by Kane, Jessa
I try to imagine standing here, trying not to combust while this man slides elegant fabrics all over my skin and I know I won’t make it. I’ll burst into flames. “Take me home,” I beg, trying to turn around. “You can come inside me. Please.”
He doesn’t let me turn, using his much stronger body to crowd me back against the mirror, his hand capturing my jaw and angling it up. “Didn’t take you long to start begging for it, huh, baby?” His touch drags down from my jaw, all the way to the juncture of my thighs where he grabs hold of my sex. “You want some hot, messy come in this pussy, you greedy girl?”
“Yes. Yes, Jack, please.”
Tucking a long finger into the waistband of my white panties, he tugs them slowly down my thighs and my breath fogs on the mirror. Faster, faster. I can feel the enormous ridge of his erection on the top curve of my backside, his heartbeat slamming against my shoulder. “I’m going to pump you so full,” he pants, his tongue licking up the side of my neck. “You might have been mad I broke my promise, but you loved that I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop thrusting with those sweet little virgin muscles locking down around me.”
Yes. Until he makes the sensual accusation, I don’t realize how true it is. Despite the aftermath, the moment was drugging. Perfect. “I need you like that now, Jack.”
He strips my shirt off over my head, rendering me naked. “Soon.”
“No.” Frustration makes me sob. “Now.”
How am I supposed to wait when he devours the sight of my nude body in the mirror, shaking his head and muttering a curse? When he strokes his fingertips down the curves of my hips, his lips tracing the slope of my neck. And that heavy, hungry part of him that remains trapped behind his fly is dragged side to side against my bottom until I’m once again trying desperately to turn around, to unzip his pants and beg to be taken.
Jack doesn’t allow it, though, keeping me pinned, relentlessly assaulting my nerve endings with skilled scrapes of palms and nicks of teeth on my skin. Oh God. I’m going to have an orgasm from his touch alone, the buildup, the illicitness of being intimate in a dressing room, Jack fully dressed, me without a stitch of clothing on. Just when I’m positive the crest is happening and my bare thighs are rasping anxiously against his suit pants, the dressing room curtain opens and the sales lady breezes in with a full, rolling rack of clothing and lingerie.
My eyes meet Jack’s in the mirror. I plead with him silently, although I don’t know exactly for what. To take me home…to take me, period, no matter who is watching. I’m so hot and thirsty for fulfilment, I can barely remember my own name. Only know I need.
“Do you trust me?” Jack whispers in my ear.
I nod, no hesitation, and I don’t miss the gratitude in his eyes.
“What shall we try on first?” asks the woman, apparently not fazed by the fact that I’m completely clothing free and Jack’s hands are all over me.
Lifting his mouth from my neck, Jack presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek for a moment. “The panties you mentioned. Red, if you have it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without taking his eyes off me, he reaches back and accepts the red, lacy panties. Then he trails his open mouth from the nape of my neck, all the way down to the small of my back, dropping into a kneel behind me. His warm breath coasts over my buttocks. My fingers curl into fists on the mirror, making a squeaking sound, and I close my eyes. Squeeze them shut. Because I know from his position, he can see the moisture on my inner thighs. Can see everything.
“Step in,” he drawls, holding the panties down near my feet. “We need to make sure these work before we buy them, don’t we?”
Oh lord.
Oh lord.
What is he going to do next?
How much more of this can I take?
I’m still wearing high heels but manage to step into each leg hole without ripping the fabric, and then Jack is dragging them slowly, slowly, up my thighs. “How wide is the opening?” Jack asks over his shoulder, while…oh my God. He takes the cheeks of my bottom in his hands and spreads them wide, ducking his head to examine the sewn-in breach of the garment. “I want to be sure I fit through it.”
In the mirror’s reflection, I watch the woman pick up a different pair—black—and hold it up to the light, scrutinizing the hole thoughtfully. “It appears to be about two inches of space to…um…fit through, sir.”
