Chapter 20 Jin #4
“I shouldn’t do this,” she pants against my mouth, her hips already grinding into mine in a fluid motion. The frustration is in her tone; her anger that she’s giving in. “This is wrong. This is a mistake—”
“Stop talking, Tokki-ya,” I growl. My mouth is on her throat, kissing any patch of delicate skin possible. I graze my teeth at a hollow point then bite harder than necessary, drawing a gasp from her. “Stop fucking thinking. Just for now.”
We tear each other apart with clumsy and impatient hands. Her jacket hits the floor. My shirt rips when she wrenches it over my head. She doesn’t apologize, but I don’t want her to.
I shove her shirt up without bothering to pull it off, simply needing more of her delicious skin, shoving aside the cups of her bra. She arches against me as my lips seal over her beaded nipple.
She’s already turned on. Both are erect and puffy, waiting to be pleasured by my tongue.
“Fuck, Jin!” she breathes.
Her hand presses the back of my head, holding me in place, and her other hand rakes down the ridges and divots of bare, muscled back.
God if her fucking touch doesn’t feel so damn good. It immediately illicits a hot surge of blood pumping straight to my cock.
I suckle away at her nipple while my fingers force her jeans open—button, then zipper—then roughly shove a hand down her cotton panties to rub her pussy. As suspected, she’s already soaked.
Nice and fucking slick just for me.
She whimpers and shudders as my fingers press against her clit, and I circle my tongue around her nipple.
My name leaves her lips in a hoarse cry. The beginning and ending of the only thought she seems capable of right now.
Panting my name over and over.
I thrust two fingers inside her, going knuckle-deep and curling them to stimulate her G-spot.
She quakes.
The thighs she has wrapped around me start fucking quaking, and she points her feet as if unable to bear how good I’m making her feel.
How easily I’m still able to pleasure her.
Her slick walls flutter around my digits as I stimulate her and suck hard at her nipple, and she’s forced to bear every tortuous second of it.
“Look who still makes you cry from pleasure,” I growl between laving at her breasts. “Look who still has you whimpering and begging.”
“Fuck!” she keens. “You… you do!”
I finish her off this way, pushing her straight into her first orgasm. Her spine arches even more against the wall, but before she can tip her head back, I’m recapturing her lips. I crush mine to hers and kiss her deeply, fingers still knuckle deep inside her.
She’s so lost to the pleasure chemicals invading her body that she sinks nails into my chest and desperately kisses me back.
“Take off your jeans, Tokki-ya,” I growl, dropping my arms from under her thighs. “Take off your fucking panties. Now.”
She’s wobbly and unsteady on her feet as she scrambles to do as told. Her jeans sink to the filthy ground, joining the rest of our clothes, and then she’s shimmying out of her cotton panties.
I’m doing the same, removing the last barriers between us. My hard and heavy cock springs free, throbbing to be inside her slick heat.
I waste no more time, stepping to her and hoisting her off her feet. I shove her back against the wall as her legs return to my waist, and I thrust into her in a single long, merciless stroke.
The noises we both make almost sound painful. They’re hoarse and breathy and wrought with complex emotion neither of us are willing to process in the moment.
She locks her ankles at the small of my back and clings to me as I grip her thighs and begin an immediate punishing pace.
Her fingers tangle in my hair and pull hard in a way that’s just as punishing. That sends a sting across my scalp.
My hips pull back and then slam into her, enveloping myself in a silky warmth I’ve craved for weeks now.
Her body takes it, gyrating with mine. She rolls her hips forward to meet my thrusts and drags her nails far and wide across my chest, shoulders, and back. Red marks that will serve as souvenirs of this explosive, unpredictable moment between us.
But I welcome every scratch and rake. I’m chasing the high, the pressure inside my balls growing the more I bury myself inside her pussy.
Monroe cries for me to fuck her, begging me to go harder and faster and make her come. I grit my teeth and squash her against the wall, my hips like a machine as I drill into her and she hangs on for dear life.
When it starts to become too much and our climaxes creep closer, we distract ourselves with more heavy kisses. More of my lips crushed to hers and her tongue lashing against mine.
I drive deeper, hitching her thighs higher, pinning her legs wide open, and pumping my hard cock into her until she’s taken every last inch.
Her whole body seizes around me, walls clenching so tight I feel it in my teeth.
“Yes, that’s right, Tokki-ya,” I growl against her ear, my hips crashing into her without mercy. My cock snug inside her fluttering hot pussy. “That’s the spot. I know your body. I know how to fuck you ’til you’re coming all over my cock.”
“I’m… I’m not… fuck!” she whimpers, eyes screwing shut. Her features go lax as pleasure begins to take root and she starts to give in.
It serves as even more motivation. I don’t let up, claiming her mouth with a passionate kiss and dominating her pussy with every hard, brutal thrust.
“Let me hear you,” I rasp. “Let me feel you fall apart. Give me that much.”
She taps out with a cry that seems to echo in the empty, dusty building. Her orgasm tears through her even stronger than the first one—her whole body convulsing in my arms, her nails puncturing my shoulders deep enough to bleed as her scream rings out.
The feel of her pleasure is enough to push me toward mine. It drags my own release up from the base of my spine, and the pressure in my balls becomes unbearable.
I fuck her through it anyway, panting as my strokes turn erratic and frenzied. Then I’m driving myself to the hilt and letting go.
My release crashes through me in long, shuddering waves, wrenched out from the deep recesses where I’ve buried my feelings for her.
My cock pulses as I spill myself inside her and groan against her throat. It’s several more seconds until I’ve stopped coming, hips shuddering and jerking.
It feels like an eternity passes where there’s nothing but breathing. Nothing but the thick dark of the abandoned building and the slow, sobering realization we’ve lost control and made a mistake.
If there was any hope for a different outcome, it’s squashed the instant Monroe drops her legs from my waist and unsteadily starts picking her clothes off the floor.
I reach out to grab her, but she pulls away, turning her face from mine, though not quick enough.
Her eyes are shining. They’re wet with tears.
“That was a mistake,” she repeats like earlier. “This was a huge mistake.”