Page 32 of Strings Attached
Soft sheets fluttered across my skin, and I moved involuntarily, following a sensual rhythm. It was as though I was reacting on instincts alone, moving withhim.
Him?
I opened my eyes, and although the room was plunged into darkness, Jack was visible. A shadowed outline thrusting slowly into me. I let out a tiny whimper as I slid my arms around his neck.
“I need you,” he growled as he pushed in deeper, his lips coming over mine in a kiss.
Our first kiss.
His beard was rough against my skin, and I loved it. Our tongues swirled around each other. I nipped at his lower lip, and he groaned. He slid his arms under my back, holding me close as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, fucking me in more ways than one. I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting his every thrust in need. He moved torturously slow, but it was so good. His cock stretched me, and soon enough, ripples of ecstasy flooded through me.
In one quick movement, he kneeled back, keeping my legs on his thighs as he pumped in and out faster. I lifted my ass, and he slammed into me harder. Despite the darkness, his eyes were visible, his gaze raking along my body as though he was trying to memorize every inch of me. I raised myself on my elbows, sliding off my tank top so I was fully naked. Like him. Together like this.
He grabbed my arms, pulling me to him. I straddled him, legs wrapped around him as we rocked back and forth. He licked at my lips, not taking his eyes off me as we continued fucking... no. This was different. We were making love. I cupped his face, arching to him as he thrust faster, slamming into me balls deep.
“Jack,” I moaned his name, and he kissed me harder.
He slid his hand between us and kneaded my breast. “Jill...you’re perfect,” he whispered, and my heart seemed to skip several beats. “So perfect for me.”
Without warning, he flipped us both, so I was under him again. He pulled out, and just as I begged him for more, he flipped me onto my stomach. Pressure tingled along my stomach as the mattress dipped, and he leaned close to my ear.
“Cross your ankles for me.”
I frowned, unsure why, but I did as he instructed, trusting him to know what I needed. To know what felt good. He spread my cheeks, and I panted against the pillow, goosebumps covering my skin. He pushed inside my wet opening again, sheathing himself in one thrust. With my legs crossed the way they were, his cock seemed to hit a different angle, and I cried out.
“Ah... Jack,” I screamed, arching back.
He pumped harder, barely pulling out anymore and just thrusting. His pelvis slammed against my ass, and I sucked in a sharp breath; it was still so sore from the day before. But that mixture of pain and pleasure brought me to the edge. I reached beneath me, rubbing at my clit as I convulsed around his cock.
He pumped in and out, then arched, crying out my name as he came inside me. Slumping down, he was careful not to put his full weight on me. His breathing was harsh and uneven as his lips tickled my ear. “My darling girl,” he whispered as he brushed my hair aside and kissed my cheek.
Tears burned my eyes as he pulled out, rolling to his side and gathering me into his arms. He leaned against his elbow, tracing a tear along my face. “Why are you crying?”
I shook my head and buried my face into his chest. “I’m fine,” I finally whispered. “It was...intense.”
He grasped my hand and brought my fingers to his mouth to kiss them. “I was watching you sleep, and I just...needed you. More than my lungs need air. And it was more than just for pleasure. I wanted you in a way I’ve never craved anything else in my life before.”
I blinked a few times, looking at him in silence. “What are...you saying?” I asked in a hushed voice.
“That, like it or not, you’remine.”
That didn’t sound too bad at all. “I like that.”
His gaze searched me for a second before he smirked. “You say that now...”
“Plan on trying to change my mind?” I asked with a grin.
“Oh, you’ll change it on your own eventually...” He actually sounded a bit sad, but the possession in his gaze never left.
I giggled as I traced a finger along his chest. “Wanna bet?” I grasped his cock, then lowered myself until I was at eye level with it. I brushed my lips against his shaft, and he let out a shallow breath. Knowing he was into the rougher stuff, I kneeled and clasped my hands behind my back, waiting. A growl resonated from him as he swung his legs off the bed and got to his feet.
“You want me to take control from you?” he asked in a deadly purr.
I approached the edge of the bed, then lay on my back, hanging my head over the mattress. Opening my mouth, I took a deep breath as I stared at his manhood; at this angle, it looked too big to properly fit. He grasped my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head, looming over me like the deadliest creature in the world.
His rigid shaft pushed past my lips, and he took deep, shuddering breaths as he pushed in. I gagged when his cock touched my uvula but swallowed against it, breathing in through my nose as best I could. Writhing against his grip, I struggled, but it just made him pump faster into my mouth. My pulse throbbed between my legs at his rough handling of me, tears running down the side of my face. I loved this. I’d fantasized about a man using me like this, and he was perfect.
He groaned in blissful agony, spilling himself down my throat as I swallowed every last drop of his cum. It was salty and reminded me of his scent but stronger. I closed my eyes, and when he pulled out, I smiled.
