Page 20 of Jaded Soul

“Where are we going?” I whisper.

“Somewhere more private,” comes his response.

“Oh. Okay, then,” I reply, making Jett chuckle a bit. The urgency isn’t because we’re running from something or in trouble. No, it’s because Jett needs me. God, I need him, too. After reliving everything again and telling my story to Domino and the other men, all I want is to be connected to Jett in every way possible. I want him to consume me and make me forget all about the past.

Jett is impatient, lifting me up in his arms as he races outside, toward a row of apartments I didn’t notice before. He kicks open one of the doors and sets me down, spinning me around so I have to brace myself against the wall. He flips up my skirt and has my panties down around my ankles in half a second, and then I hear his zipper come down.

“God, angel,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, rumbling out of his throat in the most delicious way. Jett grips my ass, a hand on each cheek, prying me apart and sliding his dick through my folds. “This tight ass…your fucking gorgeous body…” His hands slip around to my front, snaking up my shirt so he can grab my breasts and knead them. “Love every inch of you,” he murmurs into the back of my neck, bending over and covering my back with his front.

I moan at his confession and push back into him, urging him on. “Get inside me, please,” I gasp, the need for him literally making it hard to breathe.

“When you ask so nicely…” he grits out.

Jett gives me a few more torturous strokes before slamming that fat cock inside me in one hard thrust. His hand covers my mouth just in time to catch my scream.

“Goddamn… Fuck, Rowan, I know I should be more gentle with you.” He holds himself still, his words laced with both pain and need.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I grip the hand he has over my mouth and slide it down to my throat. “I want it rough,” I whisper. “Fuck me, Jett. Fuck me so hard.”

Jett pulls almost all the way out and then roars, spearing me with his cock and tearing me in two as he squeezes my neck. I come instantly, choking on my orgasm.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls, pounding into me over and over. He hits me deeper and deeper each time, spreading me wide open and molding my pussy to fit around his massive dick.

Jett tangles his fingers in my hair and rips my head to the side so he can attack my mouth. I bite his lips and suck his tongue inside of my mouth, needing more of him. All of him. We fuck like that, frenzied and frantic like we need this to survive. I think we just might.

My body tenses and locks up, preparing for another powerful release. I tear my mouth away from his and bite my lips to keep from crying out. I slam my eyes shut and push back into him, once, twice, three times, and then my cunt snaps around him so tightly it almost hurts, but in the best way.

He loops an arm under my hips, holding me upright as my knees give out. He presses his body against mine, crushing me against the wall and fucking me furiously. I keep coming, each rough stroke seemingly sending me higher, pushing me deeper into my pleasure until I'm completely lost in bright light and pure bliss.

I feel Jett explode inside of me, biting down on my shoulder as he comes in powerful waves, again and again, more and more of his release shooting into me until I feel it drip down my thighs.

I’m sweating and shaking, unable to stand on my own when Jett finally pulls out of me.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, spinning me around and holding me close. “I’ve never come so hard. You’re incredible. Are you okay? I know you said you wanted it rough, but God… Did I hurt you?”

He peels me off his chest and tips my head up. I can hardly breathe, let alone form words. “I’m good,” I say, my words slightly slurred.

He chuckles and then tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling down in front of me. “You’re a mess, angel,” he muses, staring right at my drenched pussy.

“It’s your fault,” I tease, though I’m still breathless.

“I guess I’ll have to clean it up.”

“Wha—"

Before I can even get the word out, Jett laps at my pussy, licking up both of our releases. It’s so dirty, so completely filthy…and incredibly hot. I grind my cunt against his face and moan when he squeezes my ass in a bruising grip.

My shaky hands find his head and I pull at his hair, needing to hold on to something to anchor me. I feel his mouth every-fucking-where, lips sucking on my clit, teeth nipping at my folds, tongue thrusting in and out of me, demanding my pleasure, and pulling another orgasm to the surface.

I feel it, right there, so close, almost, right there, right there…

“Jett!” I cry out, not even caring who hears me anymore. The tension breaks all over my body as violent spasms grip my muscles and wring my orgasm from the very depths of me.

“That’s it, angel, come all over my tongue,” he grunts, licking me from top to bottom.

“Too… much…” I whimper, tugging at his hair.

With one last long lick of my pussy, he tears his mouth away from me and rests his forehead on my stomach, breathing almost as heavily as I am. I hold him close, overwhelmed with the intimacy of being taken so thoroughly so roughly, and yet so lovingly. I love him. I love Jett so much it hurts.

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