Chapter Twenty-One #3
"You're gonna kill me,” he whispered, voice thick with need and wonder, fingers sliding along my hips to my breasts, feeling me even as I drove him crazy.
I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, and his were glazed with desire. The powerful man who commanded respect everywhere was completely unraveled by me .
My lips curved into a wicked smile as I felt his cock pulse against me, harder than ever, and I couldn’t hide it.
"That's it ," he growled, and his control finally snapped.
In a fluid motion, he flipped our positions, his hands gripping my hips as he settled between my thighs, hovering over me. The sudden shift left me breathless, pinned beneath his powerful frame.
"I can’t wait any longer,” he rasped, his gaze devouring every inch of me pinned beneath him. “I need to be inside you.”
His hands slid down my legs, lifting them high over his broad shoulders. The position left me completely open and exposed to his gaze. He stared down at me like I was something sacred, something to be worshipped.
“So wet,” he breathed, fingers brushing my entrance. "So ready for me."
Instead of his cock, his fingers explored me, two thick digits circling my entrance, gathering the plentiful wetness there before slowly pushing inside. The stretch was familiar now, but still intense even with his slow movements.
"So tight," he groaned, watching my face as he pumped his fingers in and out. "Even after I ate out both your little holes, you’re so tight.”
His thumb found my clit, circling the swollen nub while his fingers continued their preparation. I moaned softly, loving the feeling of his knuckles meeting my skin every time he pushed in.
"There you go,” he crooned, adding a third finger and stretching me wider. "Opening up for me so good.”
He worked me with patient intensity, his fingers curling to hit what I was sure was my G-spot.
The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced—sharp and electric, shooting through my core like lightning.
My body jerked involuntarily, a startled gasp tearing from my throat as the unfamiliar pleasure hit me.
"What—" I breathed, my voice breaking as his fingers found that same spot again, pressing against it deliberately. The feeling was so intense, so foreign, that I instinctively tried to pull away, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.
"Easy, princess," he soothed, his free hand stroking my hip to steady me. "I know it's a lot. Just breathe through it."
But I couldn't breathe. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too strange—a deep, pulsing ache that seemed to radiate from somewhere I didn't even know existed. It was so different from how he made me feel in the living room.
My back arched off the bed as he stroked that spot again, my body flinching from the sheer force of sensation. It felt like he was reaching into the very core of me.
"I can't—" I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets as waves of unfamiliar sensation crashed through me. "It's too much, I don't like it.”
“But you’re taking it so well,” he cooed, his voice a calming force as he watched my face contort with foreign pleasure. "This is your G-spot, princess, you’ve never touched here before, yet you’re being such a good girl for me.”
I could only whine, unable to form words as he continued his assault on that hidden place inside me. The pleasure was building to something I'd never felt before, Jax’s praise carrying me through it.
Then he stopped.
His fingers withdrew, leaving me gasping and empty. The sudden absence made me whimper, my body clenching around nothing, desperate for the fullness of his fingers to return.
"Shh," he crooned, his hands stroking my trembling thighs as he positioned himself at my entrance. "I know. I know you want more."
My body was hypersensitive now, every nerve ending alive and aching. The intense stimulation had left me loose and pliant, my muscles relaxed in a way I'd never experienced. I felt open, vulnerable, and ready.
“So sweet,” he breathed, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed body from above me. His voice was thick with desire as he began to push himself slowly inside me. "So wet, so ready for my cock. That's exactly what I wanted."
I gasped at the intrusion, but he slid in easier than I expected, my body welcoming him with a little resistance. His thumb found my swollen clit, making me jerk and moan as he continued his slow advance.
"You're perfect like this," he continued, pushing deeper, voice strained with the effort of going slow. "All sensitive for me. Feel that? Feel every inch as I fill you up?"
His eyes never left my face as he watched for signs of discomfort. The stretch was intense, but the way he filled me felt so right, it made my toes curl.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so tight, princess."
He continued rubbing slow circles on my clit as he began to move. The sensation of his thickness sliding in and out of me while his fingers worked my most sensitive spot had me gasping, my back arching off the bed.