Jack makes a doubtful sound. “Sounds like they were built for average-sized men.” Straightening once again to his full height behind me, he unzips his pants. A whimper flies out of my mouth, every muscle in my body pulling taut. Fearing, anticipating, buzzing. “I’m not average sized, though,” he says, a low, thick pitch to his voice. “Am I, angel?”
“No, Daddy,” I whisper, wetting my lips anxiously.
With a nod of approval, he steps to the side, drawing the cheeks of my backside even wider, so the sales lady can see everything in between, through the thin, see-through veil of red lace. “You think she’d get this wet and horny for mediocre dick?”
She gulps. “No, sir.”
“Then you understand we need to test them out.”
“I…I…” The sales lady glances toward the heavy velvet curtain separating us from the rest of the shop, then slowly nods. “Y-yes, sir. I understand.”
Never severing eye contact with me in the mirror, Jack jerks my hips back.
Uses a foot to kick my feet wide.
Reaches into his pants and stoops down, fitting his thickness into the opening with a line of concentration between his brows…and then I feel him, huge and stiff, inching into my wet heat, inch by inch, my legs shaking the deeper he gets. I don’t even recognize my blissed-out features in the mirror. I don’t recognize anything, this world of sexual depravity and delight is so foreign to me. All I can do is feel and there is so much to feel. The ripe tightening of my nipples and Jack’s quickening breaths stirring my hair. The rush of moisture between my legs, the cinching and pulsing of my intimate muscles as he invades me, finally filling me completely, the sound of joined, soaked flesh and our wild breaths echoing in the dressing room.
“I need about five thrusts to be sure,” Jack says hoarsely, grinding upward and lifting me onto my toes. “Bend forward for Daddy, angel.”
Out of my mind, starved for friction, for impact, I scramble on my tippy toes to do what I’m told, my palms braced on the mirror. Panting, mewling, clawing at the glass.
“Christ, look at this little treasure of mine,” Jack grunts, scrubbing a hand up my spine and burying it in my hair, drawing my head back so I’m staring into my lust-drunk expression. “So eager. So tight.” Briefly, he glances back over his shoulder. “She’s also a screamer. Cover her mouth, please.”
Oh. God. I clench my teeth to resist a climax.
How does he know?
How deep has he gotten inside my head?
He keeps discovering new, unfounded territories that shock me, make me burn.
“Yes, sir,” says the sales lady, coming up beside me and clamping a hand over my mouth. And she makes no pretense of looking away, her interested gaze fixed between my legs where the thick, veiny root of Jack’s shaft disappears inside me, through the stretched red opening of the panties. “Ready.”
Jack growls, sexual pain tugging at his features.
Then he grips my hips and fucks me.
Roughly.
His teeth are bared, his tie askew, sweat dotting his upper lip.
He gives me five bone-rattling thrusts that do indeed make me scream. I let loose a strangled sound into the woman’s palm, but there’s nothing to muffle the wicked slap of flesh every time he pumps inside me, his hips clapping against my buttocks. Hard. His flesh thickens with every upward drive, his eyes growing more and more glassy.
“Maisy,” he grits out. “Fuck.”
And he stops.
Body ready to snap, he stops, swiping a sleeve across his lip.
“No, no, Jack. Don’t stop,” I whine, my voi
ce muffled by the sales lady’s palm. “Please!”
My pleas go ignored, but as his sex leaves mine, his eyes hold a promise. Soon. “Let’s see if they worked,” he rasps, voice unsteady. The woman uncovers my mouth and steps back slightly, folding her hands at her waist. Jack reaches down and slides his grip beneath my knees. Lifting. Lifting until I’m being held in front of the mirror with my legs spread open, my knees up near my shoulders. On display. Revealing the ripped material over my drenched sex.
“We’ll take them, anyway, in every color,” Jack murmurs, his chest heaving up and down behind me. “Along with everything on the rack.”
Carefully, he sets me down, taking out his wallet and handing the woman a black American Express card. Then he sets about dressing me, urgency in every line of his body.
“We’ll be in the limousine outside. Charge me, load everything into the trunk and return the card to my driver.” He takes me by the back of the neck and guides me through the curtain. “Thank you for your help.”
