Chapter Twenty-Four
Jackson
She’s looking at me, eyes wide, chest contracting. Her pussy is right there. So close to my cock, I just want to ram it in and fuck the life out of her. I’ve counted two times so far in the last thirty minutes where I’ve been close to doing just that. And both times it is because she defied me.
“I.. I don’t know how,” her voice reaches into my subconscious and forces me back to the present.
I figured as much, which makes this entire process worth it.
Most likely, Oliver was the only other man to fuck her, and by the looks of him, he would be classified as a boring fuck-missionary type A.
Not to mention traumatizing. I study her face.
She’s breathing harder now, almost borderline panicked.
While in my most impulsive state, I forget just how innocent she really is.
Innocent and defiant. What a motherfucking combination.
My hands grip either side of her waist. “You are too mouthy for your own good. Unless it’s ordered for you to be.
Then, it’s a problem.” I’ll take the first step out of her hands.
Moving my hips up, I thrust into her pussy; my hold on her so strong, her body doesn’t move an inch. Her eyes close and she cries out.
I push her up using my arms until only my head remains in.
Her hands fly to my chest for balance, and I slowly guide her back down.
We repeat the process a few times until I am sure she has the idea.
When I let her go, she continues on her own, hands still planted on my chest. “Like this?” she asks, eyes suddenly open.
Her hips sway forward and backward, the movement a bit off rhythm but good enough.
My balls tighten at her question. I can’t hide my smirk knowing that she will never experience that with anyone but me.
“Yes, that’s right,” I answer, watching her every move.
All I want is for her to get on the edge so I can snatch it away from her.
If she can’t ask to cum, then she will not cum at all.
Madelyn nods, already lost to her own pleasure.
She bounces, which allows her tits to mimic her movements.
It’s a great show and one that I will always appreciate.
However, despite my lack of self-control in the act of violence, my cock is very well versed in hours-long sex.
I told her she wasn’t getting off my cock until I am satisfied, and I meant it.
She moves forward, her arms slipping to my shoulder. The sudden movement causes her cut to reopen. But she doesn't seem fazed by it at all. Blood droplets fall onto my chest and stomach as she continues to ride. Her pussy clenches my cock. She’s so fucking close.
I swipe at the blood, holding it up. “You're enjoying this so much, little fire, that you haven't even realized you're bleeding again.”
Her eyes finally catch mine, and I smear a little on her cheek. “I've learned to ignore the pain coming from my wound,” she says.
I smile at that knowledge and can’t help but feel a little proud.
“Have you? Tell me,” I order, while snatching her waist. She has no choice but to stop moving.
“Is the pleasure worth the pain?” Madelyn glances down at herself and all the red that's accumulated on my chest. “Yes,” she mutters quietly. “It is.”
My cock twitches at her declaration. “Is that why you were going to cum again without asking for permission? Because you realize that your defiance will result in pain?” I slowly start thrusting into her while maintaining my grip on her waist. She's unable to move from this position, not that I'm sure she wants to.
Her nostrils flare, but she continues to ignore me.
Her body doesn't. I continue to move into her, this time making sure I go as deep as I can.
“Your cunt tightens around my cock every time I get rough.” I take one hand off her waist and use it to slap across her tits.
Flushed skin appears from the impact, travels up her neck, and Madelyn cries out.
“See, just like that. Your tight cunt is close to release every time I cause you even an ounce of pain.”
A moan slips from her mouth as I continue to pump into her. She moans again, and that's when I realize her noises are the only ones that can keep me satisfied. “Ask, little fire. Tell me what I want to hear.”
Her chest constricts, and she rakes her fingers down my chest. Still not a single word comes from her mouth. My hands fly to her neck just as her cunt throbs around my cock. I squeeze tighter, cutting off her air supply.
Her eyes grow wide, not out of fear, but because of pleasure.
I know this because her whole body convulses at the same time; she tries to call out.
Although having your air supply significantly reduced makes that a difficult task.
She leans down a bit, and I soften my hold on her neck.
“Fuck!” She breathes out, coming down from the high.
"You should be thanking me. You should be goddamn begging for more.
" More blood trickles from her chest, leaving a trail all the way to her hip.
Madelyn has me. In this moment, not one fucking woman compares.
She makes me pissed off one minute, and the next…
I feel a slight possibility that maybe I can keep her.
Locked away from the world. Maybe in our own little dark fantasy, so that I can fuck her all day and slay her demons away all night.
My hips continue to slam into hers, in a constant motion of determination. She's sitting up again, straddling my cock, and hitting another orgasm. “Jackson,” she mutters, sweat forming on her brow.
“Yes?” I say, not stopping my movements whatsoever. My reply is met with the noise of our skin slapping against each other. Her eyes lock into mine, which allows me to see how dilated her pupils are. “Thank you.”
Not the declaration I was wanting, but…hearing those words makes pressure build at the base of my cock. This is enough proof that I am wearing her down. “For?” I prod a bit more.
Her eyes water. “Your cock. The orgasms… My life.”
My heart burns at that last statement. I wish I could save her life.
I slow down my movements until she’s all but just sitting still on my cock.
Her cunt throbs against me. She’s good. “Cock…orgasm,” I growl as I hit my release.
“It's my pleasure…. pun intended.” I let go of her waist and pull out of her.
She collapses in a heap on the floor beside me. “But life?”
I glance in her direction to find tears flowing down her cheeks.
“I already said I can not do.” I force myself to stand up and move away from her trembling body.
My eyes seek my pants on the floor. I breathe a sigh of relief and put them on.
“No amount of your tight little cunt is going to change that,” I say the words, almost believing them.