So far she hadn’t cringed from any of the heavy-handed things he’d warned her about or subjected her to so he kept pushing her boundaries to see exactly where she would draw the line in the sand.
Giving her head a good push for emphasis he released his grip on her hair and told her in a low, dangerous rumble, “Head down, ass up.” The almost imperceptible moan she made tightened his balls.
He inserted his foot between hers and gave them a good kick to force her legs open further. “Wider Brynn. I’m taking that sweet pussy so spread ‘em wide and give me what I want.”
When he positioned her just so, Jax stepped back and left her bent over the side of the bed, arousal dripping down her thighs. The sight was truly the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Leaving her to anticipate what came next, he ran a hand possessively along her spine from neck to ass, lingering at the end to tease her slit without penetrating her luscious wet folds.
He saw her hands, where they lay outstretched on each side, clutching at the sheet under her as a shallow whimper split the air.
“Look at me,” he commanded bringing her head on a swivel until he saw her eyes scan his body before coming to a halt when she met his heated gaze.
With precise deliberation, he unbuckled his belt and drew the leather from the loops, holding it doubled in his firm grip in what had to look like a menacing way. He was fucking with her because he could, enjoying the way her eyes flared at the intimidating pose he adopted. When he was sure he had her undivided attention, he looked pointedly at the belt, then at her beautiful ass as if deciding whether to use the leather on her flesh.
“Maybe next time you play the bad girl,” he murmured as relief flashed in her expression when he dropped the belt to the floor.
Swiftly unbuttoning his shirt, he tossed it aside and pinned her to the spot with a suggestive leer.
“Bad girls get fucked hard. You know that, don’t you Brynn? Is that what you were asking for when you opened the curtains and touched yourself?” He was slowly undoing his pants, enjoying the exquisite tension radiating off her body.
“I, um. No. I didn’t know,” she answered hesitantly.
“What the fuck did you think would happen when you made me watch as you massaged your tits and showed off your ass? Did you imagine I would reach into my jeans, just like I’m doing now and take out my dick as I watched from across the yard?” His actions mirrored his words as his sexy lover stared with a hooded expression.
He shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs and stepped out of them. Grabbing his cock at the base and squeezing until the fat head swelled and throbbed, he waved it suggestively in her direction.
“Did you think I’d stroke myself, thinking how much I wanted to be inside you?”
Humph. She whimpered again letting him know that was exactly what she imagined. Poor naughty Brynn. She was about to learn that he would never be content to jerk off when her hot, wet pussy was calling to him. No fucking way. Not in this lifetime, anyway.
“See this?” he asked. “All of this, every hard-as-fuck inch, is about to be inside you so I suggest you hold on cause I intend to go deep, baby. Balls deep.” He stepped behind her as eyes turned wide with desire watched him while he stared greedily at her weeping slit and licked his lips with anticipation for the feast of delights about to be served up.
“You’re in for a bumpy ride my sexy baker. Feel free to scream as loud as you want. It’ll only make me fuck you harder.”
After rolling on a condom he put a hand on her back to hold her still, guided the head of his hungry cock to her opening, let it rest a minute against her flesh, just long enough for her to shake with expectation, then gripped her hip and with a mighty grunt, thrust deep and sure until with that one surge he was swallowed whole by her luscious cunt.
“UNF.” SHE CAME WITHIN SECONDS, as the savage cry broke from her throat. There was nothing between his thrust and her uncontrollable shaking except a single heartbeat as he took possession of her body.
Brynn had been out of her mind with arousal once he’d managed to spank her into complete submission. She hadn’t known that pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin until her ass had been burning and her core flooded with desire.
When she’d impulsively started this little game, she really had thought it would play out with each of them pleasuring themselves in full sight of the other. She had been a fool not to see that he wouldn’t put up with that shit for a second. It was already clear that her orgasms belonged to him and him alone so why she imagined he’d allow her to play the tease without him buried deep inside her was a rookie mistake she wouldn’t make again. Or maybe she would. Who knew? Especially if her little games unleashed his dominant side. There was something awe-inspiring and magnificent about Jax Merrill when he was on fire for her.
