Chapter 7 Ella #3
He keeps working my clit, dragging out my orgasm until I’m a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him, my pussy fluttering helplessly around his thick cock.
“Ella.” My name is both a plea and a warning, and then he’s coming, his cock jerking deep inside me as he fills me up, hot and thick, his cum flooding my pussy.
I can feel it, the pulse of his release, the way it spills into me, overflowing, dripping out around his cock as he keeps fucking me through it, his hips stuttering, his breath ragged against my neck.
“Fuck. Fuck!” His voice is rough, broken, his forehead pressing to mine as he empties himself inside me, his cock twitching with every last spurt.
Watching Jack Carter come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. This moment—this entire evening—will be forever seared into my memory.
The room goes quiet, the only sound our mingled, ragged breathing.
Our eyes meet, and then we’re kissing, hungry and filthy, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as I giggle against him, breathless and giddy. He kisses me like he’s starved for me, like he can’t get enough, and I kiss him back just as desperately, my fingers tugging at his hair.
“Holy shit,” I breathe against his lips, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around his hard cock. “That was…”
“Perfect,” he says, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. His cock is still buried inside me, thick and slick with his cum, and the thought of it, of how full I am, of how his I am, makes me whimper.
I nod in agreement. “Completely earth shattering.”
He kisses me again. “Are you okay? I got rougher than I meant to at the end.”
I love that I made him lose control like that, and I grin up at him, biting my lip. “I’m freaking glorious right now.”
He chuckles, a low sound that makes warmth pool in my stomach, and then he’s rolling us, his cock still deep inside me as he moves onto his back with me splayed on top of him.
He holds me close with my head on his chest, my pussy dripping cum onto his stomach.
He strokes his hands up and down my back, and kisses the top of my head.
I’m unbelievably blissed out right now. I feel like I’m floating. I’m tingling from head to toe. My pussy is sore, but I like it. I wanted to be sore from Jack, and he gave me exactly what I asked for.
We stay like that for several minutes, Jack’s cock gradually softening inside me as we cuddle close, hands sliding over skin. Eventually, he sighs and eases me off of him.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he says, and I lay back on the bed, legs shamelessly spread as his cum drips out of me.
“Okay, Daddy,” I say in a deliberately breathy voice, and when Jack looks at me, his cheeks are pink. He’s blushing, and I freaking love it.
“Be right back,” he says, and ducks into the attached washroom. When he returns with a cloth, he sits down on the bed and starts wiping our mess off of my thighs, my stomach, my mound. Finally, he moves to my pussy, gently spreading me open and wiping away the cum leaking out of my sore hole.
“Was that…” He clears his throat. “Too intense? You can be honest with me, Ella.”
I push up onto my elbows, watching as he cleans my pussy. “Not at all. I didn’t know I had a Daddy kink, but I think it’s safe to say I definitely do. All of the Daddy talk was ridiculously hot.”
His breathing changes slightly and he starts working the cloth across my clit in teasing sweeps. “I meant everything I said, sweetheart. I want to keep you, and take care of you, and protect you. I want to do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
The warm cloth drags over my sensitive pussy one last time, and I shiver involuntarily. He tosses the cloth into the nearby hamper, but then spreads me open with his thumbs, staring intently between my legs. Heat blooms across my skin as he stares at the most intimate part of me.
He bends down and presses a soft, almost reverent kiss to my clit, making my chest ache and heat pool in my tummy. “So fucking pretty,” he says softly. He kisses my clit once more, and I whimper softly, hips shifting.
“Jack,” I say in a shaky voice.
He kisses me one last time and then pulls away. “I know you’re oversensitive right now, sweetheart. I just couldn’t resist giving my good girl a little kiss.”
My toes curl at the words good girl. I’m learning all kinds of fun things about myself tonight. I’m not shocked that I have a praise kink—I could’ve guessed as much based on what I like to read—but the Daddy kink caught me off guard.
Not that I’m complaining. Not. At. All.
I yawn big and loud at that point, and then Jack and I both laugh. I bet he’s tired too, after working all day and then fucking the daylights out of me.
We quickly work together to change the sheets, removing the ones that are tangled and damp with cum.
When we slide back under the covers he pulls me into his arms like I’m something precious, something fragile.
His chest is solid beneath my cheek, his heartbeat slow and strong, and I melt against him, boneless and glowing.
“I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you,” I murmur. The words spill out before I can overthink them, but they’re true. “You were so… big. And strong. And I wanted you to be mine.”
His arms tighten around me. “Same, sweetheart.” His voice is rough, like he’s holding back. “Felt like I got hit by a fucking truck.”
“Nope. Just little old me.”
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Still do.” He lets out a long breath, stroking his hand up and down my back.
“What were you running from, sweetheart? I’ll protect you from anything, but I need to know.”
The question hangs between us, heavy and inevitable. I’ve been avoiding it, but now, wrapped in his arms, sore from giving him my virginity, I can’t lie.
I take a deep breath, my fingers curling against his chest. “My parents. They…” My throat tightens.
“They tried to force me into an engagement. This guy named Bradford Guilfoyle. He’s a rich asshole who my father wants me to marry for business reasons.
They didn’t even ask me. Just decided.” After that, the entire story and then some comes pouring out of me.
Their controlling ways, how they’ve always treated me as a pawn to be used, not an individual with hopes and dreams and, you know, basic human rights.
He listens as I talk and talk, letting it all out.
It’s cathartic, telling my truth to someone who cares about me.
Finally, when he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. “They tried to sell you off.” It’s not a question.
I nod, my cheek still pressed to his chest, and his heart is definitely beating faster than it was a few moments ago.
“I overheard them talking at the party. Like it was a done deal. Like I was some…some asset to trade.” The words taste bitter in my mouth, and tears prick at my eyes.
“I lost it. Told them to fuck off. Then I packed a bag and ran.”
His arms tighten around me, his voice low. “No wonder you were so scared. Fuck, sweetheart. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
“And I’m not sure that it’s over. My father’s used to getting what he wants. My mother…” A shaky breath escapes me. “She’ll see this as a humiliation. They might come looking for me.”
Jack’s grip turns almost bruising, his voice full of dark promise. “They’ll never get their hands on you. Not as long as I’m breathing.” His fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. The heat in them isn’t just desire—it’s fury. Possession. “You’re mine now, Ella. They can’t touch you.”
My pulse jumps. “What if they find me? What if they try to make me go back?”
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, his voice calm and quiet and terrifying. “Let them try.”
Relief and happiness and a feeling of safety all rush over me. I press a kiss to Jack’s collarbone, tasting the salty warmth of his skin. “Thank you.”
He kisses me then, slow and sweet. “You don’t need to thank me, Ella. Taking care of you is my honour.”
I push up and wipe away the tears now slipping down my cheeks. “This doesn’t feel real.”
He reaches up and swipes away my tears. “It’s real. I promise you, sweetheart. It’s fast and it’s crazy, but I want to keep you forever.” I’m crying harder now, and Jack holds me, the solid warmth of his body anchoring me against the onslaught of emotions crashing through me. “Are you okay?”
I laugh and wipe at my face. “Yes. I’m more okay than I’ve been…maybe ever. I’m perfect. I’m sore. I’m happy. I can see a future that didn’t exist for me just a few days ago.” I lift my head and meet his eyes. “I’m yours.”
The snow falls silently outside, thick and endless, sealing us in. Jack’s hand slides up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
I finally know what home feels like.