Chapter 37
His. His. His.
Jade
Alex’s hand settled on my thigh.
The one that had the scar on it.
But that was a long time ago. That was in another life, one that I’d left—forgotten all about. It turned into dust in my mind.
He slid his fingers up my back, tugging his shirt off my body in one swift motion, his eyes lighting up immediately at the sight of me almost naked.
One second later, he was already on top of me, marking my skin with his lips and tongue.
I floated away. My mind shut off when he touched me. Everything disappeared. Pain, fear, anxiety, worry. There was no meaning to anything except us.
“I love you,” he whispered into my neck, squeezing my waist.
Slowly, his hands traveled all over. My inner thigh.
My stomach, my neck, my ass, which he held in a death grip.
“I love your ass,” he mumbled again, his kisses turning into hickeys.
“I love your eyes. Your soul. I love you. I love you.” I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips, grinding against him.
“I love the little sounds you make when you’re about to come. ”
His hard cock strained through the fabric of his boxer briefs right into my pussy, still covered by a thong.
“That’s not how you treat a slut, Daddy…you know that.”
I played the role, both confused and turned on by that sentence.
As if waking up, he pulled back and locked his gaze with mine.
We had a purpose. So he stood and stripped, his cock rock hard.
Fuck, he had a beautiful dick. It was long and it was thick.
It fit into me as if it was custom-made.
He wasn’t circumcised, and fuck…I liked that.
Before I could continue my admiration, he hooked his finger in my thong and pulled hard, the material burning my skin.
I gasped, and he latched onto that, seizing my ankle and yanking me toward the end of the bed. All his actions were rough, exactly how we had discussed. He gave me a light tap on my ass cheek, just to encourage me to turn around, but suddenly—
I wanted it.
I flipped over and slumped onto the bed, letting my legs hang off. “Do it again,” I mumbled into the mattress.
There was a second’s pause when all doubt overtook me, but then he did it.
Nicely. Not harsh. Not bad. Just a tap.
“Do it harder, Daddy.” I looked toward the phone before shutting my eyes, just in time to feel a real smack on my behind.
But it wasn’t enough to override the dark memory. No. I needed it harder. I needed it just like he did it.
“Do it like you mean it.”
Real pain zinged through me when Alex’s palm struck my skin the next time, my gasp catching in my throat. I panted into the bed, acutely aware of the heat on my cheeks.
“Again. Do it again.”
This was veering off script. This was not what we had talked about, but I wanted it. Maybe we could edit it out, cut the scene, and move on to something else, but right now—
Alex landed another spank on my ass.
“Start counting.” His deep voice echoed in my ears and I did—I started from one.
Every time he brought his hand down on my skin, a layer of me shed.
It hurt.
“T-ten,” I sniffled, knowing that there was more I could take. More that I needed. Alex hit harder, and my tears burst down my cheeks.
“Fifteen,” I whimpered, gripping the sheets and sticking out my hips, silently demanding more.
Again and again, Alex obliged my request. Over and over, the pain pierced my body. And every time, I took a deeper breath in than before.
“Enough!” I squealed when we got to twenty-three, struggling to catch my breath. “Enough.”
Instead of another spank, smooth hands caressed me. Slow, gentle, Alex ran his hands on my ass cheeks and, to my great surprise, parted my legs, diving right in. My eyes widened, and I instinctively moved away, but he locked his arm around my hips, dragging his tongue all over me.
All.
Over.
Everything.
“Mmm,” he groaned into me, just as his tongue swirled around—
“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned loudly, my legs turning into jello. This was heaven. I heard it—the way he slurped, from my clit, over my pussy, right to my asshole, his tongue working me like I was a damn lollipop.
I arched my back, approaching the precipice of something dangerous. This had never happened to me, but God, I wanted this to always happen to me.
I begged something incoherent, losing my sight and sense right when his two fingers sank into my pussy, sending stars to my eyes.
But Alex stopped abruptly, ripping away all that pleasure, and climbed onto the bed. As if I was a ragdoll, he pulled me onto him, commanding with unshakeable authority, “Sit on my face.”
I climbed on, uncertain, even though his large hands pressed into my ass cheeks, beckoning my pussy to his mouth. “Come on, Malyshka. Sit.”
I had no idea how. I’d never done it before.
