Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Jackson
Itaste her without thinking. Without so much as a notion that I should make her squirm more.
And as her folds slide back and forth between my lips, for once I am glad I could not stop my impulses.
She is intoxicating and infuriating- the type of girl I swore I would keep away from.
I’ll eat her alive-quite fucking literally.
My fingers grip her thighs tighter to keep her in one place. Rather she likes it (or not), I demand feeling her cunt this way before my cock takes over. She gasps as my tongue licks at her center, covering every inch of skin.
I glance up to make sure her head still dangles over the side and confirm it is by only seeing her perked nipples.
Her whole body does something to me; with her translucent skin.
Veins weaving close to the surface, so easily bruised.
So easily flushed. There’s a part of me that craves depravity.
Administering it-to be clear. With her head upside down, Madelyn should be afraid.
All it takes is one push, and she’s gone.
It’s tempting to see what a fall like this would do to a body.
But I quite like hearing the sounds of her pleasure more than splattered bones.
My cock twitches; demanding to bury itself in her. Not yet. Not until she cums.
She murmurs something that sounds like a curse and a moan combined. I smile in her cunt, knowing she’s close. “Cum for me, little fire. You taste so fucking good.”
I flick my tongue, moving down to her pussy. Her body trembles from my movements so much that I tighten my hold even more on her legs. If she keeps reacting like this, I may lose control. And I’ll love every goddamn minute of it. “Oh my god,” she whimpers, letting the wave of pleasure overtake her.
First, it was Jesus. Now it’s God. I take her waist and slide her down so that she can see my face.
“God isn’t the one fucking you, is it?” I take my cock and ram it into her before placing my hand on her neck.
“Next time you cum, you’ll say my name,” I order, voice rough.
My fingers squeeze, cutting the blood flow.
Her eyes widen, but only for a moment. I maintain eye contact, waiting for any sort of indication she will obey.
I pull out and thrust my cock into her again, this time rougher than the first. Her hand flies into my shoulder, hitting my collarbone injury.
Pain waves shoot through me all the way to my cock.
I relish in it while relaxing my grip on her throat.
Heat and longing rise from my chest and travel to my head.
It takes all my effort not to let my inner desires completely take over.
But I already warned Madelyn that causing pain has the opposite effect on me, and she did it anyway. Apparently, she longs to experience it.
Wanting to get a better look at her, I take her legs and raise them up onto my shoulder. Placing my hands by her knees, I maneuver her so that the tops of her thighs are touching her breasts and her ass is up in the air. “Hold yourself like this,” I practically growl.
“Jackson,” she says with hesitation. The change in her voice almost causes me to stop.
“Hmm?” I manage to get out before my attention turns back to both holes.
I want to look at her fully and admire how fucking tight she is.
In this moment, she is mine. And there's not a goddamn thing she can do about it.
Mine for the taking. Mine to use as I please.
My vision wavers from her pussy and her ass to her eyes.
A surprise finds me. Her gaze is wild, a combination of fear and desire.
My heart races at the fact that I'll be the first one to have her ass. No other man will ever have her this way. Even if I don’t kill her, that part of her will always be mine.
“Tell me the truth,” I order. My finger grazes her back hole. She whimpers softly, but I don't stop. “Tell me,” I repeat. “Has anyone had you here?” I just want to be sure. I need to be sure that this isn't just my demented dreaming.
Madelyn studies me between periods of moans.
“No one,” she stutters out. At that statement, my mind shifts to doubt.
Am I allowing my twisted, sadistic ways to put pressure on this girl?
Maybe. But as I stare into her face and then see the cum dripping out of her cunt, maybe is not good enough for me to stop. Fuck.
Bending down, my mouth takes her ass. I'm relentless. Hungry. And have gone completely fucking psychotic at the thought of taking her this way.
“Jackson,” she breathes out hoarsely.
“You seem to have no trouble saying my name now, little fire,” I breathe into her.
That's the only reply she's getting because I've already made up my mind.
And she knows what it's gonna take to get me to stop.
She gasps as my fingers trace along her ass.
So perfect. Exceptionally tight. And the most important thing: mine.
“Relax,” I say as I notice her hands clenching the tops of her thighs.
I spit on her, leaving a trail going down her ass, and place one finger inside.
She wiggles at the sensation but doesn't jerk away. I lay over her, fingers staying planted, and study her face. Freckles, I hadn’t quite noticed before, spread across the bridge of her nose.
“You are the most perfect thing,” I whisper.
“No, I'm not,” she mutters while closing her eyes. “I'm anything but.”
“Look at me.” Just her declaration that she is somehow damaged makes my heart race.
She nods her head but keeps her eyes shut.
I withdraw my fingers, knowing exactly what I need to do to get her full attention.
Taking my erect cock, I push the tip of my head inside.
Warmth floods me, and I have to calm myself to keep from thrusting all the way in.
“Oh!” she exclaims, while stopping herself from saying the full phrase. “I can't,” she murmurs. “I can't, Jackson. You won't fit. I know it.”
“Shhh.” My hands find the top of hers. Her eyes flood open at the gentle touch.
What was once worry in her eyes is now something completely different.
Something I can't quite put my finger on.
Madelyn has a way of doing that. She shows a side of herself that I have trouble figuring out.
It's what draws me to her. That's the part of her that's gonna kill me the most when I have to let her go.
I pushed further in while watching her face.
A few wince marks appear between her eyes.
I pull out only to push back into her, deep.
“Do you know what you are right now, little fire?” My hips thrust into her ass roughly.
“My shiny little plaything.” She squeezes my hand without saying anything.
The only thing coming out of her mouth is the moans she's trying to suppress.
Her body trembles with each thrust. It feels good to know that I'm the one who makes her react this way.
“You like knowing that you're just a hole to hold my cum, don't you, little fire?” I smirk.
Her hands grip mine tighter and she pulls me closer, rather intended or not.
I'm not sure. “You are my whore, love. What you were before means nothing to what you are now.” Thrust. “You'll obey me,” I order.
Thrust. “You'll ask me to come first.” Thrust. “And you'll fucking do so by saying my name.”
And with that statement, I unleash my beast on her.
Harder. Deeper. Faster. All I can think of in this moment is how she clinches around me.
Pussy drenched. Tits bouncing with every move I make.
Sweat drips off me and lands on her pussy.
She gasps, unable to contain herself. “Ask,” I remind her.
Escaping her grip, I slap at her clit once before inserting my fingers inside her pussy.
This will send her over the edge, and my curiosity can no longer wait to know if she's really going to obey me or if I'm going to have to take some other type of measures to ensure she does.
Thrusting my cock to the rhythm of my fingers, I wait.
I wait because seeing her cum will also send me over the edge.
She swallows and her legs buckle underneath me.
“Jackson,” she calls out. She can barely keep those words from slipping out of her mouth.
“Can I?” Continuing my movements, I stare her down.
Her cheeks are flushed, but the color doesn’t stop there.
Pink travels from her face down to her tits and beyond.
“Can you what?” I debate I'm telling her no so that I can torture her some more.
But something inside tells me to stop. “Can I cum?” she murmurs, already over the edge and falling.
I groan. “Yes, little fire. Cum for me.”