Page 87 of Despite It All
To save me from my own self-destruction, Jett captures my lips with his. His hands slide off my cheeks, one goes to my hips and the other to my throat. His grip for both hands tighten as he backs me up against some old lockers.
As his tongue claims my mouth, his hold doesn’t lesson, even when he leans back just enough to speak. “It’simportant to me that you understand what I said, Wyla. You don’t have to say it back to me, it won’t change how I feel about you in the slightest. But just know that right now, I am about to fuck you in a way that might seem a little contradictory.”
I swallow that lump in my throat. Staring deep into his deep blue eyes, I whisper, “Good.”
With a slightly tighter grip on my throat he kisses me again. It’s beyond demanding, it’s dominating. His hand does let go after a few passes of his tongue and starts to undo my shorts.
As he slides them down, he gets on one knee and runs his tongue through my center like he did with my breast earlier.
I’m so fucking turned on that even that little touch makes my knees want to wobble.
“You’re soaked, Wy.” He takes his middle finger and rubs small circles around my clit. I try to spread my legs the best I can with my shorts still around my ankles. “So eager, but I want this pussy dripping for me.”
He slides his finger down, then turns his hand to push two fingers inside.
“Fuck, Jett. That feels good.”
“What about this?” He pumps two more times, then one finger slides out to push against my ass.
This time, my knees threaten to give out entirely, but all that does is add pressure on Jett’s hand. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Each curse is punctuated by his fingers.
“That’s my girl.” His hand pulls out and stands up. I almost want to protest but he commands, “Open.”
My mouth parts slightly without even thinking as the finger that was inside of me touches my bottom lip.
“Suck.”
I wrap my lips around his finger, tasting myself on him.
I can practically see fire in his eyes when he says, “Good girl.”
I flick my tongue against the base of his finger like I would if I was sucking his dick and it elicits a low growl as he pulls out his finger.
His hands grip my hips, turning me with equal amounts of force and care so I don’t trip over my shorts. I’d really like to take them off, but I also don’t want to slow any of this down.
He picks me up for a second stepping back. My back flush against his chest he whispers in my ear, “Bend over, baby girl. Put those hands on the locker.”
I bite my lip debating if I should say it or not but ultimately, I enjoy being a little bratty with him. “Yes, daddy.”
In a second one arm wraps around my waist and the other is pushing me forward to bend me over. “Woman, you drive me insane. Get those hands up.”
I put my hands up as he drops his shorts and lines himself up. He doesn’t go slow, nor do his thrusts carry any hint of holding back as he slams into me.
That tightening in my core only grows as his hands grip my hips hard. Suddenly, I feel something wet and warm sliding from my ass to where we’re connected. Did he spit on me?
“Think you’re funny with your little daddy jokes, Wy?” He slides one hand to my ass and places his thumb over the only place I’ve only ever let him touch and I push back against him. “Such a greedy girl. Don’t think I forgot how much you enjoy this.”
He spits again then replaces his thumb with his finger and slides it in just enough to tease me. “Fuck. I enjoy everything with you.”
My words seem barely comprehensible to me, but Jett growls, sliding his finger in and out going further in each time while maintaining this brutal pace.
“Right now, you need to come unless you want someone walking in and seeing you like this?”
I want to respond but I’m on the fucking edge. I can feel the start of the orgasm teasing me, I just need…
Jett’s other hand takes a fist full of my hair, pulling back. “As much as I like you calling me daddy, this time when you come, scream my fucking name so anyone who can hear knows who you belong to.”
Yup. That'll do it.