“I-I’ll suffocate you,” I whispered.
His gaze shot up to mine, his dark eyes confident like never before. “I’m six-foot-five, two hundred and twenty pounds. Do you really think your sweet pussy can hurt me?” Slowly, he pulled my hips toward him. “Just let me feast.”
I did. I spread my legs and lowered my pussy right onto his mouth, using the wall for a little bit of leverage, and a whole universe of unknown pleasure opened up to me.
My heart hammered through my chest, all of me on fire.
Lava slithered under my skin as Alex lapped at my clit, his fingers working their way in and out of me.
“Yes,” I prayed, each sound louder and louder. “Fuck, baby, just like that!”
Alex didn’t change a thing, keeping the rhythm steady and driving me faster and closer to the moment when it all fell apart inside me. I ground on his mouth, moaning loudly, and fuck—
It happened again. My body shook as immense pleasure flooded me, also flooding Alex in the process. I shook on top of him, all my skin burning, and my mind frazzled. I fucking squirted in his mouth.
“Holy fucking shit. I’m sorry,” I sobbed while gasping for air, afraid to open my eyes.
“Don’t move,” Alex said, holding me still, his tongue working every millimeter of my pussy, as if he was starving. “Fuck, baby, let me taste you.”
I panted hard and watched him—the way he devoured me, licking me up like he was trying to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.
I had never believed in God before, but now…maybe I did. Maybe it was God who put this man in my life. Maybe it was God who knew how much he’d love me. How much he’d be there every step of the way until I remembered…how to love myself too.
Enjoying the way Alex indulged in me, I hovered over his mouth and ground slowly, letting him lick every part of me.
Yes. Just like that.
But the whole purpose of this night suddenly rushed inside my head.
I scampered off his face and scooted down, dragging my lips over his body down to his cock, ready to shove it far down my throat when I glanced in the direction of the phone.
I halted around his belly button. Nothing was recording.
My phone was still somewhere on the bed and his… we never clicked the red button.
“Alex,” I whispered, just as he sat up and cupped my cheeks.
“I know.” He nodded, pecking my lips. “I know. Turn around for me, baby. I want to feel you again.”
The whole thing swirled in my mind as I fell back on the mattress, quickly turning onto my stomach. His body enveloped me, pulling me underneath his chest, into his soul and heart.
Fuck it. We’d make the video in the morning.
“I love watching you come on top of me.” His lips ghosted over the shell of my ear as his weight pressed into me. “You’re so perfect, baby. You’re a fucking gem. You taste like fucking heaven.”
Heaven.
My legs spread underneath him, just as he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in, chasing every thought away. If I tasted like heaven, then he was God.
He filled me up to the hilt. Thrusting in slowly, he wrapped his arm around my waist, his other hand on my jaw. “That’s right, baby. You take me so well, Malyshka. Can you take more?”
I blinked slowly and nodded, mildly cluing in that he wasn’t fully in yet. He pushed in again, hitting that spot that electrified my insides. I whimpered pathetically, wanting more immediately.
Alex pulled out almost fully and then did it harder, slamming into that spot now, taking my moan all for himself.
“Yes,” he drawled, trailing his lips up my neck. “Louder.”
I gave all of myself to him.
Alex drove into my pussy—hard, slow, and relentless. He’d repeat the movement over and over—fucking me just the way I liked, my every sound pleasing him more.
“I love to hear you, Jade. You’re my perfect girl,” he praised me. “You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”
My body was squished into the mattress, taking it all—every single one of his thrusts, each word of worship he whispered into my ear. His fingers squeezing my cheeks. His arm trapping all the air inside my lungs. His lips…bruising mine.
The buildup was sudden. Alex didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down, he fucked me like this was the last time he’d touch me.
“D-don’t stop,” I muttered, gasping for air.
“Anything—” he thrust in hard, grazing something inside me that shook me to my core, “you—” his hands snaked to my shoulders, and he held me in place. Belonging. “Say, my love.”
It overtook us both at the same time, and, while I trembled underneath him, he pushed in deep and stayed, letting me feel every pulse of his cock. Just like the first time.
He was loud, and I couldn’t get enough—couldn’t satisfy my desire to hear his deep voice groan into my neck.
“Ti…moya.”
You’re…mine.
His.
His.
His.