Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Sailor
My entire body is cold, so when Jaxon puts his mouth on me, it’s welcomed in more ways than one. His mouth is hot and wet, his tongue soft and velvety. He shoves it inside me, fucking me with it while his fingers dig into my thighs.
I want to keep fighting him.
He’s right. I am being a brat because I want him to put me in my place.
I want to see how much of me he can handle.
He didn’t get all of this before, and I certainly didn’t give it to him when I thought he was someone else.
But something about this night, about everything that’s about to happen…
I need to give it my all. I need him to know what he’s getting into, and I need him to be confident that he can handle it.
Jaxon replaces his tongue with two fingers, shoving them inside and wiggling them as his mouth goes to my clit, flicking it with his tongue.
“Ah, fuck!” I cry out, my hips lifting from the table.
My mouth tastes of dirt and dust, my body slick with a sheen of sweat and rain, but this couldn’t be any better.
“You’re so bad at this,” I mutter.
“That why you’re riding my face?” he growls, shoving his fingers in deeper to the point it almost hurts.
I cry out again, my toes curling.
The orgasm hits me, blinding me, and making my body spasm. When I open my eyes, he’s standing over me, breathing harshly, his mask back in place. I open my mouth to tell him that I know, but… something stops me. Not yet. It’s not the right time.
Jaxon grips me by my waist, flipping me over. My arms cross, causing more tension on the ropes and making it harder to move, but I’m bent over the desk, my ass in the air for him to take. I’d be open to it. I’d let him if he wanted to.
I feel the soft head of his cock brush through my pussy lips and I moan, pushing my face into my arm.
“You want this cock. Admit it.”
“Fuck you,” I growl.
Laughing, he keeps dragging his dick along my folds, pressing it right over my asshole.
“I could fuck you here, you know. And you couldn’t stop me.”
“Do it,” I grit out. “I fucking dare you.”
He pushes forward, and panic rises up. If I thought losing my virginity was bad, I know this will be worse. I’ve read enough about it… but right when he gets to the point that I think there’s no turning back, he pulls away.
“Maybe next time,” he says, softly yet still cocky.
“What makes you think there will be a next time?” I spit back.
“God, that mouth,” he says as he shoves his cock right into me. My body lifts, my neck craning back, and my mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Fuck,” I grit out as he starts to fuck me with long hard thrusts. His skin hits mine, making the most delicious sound, and he hits all the perfect spots inside me that already has me wanting to come again.
I don’t know how he does it. It’s like magic.
I won’t tell him that, though.
“I can barely feel it,” I say.
“Oh, yeah?”
He takes a handfull of my hair, yanks my head back, and slams into me harder. This time, it does hurt. Yet it still feels so fucking good.
“Can you still barely feel it, you little slut? I know you can. You’re fucking soaked for me right now.”
A loud crack echoes through the air, and for a moment, I think it’s the thunder, but then my ass burns. Just as it registers, he does it to the other side.
Fuck, I missed this.
“I know your games,” he growls. “I can see right through you. You’re trying to piss me off because you want me to fuck you harder.
” He leans over me, lowering his voice. “But I’ll tell you a little secret.
” He grinds against me, hitting something that feels so good I can’t help but moan. “All you have to do is ask nicely.”
I swear he says something else after that, something that I can’t hear because of the harsh gust of wind outside, but it doesn’t matter because he’s back to fucking me again. So hard the desk is sliding across the floor, making that horrible metal on cement sound that has my skin crawling.
“I’m going to leave you tired up here all night, you know. Do whatever the fuck I want with you, all fucking night.”
Please do.
He grunts, shifting his angle and somehow going even deeper. He shoves my leg up on the table, bending my knee, and this is the deepest he’s ever gone. Leaning forward, he grips onto the desk by my hands, holding it in place as leverage to fuck me harder.
It hurts.
It feels so fucking good.
It’s exactly what I needed.
I feel the anxiety, the stress and worry, shedding from my body. Adrenaline turns into excitement, and once this is all done, I’ll sleep and wake up as a new person.
That’s how it was last time. I don’t know how it works, but it’s the best sort of therapy there is.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls. “This pussy is mine. Just mine. Say it.”
“No,” I grit out.
Another slap to my ass, this time harder.
“Tell me it’s mine.”
“Fuck you!”
“You wanna?” he asks humorously. “I can make it happen if you want to ride my cock.”
I don’t answer him, just hold on tighter and let my body enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me. Somehow, he fucks me faster, and my body grows warm.
“Oh, yes, baby. I feel you tensing. Are you going to come for me again?”
He finds my clit with his fingers, stroking it in the most perfect way to send me skyrocketing into bliss once more.