As the intense orgasm ripped through her, she heard him chuckle while his hands, strong and commanding, gripped her trembling hips. “Don’t think that coming all over my cock is going to save you from getting pounded, love,” he taunted. “If anything, feeling your sweet sexy cream drip down my balls is only going to make me fuck you harder.” He slapped her ass and chuckled again. “A little bonus for you to enjoy before I make you come again.”
Words weren’t going to happen, not while her mind was crowded with lust, so she grunted and let the orgasm take her away. She was aware that her inner muscles were furiously contracting around his magnificent cock and marveled at his control as he pressed deeper and laughed some more.
“Finished yet, love?” he asked as he bent over her and sank his teeth into her shoulder blade. Sliding his hands under her torso he scooped her breasts into his big hands and pulled her up against his chest.
As the intensity of the climax started to ease, she shimmied her ass against his groin and luxuriated in the feeling of his beautiful cock filling her completely.
His warm breath on her ear made her shiver. “Ah, still feeling naughty I see,” he teased as he allowed her to writhe in his embrace and enjoy the sensation of his body wedged deep inside hers.
All of a sudden, he released his grip on her tits and shoved her forward again, pushing her bent over and face down into the bed. “My turn,” he growled. “Time to teach your hot pussy a lesson.”
And then it started. He pulled out of her and immediately slammed home, sinking into her wet passage, making her cry out with each forceful stroke. Again and again, he thrust as she arched into him, his balls slapping furiously against her swollen clit with each plunge.
“Bad. Girls. Get. Fucked. Hard,” he grunted as he gripped her hips and hammered his mighty cock into her. “How bad were you Brynn? Harder? Hmmmm?”
That spine-tingling feeling his savage possession evoked began breaking loose inside her. Chills and heat wracked her as he took her with a relentless ferocity. She heard sounds—lewd, suggestive sounds—as her pussy flooded, and he pounded out his ownership of her body with each aggressive thrust.
Brynn was moaning as a second orgasm began to build deep in her core. Where she found the strength to answer his thrusts she didn’t know, but soon she was pushing back each time he stroked, giving him deeper access.
He took control of her throbbing clit, massaging and rolling it between his fingers. Hot moisture leaked from her body, and this time she felt it running down her legs. He’d told her he liked feeling her nectar drip off his balls creating an erotic visual that stole her sanity. It wouldn’t be long now before she splintered apart again.
Just before she reached the point of no return, he surprised her by pulling out and smacking her ass with a mighty thwack. “Bad girls come when they’re told. And not before.”
Brynn whimpered and shook, the loss of his cock making her desperate and almost hysterical with need. She felt him slide down her body from behind as she bent over the bed, running his hands along the outside of her legs and then slowly up the inside of her calves to the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He parted her with his fingers and started licking
her pussy, sucking her swollen flesh into his greedy, talented mouth.
Having him devour her from behind was a pleasure of sensations she’d never experienced before. Her legs shook like crazy when she felt his tongue slide inside her as he pulled her open with his hands to give him total access.
When he spoke, she felt his growling words more than she heard them and clutched at anything her hands could find to keep from collapsing. “My bad girl tastes like sweet sin.”
Oh fuck. He was killing her. His tongue continued to flicker over her poor clit. She could feel the throbbing inside her head where blood furiously pounded against her skull. When his lips closed around the swollen nub and suckled hard, her legs buckled.
This time his laugh was hoarse with desire as he caught her fall. “Too much bad girl? Shame. I like the way you taste and the way your pussy quivers as it begs for more.”
He rose slowly and instead of putting her into the same position, he lifted her to the mattress on her knees and pulled her close to the edge.
