Chapter 35
I Know What I Want
JESSICA
Why is he doing this now? He consumes me, breaks down my barriers. Breaking our kiss, he rests his forehead on mine and strokes his cock in and out of me. Oh, Goddess. My soul burns for him, with love and longing. I want to touch him, caress his handsome face.
He releases one of my hands, and I caress his cheek and rub my thumb below his lower lip.
My tongue darts out to lick it, and I shift my hips so he can bury his thick cock deeper inside me.
I want him. I want more. I suck at his bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth.
I adjust my legs, bringing one up toward my shoulder to allow him to penetrate even deeper, harder.
I keep my eyes open as he asked. His dark blue eyes never leave mine.
A slight hint of a smile touches his lips. He kisses my inner knee and thrusts into me harder.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant.
He lifts his hardened body from mine, and I run my hands down his sculpted chest and arms as he moves. Running my fingers briefly over the scars that now cover his entire upper body, sadness and guilt threaten to spill more tears.
He cups my face. “No, Princess. No more tears, unless you cry when I make you come.” A breathy laugh turns into a gasp as he thrusts into me. He leans back and curls those long, glorious fingers around my thighs and slams his hips into me, pulling me into him at the same time. I moan.
His head falls back, and he lets out an animalistic growl.
He alternates between slow and sensual thrusts to hard, punishing ones.
Looking down between us, he watches his cock slide in and out of my slick pussy and licks his lips.
Repositioning himself, he hovers over me, catching my lips with his teeth and swipes over his bite with his tongue.
Piercing blue eyes gaze into my own as if he can see straight into my soul.
Grinding into me, a breathy whimper falls past my lips.
He’s sexy as sin, with his boyish grin, as he witnesses me fall close to the edge.
“More! I need more,” I cry out as he slams into me again. The more I beg and plead, he slows down. I need to cum. His denial drives me crazy. With his next thrust, I wrap my legs around him, push at his chest, and twist his hips.
He lands on his back with an oomph, and a deep laugh tumbles from his lips. He pulls me down for a kiss. “Impatient as always,” he snarls playfully as his teeth clamp down on my lip.
“No. I just know what I want,” I retort. I adjust myself and ride up and down his cock. He slides us both up the bed, until his back rests against the headboard. I arch my back, and he rips the camisole off my body.
One hand combs in my hair as he continues to kiss me, while his other arm wraps around my waist, guiding me up and down. He yanks my head back by my hair, exposing my neck, and trails hot kisses down to my breast. I slam down on him, and he releases my breast with a groan.
I speed up my hips, slamming into him each time. His hands clamp down on my hips. He meets me thrust for thrust. My eyelids flutter.
“Fuck, yes,” he grits out. I grab his shoulders, grinding harder onto his cock.
“Fuuck! Say it, Princess. Call out my name.” Through his hooded lids, he watches me intensely.
His grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging into my skin.
His canines elongate, and his eyes turn red.
My body quivers; I’m so close. He releases one hip to lick his fingers and rub my clit, sending me right over the edge.
“Tyler. Oh, fuck, Tyler!” My skin tingles with tiny electrical impulses. My pussy pulses around his throbbing cock. His thrusts become erratic and short. He buries his face in my chest as he growls.
My own cry of release fills the air, and I whisper his name one last time before I sag into him, kissing his shoulder. His arms wrap around me tightly. We stay that way until our breaths slow and our rapidly beating hearts return to normal.
I eventually find the strength to lift my head and cup his face. I kiss his lips and slip my tongue in his mouth.
He rolls us over as he returns my kiss, sliding his semi-hard cock in and out of me. “I want you to remember the feel of my cock inside your sweet pussy when you meet the rest of the men today,” he mumbles against my lips. He kisses me like his life depends on it, leaving me breathless.
When I open my eyes to look at his handsome face, he’s gone. My arms fall to my sides on the bed. The warmth of his body over mine is missing. Laughing softly, I check myself—sweaty and sated from post-coital bliss. Satisfied that this wasn’t a dream, I roll to my side and fall back to sleep.