Pov Aj #3
I slam deep and come with a suppressed roar, flooding her pussy with thick, heavy spurts.
The pleasure is intense, almost painful—every pulse of my cock shooting more cum into her, filling her until it starts leaking out around my shaft.
I grind against her ass, letting her feel every throb as I empty every last drop.
When I finally pull out, my cock is still hard, shiny and slick with our mixed cum. It trickles from her stretched cunt onto the sheets. I drag two fingers through the mess and smear it up over her tight little asshole.
“I like stretching tight fucking holes.”
“Wolff… I…I need a minute…” she whimpers as I press a cum-coated finger against her tight ring of muscle and push in slow.
“Not asking for your permission, solnyshko.”
I sink my finger deep, feeling her tense up around me as I work her open. Her breathing turns shallow and ragged.
“You’re going to take my fist.” I work my finger in deeper.
“I…I don’t know if I can—”
“You will.”
I lean over her back, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I stretch her asshole wider with a second finger.
“Because I want to feel that tight little hole wrapped around my fist…and you’re going to let me.”
The third finger, she’ll fight. I know she will.
“Ah—fuck! Wait. Please—”
I don’t wait.
Grabbing the back of her neck to hold her down, I keep working her ass open. The second my hand closes around her throat—
“No! Not my neck—don’t—” Her nails fly back as she shrieks, clawing viciously at my wrist. “Jackal! Jack— Jackal!”
She’s screaming it over and over, body bucking wildly. Her breathing turns into sharp, broken gasps. She’s fighting me like her life depends on it, thrashing under my hold.
For a split second, I freeze—shock ripping through me like ice water. I yank my fingers out of her ass and release her neck.
Her body curls in on itself, trembling, hands pressed to her throat, her face buried in the pillow. She’s choking on her own tears, trying to muffle the sound of her sobs.
Fuck.
I roll her onto her side and pull her chest against mine without thinking. Taking her shaky hand, I press it flat over my heart, covering it with my own.
“Feel that. Right here. My heart. Breathe with it.”
She’s grasping at my skin, body still jerking with panic.
“In.” I breathe deep so she can feel my chest rise under her palm. “Out. Slow. Again.”
I keep my hand locked over hers, holding it firmly against my chest. “You’re safe, AJ. You said Jackal, and I stopped. Breathe with me. In…slow. Out.”
Her breathing is ragged and too fast. But slowly—painfully slowly—it starts to match mine. The trembling eases. Her gasps turn into smoother inhales. Her muscles uncoil a fraction.
“I can’t… I can’t be touched there.” She swallows hard. “On my neck. I can’t. But…I want this. I want you. Just…not there. I’m sorry.”
I’m excruciatingly aware of how much of her is touching me now. Her tits pressing against my chest, her stomach against my still half-hard cock, her nails digging into me. But she doesn’t pull away. And I don’t move.
My throat still burns, raw from screaming the safeword. The panic has drained away, leaving behind this heavy, suffocating quiet that makes me uncomfortable.
I stare at his chest, my fingertips resting over the rough, burnt edges of his Sovereign brand. His heartbeat is steady under my palm.
His arm stays locked around my waist, holding me against him. My body aches everywhere. Between my thighs. Deep in my ass where his fingers had been stretching me. But the worst ache is in my chest.
I didn’t mean to freak out like that.
I should’ve said something sooner. I just…didn’t know how. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. To fuck me harder. To push me until nothing else existed.
Now I feel like I ruined everything.
I broke the only moment when he actually wanted me.
“I didn’t mean to—”
His hand tightens on my waist, cutting me off. “Stop talking.”
My eyes sting. I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood, fighting back more tears. After a few minutes, he starts to pull away.
I twist in his arms before he can get far. “Wait—”
Looking up at him, I search his shadowed face. His jaw is locked tight, green eyes distant.
“I didn’t mean to mess this up. We can keep going. I can take it. We can—”
He’s up and off the bed in one fluid motion, putting space between us like I’m something poisonous. Heart lurching, I sit up quickly, dragging the sheet around my naked body.
“Go to sleep.”
“Wolff, please—”
He shoots me a look so cold my stomach drops.
His cock is half-hard, still slick and shiny from being inside me as he yanks on his sweatpants. The sight makes shame crash over me in a freezing wave.
I fucked up.
Of course he doesn’t want me now. I’m a mess, nothing but a needy, used-up girl who can’t even take a cock without having a full meltdown.
He moves around the room in silence—pulling on a shirt, shoving his boots on like he can’t get away from me fast enough. Like the last thirty minutes never happened.
I curl tighter into myself on the bed, watching him. When he’s done, he stands by the door, back turned to me. I fall back against the pillows and stare at the ceiling. The ache between my legs feels cruel now—a mocking reminder of what I just destroyed.
Tears slip down my temples and disappear into my hair.
I’m so fucking stupid.