My Most Precious One(51)

He picked me up from the floor, threw me over his shoulder and walked us to my bedroom. “But wait Jane Eyre!” I mocked. He knew full well I’d rather his hard cock inside me. He slapped my ass, slightly hitting my folds, I yelped, he slapped me again and I clenched.

He put me down in my room where I walked to the other side of the wall; he stood at the doorway waiting. A dangerous grin begins to etch itself on his face. He walks towards me, stalking me, walking slowly like a predator ready to eat his prey. I stepped back until I hit the back wall, he was completely in control, two feelings intertwined in me, one of fear and one of lust.

The way he looked at me made me feel like I was his alone, the only thing he wanted. He didn’t bother to unbuttoned his shirt he only reached behind and yanked it off and his eyes told me to do the same. I stood almost paralyzed not knowing what to do. He clutched the back of my neck while the other held the front of it, gradually tightening his grasp, nearly chocking me. “Tell me you want it.” My eyes fixated on him “I want it.” I choked back. “How do you want it?” He asked his face so close to mine that nothing else existed at that moment. “Anyway you want it.” He smirked. “That’s right Alexia. You are mine to do as I please and right now I want your ass.” He released his hands, I gasped for air. He took me by the waist and lifted me up. “Wrap your legs around me.” He commanded and I obeyed. His penis eased its way into me, my slick heat letting him glide in. “You’re dripping.” He pumped into me till I could feel him pulling me to the edge again. He then snatched himself from me, I whimpered in protest.

He threw me onto the bed. “Kneel on the bed ass up in the air.” I did as I was told. “Has anyone every fucked you here Alexia?” He asked as he circled his thumb at my back entrance. I hesitated the feeling was incredible. “No” I murmured. He pushed his thumb in breaking through me. “So I’m the only one who has played with you here?” He slid his other finger into my drenched pussy, playing with me. “Yes” I moaned. “But you seem to take it so well, baby. Why?” He stopped waiting for my answer. “Please.” I begged moving my hips. He slapped me. “Answer me and I’ll continue.” My skin was on fire, with the desire I had always wanted what he was about to give me. “I wanted it always.” He continued “Do you play with your ass when you finger your pussy?” He stopped again. “Yes!” He sucked in air almost shivering. He drove his cock one more time into my pussy. He pulled it out and spread my butt and nudged his head. “Relax and just breathe. Like before, stay in the moment Alexia, feel my cock gently slide into your ass.” As he spoke I felt myself open up. “So tight” he gritted through his teeth. His hard erection, slid in. “I’m balls deep baby, can you feel me?”

He stayed where he was letting my body grow accustomed to him. He then began to slowly move; he slid one hand to my clit and circled around. The feeling was overwhelming, the arousal I felt made me melt, it felt better than I had imagined, he picked up his pace and I mewled. “Oh baby, you’re so hot, you’re opening up to me…. you’re loving this.” He growled “Harder!” I cried out. “Lukas!” He pushed on my clit “Cum!” He grunted. We both found our climax, my body shuddered and trembled. He kissed a small trail of kisses down my back. “You’re so amazing baby.” He gently pulled out and took me in his arms carrying me like a bride. “This is new.” I murmured too sated to really care but still it was. He had never carried me like this before. He kissed my forehead. He set me down in the bathroom and turned on the shower.

We stepped into the shower and began to wash ourselves, well he did; I was too weak to really do much.

“Does it hurt? I was pretty rough before.” He asked trying to lather up my skin. I felt a sting but no real pain, it actually felt nice.

“No pain.”

He grinned “So I popped the preverbal cherry so to speak.” I smacked his hard chest almost bruising myself. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“Mine.” He whispered. We toweled off and headed to bed I picked up my iPad.

“So you wanted to see Jane Eyre?” I wiggled my brows.

“Whatever, hopefully it will put me to sleep.”

I grimaced. “Sacrilege!”





Rochester

So let me get this straight Rochester was married but wanted to marry Jane too. He’s a prick.” I rolled my eyes at his comment, and began to explain.

“He was a prick when he was younger. A fool for lusting for looks, in the end he paid for it, his first wife ended up being insane. He finally met his other half but couldn’t keep her. He wanted Jane on his terms, controlling everything around her but in the end he lost her completely.”