Chapter 37
The air in the safe house is thick with the scent of stale coffee and anticipation.
My fingers drum against the windowsill; a rhythmic beat that matches the frantic pulse in my throat.
Outside, rain splatters on the glass in erratic patterns, blurring the city into an abstract watercolor painting.
Eighteen hours. That’s all it’s been. The minutes are sludging by, and it feels like it’s never going to be time.
“Stop that.” Jagger’s voice rumbles behind me, deep and resonant. I can sense his approach before the old floorboards groan under his considerable weight or his hands land on my shoulders. His palms engulf my shoulders completely, making me feel impossibly small. “You’ll wear a hole in the wood.”
I lean into his touch, my head landing low on his chest when I tilt it all the way back. “I’m bored,” I whine, knowing how pathetic I sound. “And anxious. What if something goes wrong?”
“Nothing is going to go wrong,” he assures me, turning me to face him.
I crane my neck to look at him, realizing that the difference in our size is almost comical.
I barely come up to his sternum, and his hands almost span my entire waist. His blue eyes soften as they scan my face.
“This isn’t our first rodeo. We have planned for every possible outcome. ”
I scowl at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fine, but I’m still crawling out of my skin.”
A slow grin spreads across his face, revealing the slight dimple in his left cheek. “I can think of better ways to pass the time than staring out windows and wearing holes in windowsills.”
“Oh, really? And what might those be?” I sass. My body responds instantly to his suggestive tone, heat pooling in my belly despite my best efforts to maintain my grumpy mood.
His large hands slide down my arms, leaving trails of tingling warmth in their wake. “I think you know,” he whispers, leaning down until our faces are inches apart. His breath smells faintly of mint and coffee. “But if you need reminding…”
I don’t have time to reply before he lifts me effortlessly, one arm behind my back and another under my knees. I gasp, automatically wrapping my arms around his neck as he carries me up the stairs and toward the bedroom like I weigh nothing.
“Jagger,” I protest weakly, even as I nuzzle his neck. “You should be resting to prepare for tomorrow.”
“I’ve done this before,” he playfully retorts, lowering me onto the bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he follows me down, covering my smaller frame with his massive one. “And it’s important to get the blood pumping before any big mission. It gets the adrenaline flowing.”
His lips find mine, and all my thoughts evaporate.
Jagger kisses like he does everything else, with intensity and purpose.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming and exploring, while one hand tangles in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss.
I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding under his shirt to trace the hard planes of his back.
He breaks our kiss, his chest heaving slightly. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?” His voice is rough with desire, sending shivers down my spine.
“Only for you, Daddy,” I breathe, and his entire body tenses at the word.
“Careful,” he warns, though his eyes light up with unmistakable hunger. “You know what happens when you call me that.”
“I’m counting on it,” I reply, arching beneath him.
His playful, predatory grin returns. “Such a greedy girl.” He shifts his weight, propping himself up on one elbow while his free hand roams my body, mapping every curve through the thin fabric of my T-shirt and leggings. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
“You,” I answer immediately. “Always you.”
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through my entire body. “That’s not specific enough. Use your words, Doc. Tell me exactly what you need.”
My cheeks flush, but I force myself to meet his gaze. “I need you to fuck me. Hard. Until I can’t remember my own name.”
“Is that all?” His thumb circles my nipple through the fabric, making me gasp. “Because I think there’s something else you want. Something you’ve been thinking about all day.”
My breath stutters. He knows me too well, which buttons to push to reduce me to a whimpering, needy mess. “I want…” I swallow hard, the words catching in my throat. “I want you to come inside me.”
Jagger’s eyes darken, his pupils expanding until they nearly swallow the irises. “Again?”
“Again,” I confirm, the word barely audible. “And again. Until it takes.”
A guttural sound escapes his throat, something between a growl and a groan. “You want me to breed you, is that it? Fill you with my cum until you’re swollen with my child?”
“Yes,” I whimper, spreading my legs wider when his knee presses between them.
His mouth crashes down on mine again, more demanding and possessive this time. His hands are everywhere all at once, tugging my shirt over my head, unclasping my bra, and yanking down my leggings. The cool air raises goosebumps on my bare skin, even though I’m burning up from the inside out.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his gaze raking over my naked body. “So small, perfect, and made to take me.”
I watch as he strips out of his own clothes, revealing the powerful body that never fails to take my breath away.
Muscles ripple across his chest and arms as he moves, his skin tan and scarred in places from years of dangerous work.
When he pushes down his pants, his cock springs free, thick and erect. I lick my lips, my mouth watering.
“Like what you see?” he teases, though he already knows the answer.
“You know I do,” I reply, reaching for him.
He catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. “Not yet. I’m in charge here, Doc. You get Daddy’s cock when I say you can.”
I can practically feel my pussy grow wetter from the commanding dominance in his voice. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He releases my wrists, but only to position himself between my legs. His fingers find me slick and ready, and he groans as he slides two inside. “Always so eager for me.”
His thumb circles my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, pleasure building quickly deep within my core. “Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” he asks, pumping his fingers in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm.
“Please, put your cock inside me.”
His fingers withdraw, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I wait for him to enter me, only to find him resting his weighty length on my thigh. With my hand in his, he guides it to his cock. “Show me how badly you want it.”
After wrapping my fingers around his thick length, I pull him toward my entrance. “I need it.” I lift my hips and guide his thick tip into me.
A pleased groan rattles from him as he enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The initial stretch is always overwhelming. My body trembles as he sinks deeper, filling me completely. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Daddy,” I exhale. “I belong to Daddy.”
“Such a good girl,” he growls against my ear, beginning to move his hips. “And what does Daddy do for his good girl?”
He sets a punishing rhythm before I can answer, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The bed frame screams beneath us, the sound mingling with my cries and his guttural groans. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper, though he’s already buried to the hilt.
“He gives… her… what she needs,” I manage between gasps. “He… fills her up.”
“Damn right,” he grunts, driving painfully deep. “He fills her until she’s dripping with his cum. Until she’s marked as his.”
My orgasm builds rapidly, the pleasure overwhelming. “Daddy,” I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as the release explodes through me.
There is something about making me come that turns him absolutely feral. He fucks me without abandon, pounding into me like a vigorous machine. Giving me exactly what I asked for. My legs quiver around his waist, teetering on the brink of a release that I’m certain is going to ruin me.
“Come for me again,” he demands breathlessly from his vigorous exertion. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”
His words push me over the edge, and I shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I’m vaguely aware of Jagger groaning my name as he follows me over, his hot release flooding me.
We lie tangled together, both of us breathing heavily. The room is silent, except for the rain still tapping against the windows and the slowing rhythm of our heartbeats.
Jagger shifts his weight, rolling us so that I’m sprawled across his massive chest with his cock still buried inside me. His hand traces patterns on my back, gentle and soothing, as I lie satiated on top of him. “You okay?” he asks, his voice now soft.
“Yes,” I pant, tilting my head to look up at him. His dark hair is damp, sticking to his forehead in places. “Just tired. You?”
“Better than okay.” He chuckles, the vibration rumbling through my body. His fingers run lazily up my spine. “You should rest.”
I move to climb off him, but he firmly grabs my hips to stop me before his cock slides from me. Using his firm grip, he shoves me back over his length. “Be a good girl and keep my cock inside you,” he insists. “Holding my cum in your pussy until I’m ready to fill you again.”
I press my cheek against his sweaty chest and close my eyes as his large arms wrap around me. “Yes, Daddy.”