“Jack,” I gasp on our way through the elegant shop.
He roughs me up against the closest wall, his hips grinding into my bottom. “Not another word or I’ll bust in my goddamn pants, little girl. Do you understand me?” He releases a shaky exhale into my neck and drags me back off the wall, towards the exit. “And after making me wait four days to come inside you again, there’s no way you’re getting off that easy.”
10
Jack
My heartbeat booms in my head.
My cock is so heavy and hard, I can barely walk straight.
I just know I need to get her into the limousine so I can fuck us free of this perfect agony. Christ, this girl obsesses me beyond my wildest fucking imagination.
And yes, her body has me pierced with lust, but it’s also her trust that makes me this way. Makes me fraught with hunger to be inside of her. I want her soft skin on mine, want her trusting eyes looking up at me while I’m fucking her sweet body. Her confidence in me is a drug. I need more. I have to have more.
We step out onto the street and I guide Maisy toward the limousine, unable to tear my eyes off of her. Her flushed skin and bright eyes, the rubber quality to her gait. I’ve driven her to the brink—does she realize how many times I almost went past mine in that dressing room? It was only a compulsive need to watch her grow into her delicious kink, embrace it more and more, that kept me pushing. But I’ve pushed myself to an animal state in the process and she’s about to bear the brunt of it, no way to slow down, no way to temper my need.
I throw open the limousine door and Maisy clambers inside on her hands and knees, right onto the center of the limousine floor, already whimpering when I enter the vehicle behind her. As soon as the door has been slammed behind us, I lunge for the girl and rip her skirt open directly over her ass.
My palm cracks down on those supple cheeks in a spanking I wasn’t expecting to give, but it’s as though we both knew it was coming. My instinct in regard to what she needs drives me, compels me so completely, my body follows it without question.
“You’re a horny.” Slap. “Little.” Slap. “Brat. And everyone knows it, don’t they?”
Slap.
“Yes,” Maisy moans, pressing her cheek to the carpet and arching her back, receiving the strikes of my hand like a long-lost lover, her cries those of a girl in heat. They saw from her throat with every smacking blow to her tight flesh, the torn panties she still wears allowing for no mysteries. I see her wet, little hole and I smack her there, too, roughly, turning her thighs to two trembling columns. “Daddy, I need Daddy.”
Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.
Not when she’s wet, whining and shaking for me.
God forbid she comes without me inside her when I’ve been waiting, waiting, starving myself sick for her tight cunt. I’ll punch the windows out of this fucking limousine.
Determined not to let that happen, I kneel directly behind her and yank my zipper down, my breath ripping in and out of my lungs. Vaguely, I hear the trunk opening and bags being loaded inside, but I see only her. Feel only my raging hunger. “And what does Daddy get for buying you lots of pretty things, angel?”
My question wracks her in a shudder, her hands reaching up and back to wrench the shredded underwear down her thighs, baring everything. Offering all that delicious pink for the taking. Mine. “You get m-me,” she whimpers, her hands dropping back down to brace on the floor. “Please. Please.”
I’m out of control. It’s left me entirely. I’m a beast with release in my grasp and I can do nothing but curve myself over her gorgeous body and guide my engorged dick to that tiny hole, working it inside and trying not to ejaculate at the soft, ripe feel of her. “Jesus Christ, it’s so wet for me,” I pant, planting my inches into her flexing pussy. Canting my hips forward and sliding, sliding deep until I’m completely buried inside of her. “Oh. Fuck.”
She clenches around me, fingertips burying in the carpet. “God oh God.”
I press my mouth to her ear, rear back with my hips and slam into her. Hard. “New panties and shoes and dresses. You like the way I spoil your hot, young pussy?”
Her breath catches, her flesh squeezing around mine. “Yes.”
“Good. Now listen to me.” I wrestle her hair into my fist, my hips slapping up against her taut butt cheeks. “I’ll let people watch once in a while if it makes your pretty little cunt wet, but I will never fucking share you. Ever. Is that understood?”
“I don’t w-want to be shared, Jack,” she gasps, pushing back to meet my drives eagerly. “I only want you.”