“Head down, baby and arch your back.” He shoved her knees wider apart and ran a finger across her slit. “There’s nothing more beautiful than my love dripping with arousal.”
He’d called her ‘my love’ instead of simply, ‘love’. The chills returned when the possessive tone in his voice wrapped around her nerves.
Sliding two fingers inside her, he slowly massaged. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more, but he wasn’t ready to let her come. Time to plead.
“Jax,” she groaned. “Please. I can’t. It’s too much.”
He bit her ass. He actually sank his teeth into her ass and bit down hard making her inner muscles quiver involuntarily. If he did that again there was no way she could hold off another orgasm, but she did everything she could to wait for his permission. Please God, let him give it soon.
“Mmmmm. Brynn’s sweet pussy,” he murmured, his heated breath on her ass making her shiver. His fingers continued their sensuous massage as her chills increased.
“Are you ready to be my good girl now, love? Ready to give me everything? Give me all of your hot, wet pussy to fuck?”
“Yes,” she husked. “Oh God, yes. Anything Jax. Anything you want.”
She whimpered and shook when he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked on her head. When he spoke, the commands were heavy with the sound of his desire. “Arch my love, keep your tits on the bed and shimmy that pretty ass for me.”
She gladly did as he demanded, her back in a deep bend as her backside shook and her knees widened.
“You’re gonna feel this,” he told her as his hand smacked her ass with a thunderous jolt at the same time his cock plunged into her with a savage thrust.
“Unf.”
“Again?”
The chills and heat increased. She had nothing left but sensation and the primitive sounds her body was making. Wiggling her ass with him buried deep inside, she used body language to beg for more.
“Good girl,” he grunted. “That’s my good girl.” He pulled most of the way out then smacked her ass hard and plowed deep.
The muscles in her pussy clenched around his cock and held on. She wasn’t letting go. He belonged there, inside her, his balls resting on her exposed clit as her pussy lips stretched around his thickness.
“My good girl is greedy for my cock.” He wasn’t laughing any more. “Hang on baby.”
He started thrusting slow and deep. Each time he retreated, she moaned, and with every forward plunge, they both grunted. It was magnificent pleasure—raw, wild, and intense.
He groaned and told her, “I’m watching Brynn. Watching my cock sink inside you then come out covered in your delicious cream. You’re so fucking wet, I love seeing it.”
He wrecked her forever with his amazing staying power. Time slowed until the whole thing felt like a dream as he sent her into an intensely erotic, sensually primitive trance. Her legs were trembling. Running his big hands up and down her back, he sighed. “Come for me good girl. Let me feel you destroy my cock with those fierce muscles.”
His strokes became shorter but harder as the tempo increased. A strange sensation like an out-of-body experience built along her nerves, coalescing with the heat and chills. A low, sultry moan was coming out of her throat.
A powerful orgasm broke loose and rushed into her core like a speeding bullet. When it reached her center and exploded, she howled like a wild animal, the sound muffled by the mattress as violent spasms milked his cock. The thrusting stopped and he held perfectly still while her muscles did all the work.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “Oh God, my love, my love.”
His fingers dug into her flesh. She felt his large cock swell and thicken before it throbbed repeatedly as her pussy squeezed his flesh. The pulsing went on and on as he came deep inside her. The pleasure was so intense, so exquisite, that she’d lost all sense, even the ability to breathe.
Brynn felt herself tumbling into a rapturous oblivion. This type of ecstasy couldn’t be real, she marveled, as the chills took her under.
For the first time in his life, Jax hated the barrier that prevented his hot flesh from fully merging with hers. It didn’t seem right; to be denied planting his seed deep inside the woman whose body was desperately milking his. The need he felt was organic, a desire rising from his soul that scared the fucking shit out of him. It had nothing to do with pleasure or sexual gratification and everything to do with something he couldn’t quite name or define.