The feeling was so different, feeling so impossibly filled, pleasure overtook my every sense.
"Look how perfectly you take me. Watching my big cock disappear inside you is the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen."
He gathered the wetness from where we were joined, bringing his slick fingers to my breast. I watched as he painted my nipple, my breath hitching.
He leaned down to lap it right up with his tongue, flicking my nipple, as he continued to piston in and out of me the entire time.
“Addicting,” he murmured against my skin, his tongue swirling around the peak.
His thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful, but still careful, still attentive to every gasp and moan that escaped my lips. The angle had him hitting spots inside me I didn't even know existed, building pressure that threatened to tear me apart.
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you,” he panted, his thumb never stopping its relentless circles on my clit. "You trusting me, taking everything I give you. So fucking right, princess."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the way he filled me completely was driving me toward the edge. I could feel myself climbing higher, my body coiling tight with impending release.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
The orgasm crashed over me with devastating force, my body convulsing around him as I screamed his name. He groaned, his own control shattering as my walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper into the storm of sensation.
“I’m coming,” he growled against my throat, his body shuddering as he found his own release. “In my fucking pussy. All fucking mine.”
But he didn't pull away. His hips continued in a slow, grinding rhythm, working us both through the aftershocks as he pulsed inside me. Every breath was a struggle as pleasure continued to ripple through my body.
“I can’t get enough,” he panted against my neck, his voice wrecked.
His hands roamed my sweat-slicked skin, fingers tracing patterns that made me shiver. When he finally began to move again, I thought I might die from the intensity. My body was hypersensitive, every thrust sending shockwaves through my core.
"I want to watch you come one more time,” he ordered, his voice dark with promise. “I want to see those pretty eyes roll back while you scream for me."
I didn’t think I had it in me, but his thumb returned to my clit, circling the swollen nub while his cock stretched me wide. It was almost too much to bear, but I craved it, needed it like air.
"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, gathering more of my arousal and spreading it across my other breast. "Dripping all over my cock like the princess you are.”
His words sent another wave of heat straight to my core. I was his princess, and I was finally accepting it. I wanted to be his princess. I wouldn’t let any other woman take that title.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his thrusts becoming more demanding. "Tell me who’s princess you are.”
"Yours,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m your princess.”
"That's right," he growled, his pace increasing. "My perfect little princess. My dirty girl who takes my cock so beautifully."
I moaned in response, hazily watching his blond, sweat-dampened hair fall into his eyes as he thrusted into me. He held me with a tenderness that belied the filthy words spilling from his mouth, and I knew he was mine, too. Only I would ever see this sight again.
“And you’re mine,” I breathed, watching his blue eyes flick to mine with a dark fire burning through them.
“Yes, yes yes ye s. I am all yours, princess. This big cock belongs only to you.” He shivered from the admission, moaning as he squeezed my hips tighter and thrusted faster.
The pressure was building again, faster this time, more intense. My body was already primed, already desperate for another release, and he knew exactly how to push me over the edge.
“You’re close,” he observed, breath hot against my ear. "Your pussy's getting tighter, gripping me like you never want to let go."
The words were filthy, possessive, and they drove me wild. I could feel myself climbing toward another peak, my body trembling with the effort to hold on.
"Let go," he whispered, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. "Come for me again. I want to come with you.”
I screamed as my body convulsed around him, my back arching as I cried out his name. It was so intense, so blissfully good. He groaned, his own control slipping as my walls squeezed him relentlessly .
"Fuck, yes," he panted, his hips stuttering against mine as he came again with a deep, sexy moan. "So good, so fucking perfect."
When he finally collapsed beside me, we were both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. He pulled me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me possessively.
“I’m yours,” he murmured into my hair, his voice soft but certain. "Always yours, princess."
I lay curled in his arms, feeling claimed, cherished, and completely satisfied. Both of us were drunk on each other, and I knew he was right. He was mine, and I wasn’t afraid to claim him anymore.