“That’s good, because I’m all you’re going to get, Maisy,” I growl, powering into her without restraint, my neglected cock cramming in and out of her perfection, lust building, building so rapidly, I know I won’t last long now. She’s too tight and the pressure in my cock and balls is too immense. “And you’re going to get me so often and so nasty, I’ll have to hire someone to follow us around and clean up the fucking mess.”
That moan, that sound I crave more than any other sound, fills the limousine, the husky feminine notes hurrying up the pace of my thrusts, catapulting me into a frenzy of mating. I’m devoid of any restraint, I’m owned by hunger, my hands holding her hips in a bruising grip, yanking her back, back, back onto my impaling cock, a vise tightening around my balls with every smacking entry of her pussy.
I could have come the second I was inside her—but I realize in that moment what’s forcing me to hold back. That sacred trust in her eyes is what I’m craving…my heart is begging for it. So insistently that I manage to pull out with a wince and flip Maisy over onto her back. Rutting my dick back into her immediately and holding, holding deep while I look her in the eye.
“I’ll never break another promise to you again,” I vow, taking her gasping mouth in a kiss, unable to give us air until she’s writhing underneath me, her restless thighs wrapped around my hips. “Tell me you believe me.”
“I do. I believe you.”
I yank up her shirt, leaving it bunched beneath her neck. Then I drag the flat of my hand down between us, through the valley between her beautifully bare tits, then back up to cradle the side of her face. “Tell me you trust me to take care of you. This heart. This body.”
“I know you will,” she breathes.
I bear down harder, fucking her brutally now, her words of faith in me like an aphrodisiac, a shot of adrenaline to my soul, my hunger. “You want my come in that tight little gash, baby? Or do you want to punish me longer for being a man?” I lean down and press my mouth to her ear. “A saint couldn’t pull out of this little girl pussy, let alone a sinner. And we both know which one I am.”
Maisy sucks in a breath and she slaps her hands onto my shoulders, squeezing, her eyes losing focus. “Jack. I’m…please, faster. Faster.”
I can feel the wicked smile curving my lips, even as the pain of approaching relief lances me, turns my breathing ragged. But the drive to give Maisy what she needs outw
eighs everything, so I pump into her at a breakneck pace, roaring at the ceiling as I hold back the deluge of seed waiting to power free of my balls. Her pussy makes slick little sucking noises every time I sink inside, and I gather some of that sweet excess moisture now, using it to rub her swollen clit with my middle finger and she finally screams, bucking underneath me, her pussy strangling my shaft with such force, I have no choice but to let the dam break.
“MAISY,” I bellow, seeing nothing but red fire in front of my eyes. “Goddammit, yes.”
Pain smothers me, twisting and stomping on my gut, clenching my jaw until I think it’s going to snap—and then the pleasure finally breaks through, attacking me from every angle, pulsing and flexing every muscle in my body, jerking my balls with hot jolts, come sluicing out in thick, thorough waves, releasing deep, deep inside of my fucking obsession.
My come and the mess it creates between her legs is obscene.
Raunchy.
I fuck into her come-drenched cunt with savage brutality, shoving her thighs open to continue receiving my animalistic thrusts, my mouth latched onto her neck, sucking marks onto her body, pulling her hair, gripping her jaw. I say words that are reverent because I love her and angry because she makes me so fucking horny that I could burn alive.
“Take that come, beautiful girl. Beautiful, sexy girl.” I hold her by the throat, pumping my hips. Pumping, pumping. Another wave of unimaginable lust pummeling me. “Take it in this fucking brat of a pussy.” I spit on her tits. “Keep it in there or I’ll unload the rest in your mouth.”
And she loves it. She loves my treatment, this innocent virgin who has become insatiable in the space of four days, all for me. Mine for keeps. Her back arches and she struggles to maneuver her sweet body to take more, more of the seed she wouldn’t let me spill until now. And it’s the most effective forgiveness that ever existed, watching her whine and try to absorb me. It wrenches the final ounce of lust from my body and I drop, sated beyond words or imagination, on top of my angel.