“I-I’m sorry,” I manage through my swollen throat and I hear him sigh right before he rises and grabs my chin, turning my eyes to his while he keeps rubbing between my legs.
“Open your eyes, Cupcake.”
What I see when I finally look up at him makes me gasp and tremble, because I see need and heat and so much lust, it takes my breath away.
“You feel me, baby? You feel my hands on you?”
I do. I feel his arm around me, holding me up even as that hand moves and his fingers hit my swollen clit.
The sensation is explosive and I buck my hips uncontrollably, moaning when my core clenches at air, feeling so empty it actually hurts, but the pleasure when he starts rubbing and flicking at my bud is so good that all I can manage in response is a moan as I push closer, seeking relief from the heat attacking my sex.
“That’s it, Cupcake, take your pleasure from me, baby,” he groans and I feel his arm leave me as his hand keeps up the slippery stroke.
Our eyes stay connected the whole time, and though I try to look away, I can’t as I see his own pleasure reflected in his eyes.
“I want you so much, Cupcake. I always have, and I will have you. You understand?” he says, speeding up his strokes when I nod and bite into my lip.
The pleasure is consuming and I’m so wrapped up in chasing that orgasm just beyond my reach that it takes me a while to realize that his other arm is moving fast. My orgasm hits me the minute I look down to see him stroking his own rock-hard sex, the huge shaft twitching and jerking as he strokes himself hard and fast, in time with the rapid flick of his finger against my clit.
I explode into pieces then, crying out harshly when I feel myself contract from womb to sheath in a series of waves so strong, my whole body stiffens up and quakes.
I see his sex thicken and grow before he groans and starts coming, shooting his release onto our bellies in deep pumps of satisfaction that set off a string of deeper convulsions that leave me gasping and limp before his arms come around me and he pulls my wet body to his.
“You’re mine,” he says, breathing heavily into my ear as I ride out the last of my climax in his arms.
I nod again, incapable of speech as he gently lowers me to the water and resumes rinsing me gently.
I know what he’s saying, and while the thought horrifies me, I can’t help but accept it, lapping up whatever he can give me. He wants me, that’s obvious now, and I’ll let him have me for as long as he wants.
Chapter Six
Jared
I can still smell her on my hands hours later as I sit at my computer monitor and try to ignore the need coursing through me in waves.
That little taste, if I can even call it that considering I didn’t put my mouth on any part of her, was not enough. Instead of stilling the need raging through me, it’s just made it all that much worse.
I know what she looks like underneath those modest clothes she wears, and I now know what her pretty little slit looks and feels like. She’s perfect everywhere, sublimely perfect, and it’s a physical struggle I’m waging with myself not to just go back into the bedroom and fall on her like the beast I am.
I want so much more than what I allowed myself this morning, and that’s why I’m keeping my ass pinned to this chair after dosing her again and putting her back to bed.
She’s not ready for me yet. She still has some healing to do and I can’t touch her again without knowing that I won’t hurt her. So instead of going in there and opening her thighs so I can finally taste her sweet folds, I’m planted here, fighting to stay away.
I almost took her in that tub, almost, but I stopped when I looked down and saw her stitches, reminding myself that while she is better and almost healed, thanks to the drugs we gave her, she is still not there.
That’s all that stopped me when she put my hand on her sex and admitted her arousal. Once I felt all that slippery perfection, my dick got too hard to take no for an answer and I couldn’t stop myself from at least touching her and seeing her own pleasure.
My jerking off was pure instinct, and I didn’t realize I was doing it till I came.
I haven’t come that hard in…ever, and I once spent a night with a ballet dancer who was more flexible than an elastic band and knew exactly how to use her pelvic muscles.
This experience trumps even that and I’m starting to think that once I do get inside Paulie, I may never want out again. At least not till I get one kid in her and know that I have her for good.
I smile, remembering Ma’s tactics, and lean back in my chair with a chuckle, shaking my head in disgust. The woman is a menace if ever I met one, and I just knew she wouldn’t be able to resist claiming Paulie as her daughter before I claimed her as my woman.