Chapter 14 #2
She obeyed like a good girl, undulating on me and moaning my name like a filthy prayer.
Her tits spilled forward with every thrust, bouncing in my face, and I seized them—my palms rough and my mouth greedy.
I licked across one nipple, sucking hard until she cried out, then I bit down just enough to make her shiver.
I tugged her other nipple with my fingers, twisting, plucking until she gasped my name again, voice breaking.
The slap of skin on skin, the wet sound of her pussy sucking me in, and the creak of the mattress under us—it was all music to my ears. My cock pulsed inside her, the sting in my palm from spanking her only making me harder.
I wanted to break her, and I wanted to protect her. Both instincts collided and set me on fire.
“Gonna fuck you until you can’t walk for a fucking week.” I bit her earlobe before I pulled back and slammed in again and again.
Her head tipped back, eyes glazed and lips parted on a scream that turned into a moan. “Jaxton!”
My hips pistoned harder and rougher, my hands alternating between gripping her ass to keep her moving and smacking her until her cheeks were hot and marked red by my palms.
“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice sharp.
Her eyes locked on mine, brown and wild, glassy with tears and pleasure.
“That’s it.” I dragged her down hard on me. “Eyes on me while I fuck you. You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
“Jaxton.” Her body clenched tighter around me, her voice cracking on my name again. “Yes. Yes. Oh, yes!”
I gritted my teeth, holding the line, keeping her right on the edge. Not letting her fall. “Don’t come, Lark,” I growled when I felt her vibrating, her breathing choppy. “Not yet.”
I shifted my grip, spreading my thighs wide and dragging hers open with me until she gasped, the stretch biting just enough to make her whimper. Not from pain, just the sharp edge of pleasure that had her pussy fluttering tight around me.
“Hold on.” I guided her arms to loop around my shoulders. “Lean back a little, baby. Let me see you.”
Lark did as she was told, her spine arching and hair spilling wild down her back. The angle gave me the perfect view of my cock driving into her. Fuck. Watching myself disappear into that slick, wet heat and slide back out shiny with her arousal—it was fucking filthy, and I couldn’t look away.
“Fuck,” I snarled, my voice ragged. “Look at you. Taking me so deep. You were made for this cock.”
I swelled even bigger inside her, every nerve firing.
The telltale tingling hit low in my spine, the kind that said I didn’t have long before I blew.
My hands locked on her hips, my fingers biting bruises into her skin as I yanked her down every time I thrust up.
Our skin slapped hard, slick with sweat, the sound echoing with every brutal collision.
She was crying out now, over and over, her voice ringing against the walls. “Oh, yes! Jaxton! Yes! Yes!”
Her walls clamped down, pulsing around me, tighter than a fucking vise. I felt her go rigid, right at the edge.
I smacked her pussy, and that was it—she shattered, screaming my name so loud it rattled my chest.
Her body seized around me, hot and wet, milking me until I lost it too. A roar tore out of me, raw and unrestrained, as I slammed into her one last time and spilled deep, filling her with every pulse of my release.
The world went white-hot, sweat dripping down my spine, my cock throbbing inside her while her spasms dragged every drop from me.
I finally dragged us back on the mattress so my legs were no longer hanging off it.
The sheets bunched under my ass, and the frame creaked as I shifted.
Then I flipped her, rough and quick, until she was straddling me on all fours.
Facing away, hair wild, and tumbling over her shoulders.
Her knees dug into the mattress on either side of my hips, ass in the air and pussy glistening, already painted with her last release.
“Forward.” My hands were like iron on her hips. I guided her down, forcing her spine into a bow, her ass tipped up and her chest dipping low. “Wider. As far as you can go.”
She obeyed, thighs sliding over the sheets until her slick folds brushed the thick head of my cock.
The faintest kiss of heat, the tip pressed right against her entrance.
Just that touch made my jaw clench. I was still steel-hard even after already coming inside her once.
My body didn’t know the meaning of finished when it came to her.
“Such a good girl,” I praised.
I dragged my palm down over the welted heat of her ass, admiring the shape my hand had left earlier, red and perfect.
“Hot as fuck,” I growled, my cock twitching. “Seeing my handprint on this sexy little ass while I fuck you deep. Branding you inside and out.”