This woman called to him. Beckoned his primal being like none other. They were meant to be together, she belonged to him, and he knew without a doubt that he would share his essence only with her and nobody else. Her body was crying out, begging for all of him—every pulse, every throb, every drop.
Eventually his senses returned and he withdrew carefully from her shaking body making sure to secure the condom so it didn’t leak. How that thin sheath hadn’t broken during their ferocious coupling was beyond a mystery.
His eyes took in every detail of Brynn’s appearance as he pulled out. Every inch of her flesh was quivering and her legs trembled violently. Her glorious ass displaying his handprint was up in the air, and with her knees spread wide, he was treated to the sight of her dripping pussy, red and swollen from his thunderous possession. The sight was tattooed on his soul forever. Leaning forward he inhaled deeply, drowning in the scent of her sex and before he even knew what he was doing, Jax licked her pulsing slit and dropped a wet, sloppy kiss where it counted the most. Mine. All mine.
She wasn’t moving, probably couldn’t even if she wanted to. He knew she’d flown high as her climax hit, he could feel it in the way her body completely surrendered to his. Now that the tempestuous storm had passed, he was overcome with tenderness for the amazing woman who was delivering a knock-out punch to his libido.
Lifting onto the bed, he eased her quaking body to the side and gathered her close with her back pressed against his chest. She was shaking a bit too much for his liking so he grabbed a soft blanket from the foot of the bed and drew it over them. Jax brushed the hair from her shoulder and dropped gentle kisses wherever his mouth reached. He cooed softly, telling her how much she pleased him—using words to portray the depth of emotion he was experiencing.
When her breathing calmed he relaxed a bit. She’d seriously scared the shit out of him when she zoned out at the end. Nothing like that had ever happened before, not that anything he’d experienced up until this moment came even a little bit close to the wild intensity he found as he’d mercilessly fucked Brynn into a state of oblivion.
“Are you back, baby?” he murmured.
She wiggled her ass slightly and pressed into him. He felt the creamy evidence of her explosive orgasm where his legs spooned hers. Jesus Fuck Me Christ, his soul groaned. Trembling fingers moved to where his hand rested under her breasts. She tucked her small hand inside his and nothing in his life had ever felt as profound as that simple gesture.
It was enough to just
lie there and help her come back to her senses. He wanted nothing more than to take care of his love right then. Brynn might not know yet what she wanted from their relationship, but he did. And at least she’d been honest. But Jax knew without a shred of doubt that the universe had brought them together for a reason. With her in his life, everything seemed possible. Even happiness and a future suddenly felt like possibilities. He vowed then and there to move heaven and earth if he had to in order to make that happen. Brynn Baron-Wilde belonged to him and he to her. Now all he had to do was help her see that.
When he went to pull away, she groaned and mumbled, “Don’t.” God. Could she be any more precious?
“Shhhh,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere baby but I need to go grab something real quick. Okay?”
She sighed and slid from his grasp, but turned her face into the pillow beneath her head. Hurrying from the bed, Jax raced to the hallway bathroom, snatched a hand towel off the bar by the sink and turned on the water until it got warm.
Yeah, the master bedroom was in serious need of a modern en suite. Leaving the room and going down the hallway was just too fucking far from where Brynn lay, curled in a ball on the big bed.
Returning to her side as quickly as he could, Jax set about cleaning her up and soothing her body as best he could. Running back and forth to the damn bathroom whenever the washcloth cooled, he was mentally planning out the needed addition to the bedroom that would transform it into a functional master suite. He would have much preferred to draw her a warm bath overflowing with mounds of fragrant bubbles but had to settle for something that barely satisfied his need to take care of her.
When she was refreshed he went about gently massaging the lotion from the pump bottle on the nightstand into her red backside. Seeing the clear definition of his big handprint marking her skin filled Jax with conflicting emotions. One part of him cringed at what he’d done, while another part vibrated with primitive satisfaction.
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