CHAPTER 17
JAGGER
Eden was bent over the kitchen island, her skirt shoved up around her waist, her panties ripped off and stuffed in her mouth to muffle the screams I was going to force out of her.
Her wrists were pinned behind her back with one of my hands, the other fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat arched and her tits scraped the cold marble every time she moved.
I didn’t ease in. I slammed home in one vicious stroke, burying myself balls-deep, the thick stretch of me forcing a choked scream from her throat that echoed off the cabinets.
She was dripping. Slick ran down her thighs, coated my cock .
. . made every thrust wet and loud. I watched myself disappear inside her, watched the way her pussy stretched around me, greedy and tight, sucking me back in like she was made for this.
For me. For being fucked like a dirty girl on the counter where we made coffee every morning.
Eden tried to say something, and I took pity on her, pulling the panties out of her mouth so I could revel in her screams.
“Harder,” she begged in a wrecked voice as she pushed back against me like she needed more. “Please. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
I fucked her like I hated her, like I loved her, like I’d die if I ever stopped.
Gripping her hair tighter, I yanked her head back until her spine bowed, and sank my teeth into the side of her neck while I drove into her so deep my balls slapped wet against her clit. She cried out, and her pussy fluttered around me, clenching hard.
I slid my hand between her legs and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, rough circles that made her thighs shake and her screams even louder.
Then I pushed two fingers inside her alongside my cock, stretching her impossibly wider, filling her until she was gasping, sobbing, begging for mercy and more at the same time.
“You feel that?” I growled as I scraped my teeth against her ear. “That’s me owning every fucking inch of you. This pussy’s mine now. This ass is next. This mouth—”
I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and shoved her onto her back on the island so that she was spread wide for me.
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I sank back in—deeper this time, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back.
Her nails raked down my chest, leaving red lines I’d wear like badges.
I fucked her mercilessly with deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce.
Her nipples were dark and peaked, swaying in perfect rhythm with every snap of my hips.
“Come inside me,” she begged desperately. “Please—give it to me.”
And I did.
Burying myself to the hilt, I came so hard my vision whited out as I pulsed deep inside her, flooding her until it leaked out around my cock, dripping down her ass and onto the marble beneath us. She clenched around me as her own orgasm ripped through her.
I pulled out and buried my face in her dripping pussy.
My tongue plunged in, and I moaned as I licked her clean, sucking my own cum from her swollen folds.
I swirled my tongue around her clit until she was thrashing and bucking against my mouth, her hands fisting my hair like she was trying to pull me deeper.
“Jagger . . . it’s too much,” she sobbed as her thighs trembled around my head.
I woke to heat and friction and the most painful erection I’d ever had in my life.
My hips were moving in slow, instinctive rolls before my brain caught up. Something soft and warm pressed against my cock, and a low moan vibrated against my chest as I felt hips buck back to meet me, chasing the same rhythm.
My eyes snapped open.
Eden. Holy fuck. I was still in her fucking bed.
Her tank top had ridden up in the night, leaving her back bare against my chest and her breasts exposed. My hand was curled possessively around one soft, heavy breast as she ground back against me.
I froze . . . but she didn’t.
A soft moan slipped from her throat, and her hips rocked back again, harder this time. My dick was throbbing in response and leaking steadily, a wet spot spreading across the front of my pants.
Fuuuuuck. I was going to die.
If she woke up like this, with me here, everything I’d worked for would be gone. She’d never want anything to do with me again. I’d have to kidnap her and lock her in a room for the rest of our lives just to see her.
I slid my arm out from beneath her inch by inch, easing her weight off my chest with a restraint that felt obscene considering what I’d just been dreaming. My body immediately wanted to haul her back.
Thank fuck my brain knew better.
Eden made a small sound as she rolled onto her stomach, and I slid off the mattress.
I couldn’t risk trying to get out of her room right now, so I flattened myself to the floor and slid under the bed, biting back a curse at the smell of her ancient carpet.
The smell wasn’t because she didn’t clean it.
The place was just way too fucking old. This carpet needed to be replaced before I’d been born.
