Page 65 of Taking Jenny
Gods, I wanted to bury myself all the way inside her.
But I held her hips tight and kept my thrusts shallow. Half my length, no more. It took everything I had not to go deeper, especially when she started rocking back into me.
“Careful, Jen,” I warned, breath ragged.
“Go deeper,” she begged. “I know you can.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Make it hurt.”
Fuck.I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as the urge to take over roared through me. I gave her another inch on the next thrust. Her moan turned sharp—half pleasure, half yelp.
I pulled back instantly. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop!”
So I didn’t. I fucked her deeper with each stroke, giving her more of me until I hit a wall inside her.
“Fuck!” she cried out. “Too deep!”
“Can’t handle it?” I teased.
“No!” she whined. “But I want it.”
“Make up your mind.” I smacked her ass, hard enough to sting.
She laughed breathlessly. “I don’t think I can.”
I yanked out of her, scooped her up, and carried her to the headboard. I positioned her on her knees, hands braced at the top of the frame. I dragged her hips back into place and growled in her ear, “Brace yourself.”
Then I drove in deep—fast and rough.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she snarled.
I pounded into her hard, one arm over her breasts, the other tangled in her hair. Her body snapped back against mine with every thrust, her moans ragged, filthy, perfect. I loved holding her like this—controlling the rhythm, making her take it. Being with Jenny unleashed something primitive inside of me I had never expressed before. A will to dominate.
She cried out between curses. “Making me come—”
I already knew because I felt it. Her pussy clamped down around me, her entire body trembling. “Do it,” I growled. “Come for me.”
She screamed wordlessly, her climax wracking her violently as the early morning sunslight glowed near her hands at the top of the headboard, as if the suns wanted to hold her hands while she came. In that moment, I imagined Mal behind me—hands on hers, holding her still while I fucked her through it.
“Fuck!” I howled and came inside her, hard and fast. My body jolted with the force of it, driving into her in uneven strokes as the orgasm ripped through me. When we collapsed, breathless and spent, I could feel my release leaking between us.
She murmured, “We made a mess.”
I looked around, too blissed-out to care. “Whoever has to clean this up…I hope Mal pays them well.”
She giggled, warm and drowsy. “Yeah. Me too.” Then she smiled at me, eyes still half-lidded. “Breakfast?”
“Oh yeah.”
We showered and changed and headed out to find the others, chasing the promise of coffee and fresh rannat buns. But when we arrived out on the terrace, all four of them looked grim and I could feel the tension in the air. Even Rhonda was still coiled up on Longshot’s shoulder, though that may have been Mal’s doing.
Jenny, clearly feeling the shift, too, asked, “What’s wrong now?”
The others looked at Mal and he finally said, “I’ve been called to council.”
