Chapter 41
J ahar spins her, fast enough that she nearly loses her footing. He steadies her instantly. He started unlacing the back of her dress, loosening it until it slips to the floor. He then unclasped her bra, throwing it to the floor, and ripping her panties off.
He swipes her up into his arms, carrying her to her sofa. He sits her on it, bending down in front of her, and removing her heels.
“Stay there. Eyes on me.” He commands.
Aza displays herself on the sofa, pressing her breasts together, and pushing her hips forward, eyes on him. He growls low, a lustful smile climbing up his cheek.
He shrugs off his armor, then pulls his shirt over his head.
Aza’s breathing quickens, her gaze tracing the muscles of his abdomen and arms, drifting to the hair at his waist. His hands follow, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall.
A bulge presses against his boxers as he slowly slides them down his hips.
His cock springs free, hard and glistening at the tip .
He kicks his clothes across the room and then prowls to Aza. He hooks an arm beneath her, lifting her easily. He stands her in front of him, before pulling her in for a fierce kiss. His hard length pressing against her stomach.
He absorbs her moan. His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass.
In one swift motion, he lifts her up, setting her core at his abdomen.
She wraps her legs around his hips and grabs him tighter around his neck, deepening their kiss.
His tongue slips into her mouth, and she bites down gently, eliciting a groan from him.
She releases him, and he pulls away slightly, staring into her eyes.
Moonlight spills through the windows, catching in his eyes. The soft light makes him look even more handsome, which she didn’t think was possible. The sparkle in his eyes illuminates.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And you are the most handsome, most amazing man I have ever met. I love you with all my heart.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you the most.”
She presses closer, chasing the friction she desperately craves.
“Needy girl.” He sneaks in between kisses.
“I. Need. You.” She whines, grinding harder and faster.
His hands move from her back and slide under her thighs, gripping her ass. He lifts her up, one hand moving away. Then he lowers her onto his cock. He slides right in, reaching a whole new level of fullness, pressing to the hilt and even farther, feeling the penetration through her whole body.
“Jahar!” She cries out, her head lolling backwards.
Her grasp on his neck tightens as she wiggles on his cock. Her pussy is tightening around him. She continues to roll her hips back and forth, her interlocked legs and his firm grasp on her ass holding her up as she experiments with different movements.
“That’s my good girl. Use my cock just how you want it.” He groans, “How are you so tight? You feel so fucking good.”
He only ignites her flame more, and she uses her thighs to bounce herself up and down on his cock, crashing his hard length into her. Every ounce of pressure is ecstasy.
“More, baby. More, please.” She begs, whimpering.
A devilish hum escapes him as his fingers dig into her ass, grasping her firmly. The pace builds. Faster, harder. His control slips completely.
She digs her nails into his back, which he returns with his nails deeper in her ass, a sweet pain settling there.
“Harder. Harder!” She cries.
He fucks her wildly, and the slick slapping sounds echo in her room. The tension in her core continues to build. She can feel her wetness on his cock as he slips in and out over and over again.
“Hold my neck. Lean back.” He directs.
She does as he says. His lips wrap around her nipple. His tongue flicks her sensitive spot. She squirms, struggling to contain herself with all the sensations. He holds her closer in place.
“You’re such a good girl. You can do it. Take my cock. Let me suck you and touch you.” He moans, “Bounce on it harder.”
Aza rolls her hips, using her thighs again to lift herself up and then slam herself back down. Jahar leaves one hand on her ass to help her, while the other one goes between them. He uses his thumb to encircle her clit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck. Jahar! I-I can’t. Ahh. Too… too much!”
She writhes under his touch, but his hand stays firm on her ass, holding her in place, “Yes, you can. You’re such a fucking good girl, such a good and naughty princess.”
His cock starts to pulse inside of her, and he thrusts in deeper. His thumb moving faster and harder against her clit.
“Come for me, baby.”
A bliss overcomes her entire body. She cries out. He lets out a low, deep moan, shaking as he finishes inside of her.
As they come down from their high, he slides her off of his cock. He carries her to the sofa, lowering her carefully. He lies on his back, lying her on top of him. His chest rises and falls slowly, but his face shows pure satisfaction as he lies there with his eyes closed.
Aza lies there, soaking up every moment with him.