Phoenix Rising(49)
“God, yes! I need you, Connor.”
Her whimpers tore at his self-control. Connor struggled to hold firm.
His fingers slid in and out of her pussy, making wet, smacking noises. Her juice was so thick he could smell the heady scent over the soft perfume of the oil. Connor’s cock was throbbing. It was as if he hadn’t spilled his seed in Jessa’s mouth, as if he hadn’t come at all. He was dying to sink his shaft into her tight body.
A third finger slid into Jessa’s tight anal opening. The sleek oil and her desperate arousal sent her spiraling into another climax. Still Connor drove her higher. He plunged in and out of her pussy and her ass in a synchronized rhythm that had her gasping for breath and begging for more.
“I can’t hold off any longer, Baby. I need your sweet ass wrapped around my cock.”
“Connor, yes!”
“Lift up for me, sweetheart. I swear I’ll go slowly.”
She arched her back as Connor knelt behind her. Sweat poured from his head and chest as he positioned the crown of his throbbing cock at her anal entrance. Jessa was gasping and moaning. He shut his ears to her cries, knowing he could not plunge in to the hilt and mindlessly fuck her warm body. He had to go slow.
The first agonizing press left him struggling to breathe. She was hot and wet and so damn tight he almost lost himself with barely the head of his cock seated in her sweet ass. Creamy pussy juice covered the insides of her thighs and Connor’s fingers slipped across her slick skin when he reached down to adjust himself.
“You’re so fucking big, Connor! I want more. Please God, I need you.”
Her words drove him mad. Grinding his teeth together, Connor eased in another inch, sliding his hand over her hip and burying his fingertips in her hot cunt. He found her clit and put gentle pressure against the sensitive hood. Her tight ass relaxed and Connor slid further in.
The process was torturously slow. After an agonizing amount of time, Connor’s cock was fully embedded in her tight anal sheath and his balls pressed against her raging hot pussy. Her ass wriggled and she bounced against him.
Connor gripped her hips and backed out only enough to thrust in again. Jessa screamed her pleasure. His pulse pounded in his skull and Connor began thrusting harder and harder, fucking her ass as if he wanted to prove his possession of her body.
One hand stayed buried in her pussy and Connor slid two fingers into her heat and rubbed relentlessly against her clit. Jessa trembled beneath him. Her whole body tightened and Connor knew she was cresting the wave that would send her crashing into an explosive orgasm.
His testicles drew tight against his body. With each thrust, they slapped wetly against her swollen flesh. He closed his eyes as sparks danced on the backs of his eyelids and his cock exploded. Cum sprayed the inside of Jessa’s body and flung her into a climax that sent her pussy and her ass into spasms of exquisite pleasure.
Muscles weak with release threatened to collapse. Mindful of the precious woman beneath his bulk, Connor rolled to one side with his cock still fully seated inside Jessa’s ass. Aftershocks from her soul-shattering climax continued to caress his shaft and he could feel the tremors wracking her body.
She was crying. Connor slowly withdrew his cock from her anal entrance and wrapped his arms about her shaking frame. Fear lurked in the back of his mind. Had he hurt her? He’d gone as slowly as he possibly could have, but anal sex always carried the risk of injury. Connor would never forgive himself if he’d hurt Jessa no matter his intentions.
“Jessa baby, it’s okay. Talk to me sweetheart.”
His voice was hoarse and Connor realized he must’ve been shouting at the top of his lungs without realizing it. His hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back as he tried to calm her.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “It was just…”
“Just, what?”
Her words came on a soft exhale. “So beautiful.”
A smile stretched across Connor’s face. Yes, it had definitely been that and much, much more.
Chapter Sixteen
Jessa rolled over and blinked her eyes in the morning sunlight.
Arched windows flanked a massive cherry wood Highboy, their pristine panes draped with rich gold and mauve fabric. Her combat boots lay in an untidy heap beside a fainting couch decked out in gold tassels and overstuffed pillows. The white coffered ceiling was studded with a heavily ornamented fan fancifully shaped like palm fronds. A transparent glass fireplace hinted at the spacious master bath tucked away behind the dividing wall.
Where the hell was she anyway?
Jessa nearly laughed out loud when the disoriented feelings slipped away and she recognized her own bedroom. How odd to wake up in her own bed and not know where she was because she’d spent so many nights sleeping in Connor’s. And she definitely had. It’d been more than a month since Will had left. A month of glorious evenings spent laughing and working with Alex while a pair of hell-black eyes followed her every move. A month of wonderful mornings waking up in Connor’s muscled arms after a night of mouth-watering sex.