Then I hauled her down as I thrust up, slamming home to the root in one savage move. She screamed, her nails clawing the sheets. Her knees slipped wider, opening her even more, forcing her sex to clamp down on me so brutally tight that it bordered on pain.
It took real effort to drag my dick from her vise-like grip. “Pretty little pussy doesn’t want to let me go, does it?” Then I slammed back in, my hips meeting her ass with a smack. “That’s it. Take it all, baby. Until I’m buried so deep you’ll never get me out.”
My hands slid up her belly, caught her tits, and pulled her chest back toward me. She arched, helpless as I fondled her breasts roughly—my palms squeezing and fingers twisting her nipples hard, tugging until she wailed, her cries hoarse and broken.
The feel of her was in-fucking-sane. Stretching around me, choking my shaft, and clenching like her body had been made for one cock and one cock only—mine.
Sweat slicked our skin, every snap of my hips against her ass was echoed by the slam of the bed into the wall.
The smell of us—raw, heavy, and musky—flooded the room like smoke after fire.
And the taste of her was still on my tongue, her orgasm sweet in my mouth, fueling the feral drive tearing through me.
“So fucking tight. You’re choking my dick, Lark.” I pinched her nipples until she cried out again. “Tell me again. Say it while I’m inside you. Who do you belong to?”
She was sobbing my name over and over, nails tearing at my thighs as she shoved herself back against me, desperate to meet every thrust.
“Don’t stop, Jaxton,” she cried, her voice breaking. “Fuck me full, please. I need it—I need you inside me.”
I grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming her down to meet every brutal drive of my cock. Her back bowed, head thrown back, throat bared. I rutted into her like an animal desperate to breed its mate. The thought hit me then, violent and unstoppable.
Holy shit.
An image formed in my mind—her belly swollen with me, marked forever. Mine, in every fucking way.
It almost finished me right there. I bit down on my snarl, clinging to the ragged edges of control, determined to hold until I felt her shatter first.
I bent low, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “Come, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Her cries pitched high, a litany of yes, yes, yes—until her whole body convulsed, her pussy spasming around me. She broke apart hard, screaming my name, her heat gripping me like she never wanted to let go. “Jax!”
I gritted my teeth, riding the edge of my own release—but holding it back for just another second, because the next wave would be the one that fucked her full.
Her spasms around me dragged a curse from deep in my chest. Every clench of her slick heat was like a fist milking me, and it finally dragged me straight over the cliff.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! Yes, baby! Fuck!”
I locked my hand over her lower belly, splaying my fingers wide until my palm covered the soft skin right above where we were joined. My other hand clamped hard on her hip, holding her down, making her take every brutal inch as I slammed into her deep enough to bump her cervix.
“Gonna fill you up, baby.” My voice was so rough, it sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. “Breed you. Make you mine in every way.”
She whimpered, still shuddering through her orgasm, and pushed back into me like she wanted it, needed it. “Please, Jaxton. Don’t stop.”
Her plea tore the last bit of control from me.
I drove in one final time, grinding against her while my cock pulsed thick and hot.
The release ripped through me in violent waves.
I held her crushed against me, buried to the hilt, as my come spilled into her—spurt after spurt, filling her so full I swore I could feel her body drinking it down.
“Take every drop, Lark,” I ordered, looking over her shoulder, my eyes locked on where our bodies met, watching her stretch around me. “Gotta make sure you’re bred, baby. You’re mine. Inside and out. Don’t forget it.”
Her whimper turned into a broken moan, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on my thighs as I pushed in just a little more, my hands splayed over her chest and holding her tight against me. Refusing to let her move, keeping her locked on my cock until the last pulse faded.
She was practically boneless, her chest rising and falling hard, tits spilling through my fingers as I cupped them from behind. Her skin was damp, her silky hair stuck to her neck, and when she tipped her head back to look up at me, her eyes were glazed and lips swollen.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
Her mouth curled up into a sweet smile. “And all yours.”
“Damn straight.” I chuckled and kissed her softly before carefully shifting our bodies until we were lying on our sides, Lark’s body held tightly to mine with my cock still buried deep inside her.
I kissed her neck and whispered, “You’re mine, Lark. Always.”