She shifted, and the mattress squeaked like it was going to fall in. The springs dug unforgivingly into my back, and my skin crawled at the realization of how much of my face was touching the floor. I was way too big to be under this bed.
Breathing this quietly took a crap-load of effort, and it was actually incredibly painful to have my dick trying to dig a hole into the carpet.
Eden jolted upright, and I heard her sudden intake of breath. The mattress protested as she practically launched herself off it.
I shifted immediately, angling my hips so I wasn’t grinding into threadbare fibers like a hormonal idiot, and turned my head toward the edge of the bed.
Her bare feet hit the floor, and she hurried for her pathetic excuse of a bathroom.
A second later I heard the bathroom faucet twist on full blast.
Water splashed, and I inched forward just enough to see Eden’s reflection in the sliver of mirror through the open doorway. She was braced over the sink, shoulders tense, and breathing hard. She splashed water onto her face over and over again . . . trying to cool herself off.
I grinned. Yeah. I knew exactly why she was hot and bothered.
Eden pressed both palms to the counter and stared at herself in the mirror with a sexy frown as she shook her head like she was furious with her reflection.
Leaning over, she turned on the shower and then reached for the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head in one slow, almost angry motion.
Her breasts spilled free, and I felt dizzy and a little like I was dying because I knew now how they felt in my hands, and I wanted to grab them again . . . immediately. Her breasts swayed slightly as she shook her hair out, dark strands clinging to her shoulders and brushing her nipples.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sleep shorts and panties together and pushed them down her hips. They slid over the swell of her ass, down her thighs, pooling at her ankles . . . and I was fucking drooling.
The dip of her waist flared into hips that begged to be gripped.
Her ass was round and firm, the kind of ass that would look obscene with my hands on it.
Between her thighs, her pussy was bare, lips swollen and glistening even from this angle, and I wanted to cry because I’d never wanted to taste something so bad.
Eden kicked her bottoms aside without looking and then stepped into her shower.
Usually I would have thought that her cheap white shower curtain was something that only belonged in the Bates Motel .
. . but watching her outline behind it had suddenly turned it into my new favorite bathroom item.
I might provide one in every room in our casinos and label it a luxury item after this experience.
My dick throbbed painfully against my zipper, literally begging me for help. And you know what, I’d already gone this fucking far . . . why not one more step?
Watching her shadowed silhouette behind the curtain, I unzipped my pants, gasping in relief as my cock sprang free.
I wrapped my fist around the base and squeezed, choking back the groan clawing up my throat.
One slow stroke from root to tip, precum slicking the way, and I had to bite my lip so hard that I tasted blood.
She moaned—soft and breathy, the sound carrying over the rush of water—and my hand sped up without permission. I watched her silhouette move and grinned as her head tipped back and one of her hands braced on the wall.
I was pretty sure I’d died and gone to hell when she began working her other hand between her thighs.
Her hips rocked forward, and her ass pressed against the curtain, the thin plastic stretching and clinging like it wanted to be her skin.
I stroked faster, twisting at the head the way I imagined her mouth would. My balls drew up tight, pressure building so fast I could barely breathe. Every moan she let out, every roll of her hips, every time her silhouette arched, I felt it in my cock like a direct line.
She was close.
I could tell by the way her movements turned frantic, hips bucking against her hand, head falling back so her throat arched in shadow. Her moans grew louder and more desperate . . . little gasps and whimpers that made my vision blur.
I was right there with her.
I stroked faster, my thumb swiping over my piercing with every upstroke, precum dripping down my knuckles. My breathing turned ragged, matching hers, my hips jerking into my fist like I was fucking her through the curtain.
She cried out as her silhouette jerked with the force of it, her body convulsing, thighs trembling, her hand pressed between her legs while the water pounded relentlessly over her.
I came with her . . . hot pulses spilling over my fist, splattering the threadbare carpet beneath the bed, my vision whiting out at the edges as I watched her ride out her climax.
Eden finally sagged against the wall, her chest rising and falling hard as the water continued pouring over her.
Wow.