Chapter 37
J ahar’s scent and heat were intoxicating. Aza’s hand drifts down his hard stomach, pausing over the bulge in his trousers. He grunts, tightening his grip on her. She gently rubs over him. She felt the unmistakable response under her touch.
He looked down at her while she gazed up at him teasingly through her lashes. Her hand slipped under his trousers and she grasped his cock underneath the fabric. She gives him gentle squeezes. His eyes roll.
He takes a deep breath, focusing his attention back on her, “You’re a naughty girl,” he breathed.
“Let me show you how naughty I can be. My turn.” She shoves him onto his back.
She straddles his thighs. He placed his hands behind his head, watching her with amusement. Aza brings her face down to his stomach, licking up his abdomen. Jahar sucked in a breath. She flicks her tongue over his nipple.
His voice is strained when he asks, “Where the hell did you learn this?”
“I had a good teacher, just taking what I learned from him and integrating it in my own way.”
“Oh, is that right?”
She shoots him a wicked smile before planting kisses down his chest and every divot of his abs. They flex at her touch, and her legs begin to quake with need again. Her hands traveled up and down his sides, her fingernails scraping gently over his skin.
She reaches up and wraps her hands around his biceps, her hands looked so small in comparison.
She bends down to meet his lips with hers.
Her legs slid up him, and her heated center settled over where his bulging cock throbbed.
As she kisses him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, her hips grind her dripping pussy onto him.
He groans into her mouth, slipping his hands from behind his head and grabbing a hold of her hips, gliding her harder and faster. The friction gathered at her core, making her feel ready to burst at the seams.
She breaks the kiss, sliding down his body.
She positions herself between his legs, her breasts resting between the apex of his thighs.
She unbuttons his trousers and slowly lowers his zipper.
Black boxers still hid him beneath the fabric.
Frustrated, she sits up on her knees, dips her fingers under his boxers and trousers, and pulls them down roughly. Jahar helps by lifting his hips.
His cock sprang up, fully erect, and gleaming at the head. Aza gulped at the size of him. But her core squeezes in anticipation, more wetness pooling between her legs. She drags his trousers and boxers off the rest of the way before sliding back in between his thighs.
Aza wrapped her tiny-looking hand around his length. She pumps up once. Twice. Jahar pushes his head backwards into the bed. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him. Aza leans forward and licks the glistening tip.
Jahar cries out her name. Aza was delighted and planted kisses on the head and down his shaft.
Jahar kept his head pressed to the bed, quick ragged breaths taking over.
Aza tries to put him in her mouth, but realizes he is much bigger than she thought.
She repositioned herself so she could take him into her mouth more comfortably.
Jahar’s hand flew up and grabbed a hold of her hair. She can tell he wants so badly to yank on it, but is being gentle and respectful.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispers.
His eyes fling open, and a deep heat burns in his eyes.
He pulls hard on her hair, twisting his fingers closer to her roots.
He pushes her head down, forcing his cock farther in her mouth, nearly touching the back of her throat.
Tears well in her eyes from the intrusion, but she relishes in it.
Aza moves her tongue teasingly along his shaft as he moves her head up and down.
She plants her hands on either of his thighs, feeling the solid muscle underneath.
She positions herself to take even more of him in. His abs clench tighter the deeper she goes. He tries to stifle his moans, but they escape fiercely out of him regardless, sounding only slightly muffled. Aza gags on him.
He pulled her head off his cock, moving her to face him, “I need to be inside of you.”
“You just were, silly.” She teased.
He flips her onto her back, “You know exactly what I mean,” he whispers menacingly into her ear.
He stands at the edge of the bed, looking her over once more. Aza lies on her back, propped up on her elbows, knees in the air, closing off her center.
This doesn’t last long as Jahar grabs her ankles, pulling her and spreading her legs apart. He climbs onto the bed and situates himself between her thighs. Aza grows nervous at the thought of his massive cock entering her. It was hard enough to take two of his fingers.
“Why are you nervous?”
“I don’t think you’re going to fit.” She admits.
“Trust me, my love. I will be gentle, and it will fit.”
Her heart soars at the endearment, “Call me that again.”
“My love. I have waited three years for you, never taking another in the meantime. I’ll do whatever I need to to be inside of you right here and now.”
“You truly never took anyone else?”
“Never. I have been intoxicated by you and under your enchantment since the day I met you. I have thought endlessly about how to love you and how to make you come.”
“Show me.”
His grin turns wicked at her words. Positioning at her entrance, he looks at her for the okay, which she offers without hesitation. He enters her ever so slowly. She is breathtakingly aware of the size of him inside of her. She tenses at the unfamiliar stretch.
“Breathe, my love. You’re doing such a good job, baby.
It will only hurt for a moment. Trust me?
” She nods at him, “Hold my hand.” Their fingers locked together.
He squeezed her hand gently, his other hand gripping her hip to steady his rhythm.
She tightens around him as the initial sting fades into a tingling heat.
It feels different from his mouth—deeper, fuller. She finds herself leaning into it.
He finds a rhythm, controlled at first, then less so, as restraint begins to slip.
He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it before removing his hand from hers. Sliding it down her leg instead, he encourages her to wrap her thighs around him, and she does so, knees clamped to his naked hips. He pushes deeper inside of her, sending butterflies through her stomach.
He angles her so that she can take him to the hilt. When he hits it, he lets out a blissful growl. This makes Aza’s pussy spasm on his cock, which starts throbbing inside of her.
Reckless, savage lust unlike anything Aza had seen in Jahar took over him. He pulls her closer to him, deepening his thrusts and increasing the speed of them. Aza moans, wrapping her arms around him and digging her fingers into his back.
“Fuck,” he shouted, “You. Feel. So. Fucking. Amazing.” He breathes in between thrusts.
“Ahh, yes!” Aza cried out, “Fuck me harder, baby. Please.”
He loses control at that. His rhythm turns relentless, driving into her as she takes it, savoring every second. Heat rolls off him, his body tense, powerful. His hands grip her as he pulls her closer, grinding into her as restraint slips completely.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… baby, give me… give me every inch of you. I want to feel you for days.” Aza begged.
A crazed look filled his eyes, and Aza, too, can feel the destruction of her control under this lustful and blissful state.
She clutches onto his neck harder, moving her fingers down to put light scratches on his back again.
He engulfs her in a kiss, biting her lip and shoving his tongue in her mouth. Aza sucks on it, drawing a ragged moan.
The pressure and heat continued to build in her core. She starts to grind back on him, creating the friction she craves on her clit. She lets out a gasping moan. Jahar growls in response, slamming into her.
His movements turned frenzied, and Aza realized he was chasing his climax. He let out a strangled cry as he emptied his release into her. His grip tightens on her hips as he milks himself inside her. He doesn’t pull out right away.
Breathing heavily, he places his thumb on Aza’s clit, swirling it around. It doesn’t take much for her to be consumed by her orgasm. Her legs trembled, and she screamed Jahar’s name. He gives her his free hand to squeeze while she rides her wave.
After she came down from it, he slips out of her, collapsing next to her, spent. “Come here,” he murmurs.
Aza curls into him, intertwining her legs with his, and staring at him. She smiled at his soft, satisfied face, eyes closed, lips parted. She plants a kiss on them. He gently opens his eyes. She smiles at him, and he smiles back.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you, too.”
She rests her head on his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. For once, in a very long time, she feels truly safe and content.