Page 69 of Jagger
“Use me,” Jagger urges suddenly, his hands on my hips. “Fucking use me, Molly.”
I don’t want to use him; I don’t want to hurt him.
“No,” I whisper, my hands lacing around the back of his neck. “I won’t.”
“Molly…” Jagger’s voice cracks as I hold him. “I don’t deserve you.”
Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he does. I don’t know; all I know is that I want him to fucking kiss me like he did in that basement. If he kisses me and I feel nothing, I can leave.
“Just fucking kiss me, Jagger!”
His beautiful eyes meet mine as he nods, reaching up to bury his hand in my hair, a soft groan leaving his lips. He’s trembling, but he’s going to kiss me. Softly at first, his lips graze across mine, and a moan escapes me. A moan of deep need. I wait for flashbacks, anything, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his scent and his apologies as he dots kisses around my mouth.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
I move my mouth to capture his, and this time, he doesn’t hold back. Both hands hold the back of my head as he inhales me, his tongue following my lead as I explore his mouth. There’s an urgency that scares me, and I prepare for his hands to move to my ass, but they don’t. He’s focused on my mouth, my hair…
“Molly,” he whispers, breaking away until I drag him back to me. I want urgency. I want it all, but I can’t. Not with him, not yet, but I’m pushing him, dragging him to me.
I can’t stop. I want to fuck him on my terms, how I want. I want him tied up. I want him to know how it feels. I’ve had sex so many times since Jagger raped me, yet this feels…like I’ve never been touched by him.
I can feel his hardness. I reach down, gripping it as he tries to stop me, his hand reaching for my wrist.
“Let me,” I beg, but he shakes his head.
“No, we can’t, it’s not right?—”
I yank my pants down and claw at my top, leaving me standing in front of him naked.
Bare.
“Don’t you want this?” I wave a hand at my naked body, and he chokes on tears that are spilling down his cheeks. “Don’t you?”
I straddle him again, and he doesn’t fight me when I yank his dick from his pants. Why shouldn’t this be how it is?
“Molly, for fucks sake, listen to me!” Jagger grips my wrists and holds me in place, our breathing ragged. “You don’t want this.”
“I do. I want to take what I want, how I want it, and you’re going to give it to me.”
I’m naked, and he’s saying no?
Fuck this.
“Jagger?” I stare at him, my chest heaving. “Fuck me.”
He shakes his head and looks at me with a fire in his eyes that makes me question my words.
Is this what I want?
“You want this?” Jagger demands, fisting his dick. “Then take it. You do it, Molly.”
Then he leans back on his palms, watching me with bated breath. The sight of him watching me like this makes me deliriously needy. I don’t think twice before I slide him into me, my fingers guiding him in as I gasp.
He throws his head back and bites his lip, his eyes closed.
“Look at me, I need you to look at me,” I beg.
He fills me completely, and I inhale, tightening around him as he finally opens his eyes to look at me.
