Page 20 of Blood & Loyalties
Scraper held the door open for us, and I jumped when two men stood on either side of the door.
“No worries. They’re mine. Boys, follow close.”
They nodded as Jag placed his hand on the curve of my back, leading me to the car door.
I took a moment to look at the men. One was so huge I’d swear he was the Hulk. His arms were the biggest I’d ever seen, and I had no clue how the hell he was able to find a shirt to fit him. The other was much smaller yet definitely worked out. His blond hair shimmered, but his tight smile said he was anything other than happy. I named him Blondie.
“So you have guards, too?” Guards were only for those who had something to fear. I only had them because of my father. My brothers each had one that I knew of, and my mother had God knew how many. People under us, however, had no one. Therefore, the fact that he had two I could see piqued my interest, but that was atopic for another day.My pussy was on fire.
Once in the sleek black town car, I didn’t bother buckling my belt, and I raised the glass partition to block out Scraper. As soon as Jag sat, I hoisted my dress up to my knees and straddled him, my heat lining up with his crotch. Then I latched my lips to his and began grinding my hips on his already hard and straining cock. I loved the feel of him. His hands wrapped around my back, pulling me securely to him, though I was still able to move. The scent of lust in the car was going to make me explode.
He pinched my nipple through my dress hard, putting exactly the right amount of pressure in his touch. I screamed loudly, knowing Scraper was there, but he couldn’t hear much, and in that moment, I didn’t fucking care.
My hands moved all over Jag’s body, feeling every hard inch. There was no time spent exploring. My lust was too much.
“If you keep this up, I’m fucking you in this car,” he growled, pulling away for a breath.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” I smirked.
Never in my life had I been this reckless. With every other man I had been with, there had never been this combustible energy that consumed me. Never had a man made me feel this out of control. In that moment, all I cared about was his cock inside my pussy, filling me so completely I forgot my fucking name.
“You fucking asked for it.” His lips collided with mine so roughly our teeth clashed.
My hands made quick work of the buckle on his pants along with the zipper. He lifted his hips, and I slid them down just enough for his cock to spring free through the small opening.
I pulled away, looking at his throbbing dick. “Commando, huh? I thought guys only did that in porn.” I eyed him curiously.
“I fucking hate underwear.” His hand reached down to the scrap of fabric between my thighs that was soaking wet from my heat. He pulled hard, ripping it from my body. I gasped, more turned on just from that simple act. No man had ever done that before, never wanting me so badly he tore something away from my body just to get inside. “You shouldn’t wear them, either.” He smiled, lifting my hips as if I weighed nothing, and then plunged his cock so deep inside me I felt his balls bounce against my ass.
The pleasure to pain ratio was a bit unnerving, and I couldn’t tell at the moment which was winning. I tried closing my eyes and taking a calming breath, but the air didn’t want to come. I was panting as if I had run a 5K marathon. Fuck, he was big.
“You feel so fucking good,dolcezza.”
All I could feel was him, every inch of him inside me. All I knew in that moment was him. Our lips melded together and I rode him up and down like the fucking stallion he seemed to be. He didn’t let me have control long as his upward thrusts hit that much needed spot inside me, the one that some men couldn’t hit because of their lack of length. Not him. He had no problem at all.
The swirling inferno inside me built and built with each solid thrust of his hips. The sensations from his long, thick, and demanding cock were amazing with each swivel of his hips. He knew exactly where he was hitting inside my body.
His finger circled my clit, each stroke sending me closer to the edge. Everything around me was too much, too overwhelming. I felt as if I would explode right out of my body.
“Let me have it. Give it to me.”
I was set off, not from his words, but from the swirling fire inside of me. Explosions of colors danced behind my closed eyelids as I threw my head back and let him guide my hips, unable to move as I savored my release. Sounds I didn’t even know I could make escaped my lips in a mad rush as Jag continued to pump inside of me harder and harder. I was lost as I grabbed his shoulders to hold myself up while I felt my body droop, exhaustion attempting to claim me.
“We’re not done yet. Better wake up,” he said, giving a powerful thrust up.
My eyes sprang open, wide, and a sharp gasp left my body. I had no idea what the hell he had hit up there, but I wanted it again. Now.
As if reading my mind, he pelted me as I hoisted myself up on my knees to give him a bit more room. He didn’t relent, and I didn’t move much. The poundings felt like it went deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Again,” he barked.
My eyes flared. I didn’t think I could. IknewI couldn’t. I never had before. However, he moved hard, pinching my nipple to the point of pain, and I imploded, stars dancing behind my eyes as breathing became non-existent.
After a few more thrusts, Jag grew even larger inside me, stretching me farther. That’s when I felt it. His hot liquid flooded my walls, marking me from the inside. I should have been concerned, and when morning hit, I would be. At that moment, though, I simply fell into him, spent and unmoving, as his arms wrapped around my body. The way he held me was unbelievably, tender and comforting.
I must have closed my eyes and drifted off because the next thing I remembered was Jag’s mesmerizing voice saying, “Catarina.” Hands stroked through my hair. “Dolcezza, as much as I’d love to carry you in, my dick is still inside of you, baby.”
My head popped up, and I looked down at the man underneath me as my pulse started racing again.
