as he thrusts into her throat a few more times.
“That’s it. Wow, you’re so fucking good at this my perfect little cock sucker, he’s so close,” I tell her, slowly maneuvering my fingers into her pussy, crooking them in that one spot that’s sure to light her up like a stick of dynamite.
It’s a sight to see as I’m working her up while he works her mouth, and before long, she’s bucking her hips to match my movements, her moans stifled around his cock.
“Hold it, baby girl. Hold it right fucking there,” Tyson groans, his body shaking as he spills his release down her throat.
He doesn’t move an inch, forcing her to swallow his load while she explodes around my fingers, clenching so hard that I’m afraid they may need to be surgically removed from her pussy.
“Oh my god,” she cries, shaking so hard against the bed that at first, I think it’s from her orgasms alone, but Tyson immediately recognizes it as more, flanking to her side.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Carter. I’ve got you,” he whispers, and when he swipes at her cheeks, I realize that she’s crying, and my entire body shuts down, frozen in place as I’m helplessly stuck on the sidelines.
Ty scoops her into his arms, her head resting on his chest, and just when I’m about to leave them to their emotional moment, she snakes her tiny palm around my arm, nails digging into my skin.
“Don’t you dare fucking leave me, Jasper. I need you, too,” she rasps, her voice nearly decimated after Tyson ravaged her throat, and I’ve never jumped so quickly in my life.
Snuggled against her backside, my arms find a place around her belly, and she sighs contently as I settle behind her, holding her in place while she cries.
What we just did isn’t for the weak, especially with how inexperienced Carter was, but she took everything in stride, challenging us as we gave her what we thought she could handle, and then some.
“You did amazing, baby girl. I’m so proud of you,” Ty says softly, taking her hair in his hands, tying it off with a loose band from her wrist.
“Everything hurts,” she whimpers, spinning around to face me as bright red marks stand out against her tan skin, the places where we claimed her as ours.
Tucking her delicate body under my chest, I rest my chin on top of her head, allowing the comfort that I can give her fill the space between us.
After the rollercoaster of a day we’ve had, all I want is to feel closer to Carter, to let her know that I’m not going anywhere, but even though we crossed new lines, I still feel a wall up between us.
The trust is there, but something is stopping her and I from connecting fully, but I’m determined to decode the issue and break down that final barrier.