Jailbait(23)

I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing—one full of promises. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks. The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands out of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my labia, gently parting my folds.

“I’m going to make you come like you never did before, Kerri”, he promises me, not knowing that he has already fulfilled it. Still, I can’t help but wonder at the state I’m going to be in once he’s done with me. Will I be able to stand? To walk? Oh, God, does it even matter?

I open my mouth to speak—maybe something smart or seductive, but all I can do is croak a small “please.” This time he doesn’t make me beg. One of his arms goes around my waist and he presses his forearm over my navel; then he pulls me into him, his shaft straining past my inner lips and lodging itself inside of me as if it had never left.

“Oh, God…” I moan, pushing my hips back against him.

“There’s no God in this place…” He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “Just me.”

He holds his position, his cock deep inside me as he lets his arm fall, his hand running down between my legs. There, he presses two fingers right above my clitoris, gently pressing down on it; only then does he allow his cock to slide out of me.

He goes back in again, thrusting with all his strength. Soon enough, his cock is flying in and out of me at a breakneck pace, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again.

My eyes are shut, and I’m gritting my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too… good. And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.

“Lucien…” I call, his name like honey over my tongue. “Harder,” I ask him, not truly understanding what I’m really saying. I only realize what I told him to do after he pinches my nipple harder, a stab of pain and pleasure hitting me at once. He starts to thrust even harder, and I have to go on tiptoes, my unconscious mind dictating every single one of my movements.

There’s a spark inside of me, one rising from my clit and spreading all over my body. Soon enough that spark will turn into a fire and I’ll burn. I can’t wait for it.

Pressing hard on my clit, he thrusts mighty, his cock burying itself inside my pussy like it never did. I gasp, my insides clenching as my nerve endings try to process the barrage of sensations he’s unleashing upon me. Slowly, he pulls back out, and then thrusts hard again. He keeps going like that until I can’t bear it any longer, his shaft pushing his way inside of me with the sweetest savagery I have ever felt.

So this is what it feels like to be with a Man—one with a capital M. I’m not a virgin, or some clueless inexperienced girl… but I’ve never met a man like Lucien. He is the kind of man a woman dreams of, perfect in every sense of the word. It’s not only his body that draws me in, that’s only a small fraction of his allure. It’s who he is; he breathes in power and exhales dominance. He’s one of the most dangerous men I have ever met and, at the same time, the one that makes me feel the safest. These opposing feelings, the conflict between them… It just drives me out of control, in a way I never thought would be possible.

I open my mouth to speak, but I close it before any words can form. I can’t speak and I can’t even think… Ask me my name right now, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to answer. I’m high, his body on me the most perfect drug I have ever found.

“I want you to come for me,” he tells me against my ear, stopping his thrusts for a long second. “And you’re going to do it when I tell you to.”

Is that even possible? Somehow, his words leave no room for doubt. It's possible because he won’t let it happen any other way. I will come when he tells me to—not before, not after.

His body rocks against mine at a steady rhythm, anticipation making my heart pound hard. With each thrust of his, he goes harder. Soon enough, he’s pounding me again as if tomorrow would never come. I feel on the verge of collapsing, all of my limbs with barely any strength left. Leaning forward, I press my cheek against the wall, my quivering moans quickly turning into a howl of pleasure.