Page 58 of Hale's Pawn
Jagger stands with Karessa, making her face Oran. Oran nuzzles her neck as he takes over playing with her clit while Jagger pulls her head back further and kisses her silly. Karessa moans as Oran plays with her nipple. I watch because it’s hot and I could watch through the whole thing. Jagger pulls away from kissing her and he turns his gaze on me. He smirks as he saunters my way. There’s a bowl there with condoms. He grabs a couple and faces Oran. “Here, asshole. No fucking raw.”
Oran snorts as he stops teasing Karessa, who is now on top of him. She’s not riding him yet, just straddling him. “I’m not a fucking idiot.” Jagger flips him off and throws some condoms his way. Oran catches them all at the same time in one of his hands. He looks at me and winks.
I smile at him but stop when Jagger fists my hair and pulls me up. “Hello, little asshole. You’ve finally got a chance to do what you’ve always wanted to do with me.”
I smirk and roll my eyes but that’s short lived as Jagger pushes me back on the couch. He looks like he wants a fight but then the look disappears from his eyes. He slips the condom onto his already hardened dick. Jagger lowers himself down, not even bothering with pleasantries. He repositions me on the couch and leans down to bite my chin. I moan at how sexually charged the air is. Jagger lightly nips down my body and pulls a nipple into his mouth. I moan, throwing my head back. The feel of his fingers on my clit almost makes me cum, he’s applying just enough pressure, but he isn’t giving me what I want.
“If you’re going to play with me, then get the fuck off me,” I say with anger laced through my words.
“Hmmm… or what?” he teases as he positions himself on top of me.
“I’ll kill you.”
I feel Jagger at my entrance. “You promise?” He pushes all the way in and I gasp, losing my breath. Jagger groans. “So fucking…” Jagger grabs my wrists, placing them over my head with one hand and with the other, he lifts my leg up some more.
Jagger fucks me like he hates me, but, dear God, my body loves it and each time, when I think I’m getting closer to cumming, I don’t. I shut my eyes, trying to concentrate on cumming, but the fact that I can’t do it myself makes me want to get up and choke the fuck out of my husband. I moan at the deep strokes that have my entire body trembling and so close,yet I can’t achieve what I want. Jagger fucks me harder and I feel delirious. So close to losing my fucking mind.
Jagger sucks on my earlobe. “Thank you for this,” he says.
“Fuck you,” I grit through my teeth.
“Look at me.” There’s a tone to his words, so I instantly open my eyes.
I look at Jagger as he slows his strokes and it’s a peaceful kind of sex. He lets go of my leg and grabs each wrist as he moves in closer. Jagger kisses me, making me forget that I’m on punishment once again. We don’t kiss like we’re lovers, we kiss like we are sworn enemies and this is how it will always be. Our tongues are at war and there will never be a time where it isn’t. Jagger stops kissing me and we watch each other as he shows me why his name is Jagger.
Without a warning, Jagger sits up and takes me along with him. He tells me with his eyes to ride him. I shudder as Jagger stands up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I feel as Oran comes up right behind me. I feel his fingers in my hair and he pulls my head back harshly, gripping my neck. I hiss and my body loves it. Oran’s other hand dips down and teases my nipple as Jagger fucks me standing up. “Play with yourself, Karessa. Show me what the fuck you’ve always wanted to show me. Show me your pussy.”
“Do it, sweet baby, show him. Let him see how wet you can get,” Jagger says to her as he fucks me harder.
“Oh God…” I can’t hold it in.
Oran tugs even harder, the pain shooting to my toes. “God isn’t here. I am.” It’s funny because he’s not fucking me, Jagger is, but I feel Oran everywhere. I feel Oran near my ear. He bites it, then lets go, “Show me how you’d ride him, Ainslee. Show him how much your pussy gushes, baby.” Oran nips at my shoulder, slaps my ass hard, and then he’s gone. Jagger moves to the couch and we sit. Jagger slips out of me and turns me away from him. He slips in roughly and I begin riding him reverse cowgirl style. I position my hands on his knees as I look at Oran. As Karessa rides him, Oran makes eye contact with me. I take in all his features. He bites his bottom lip as he grips Karessa’s ass in the palm of his hands and takes her a bit rougher. Jagger’s hands slip into my hair and he tugs so hard, I feel like some of the strands of my hair are pulled out. “Is this all you’ve got, Ainslee? That’s it?” he taunts me.
“Let me show you then,” I say to him, gritting my teeth.
Jagger pulls all the way out and then turns me to face him. I reposition myself and slowly take him in. My body shivers as my nails dig into his skin and Jagger hisses but his dick twitches. I begin riding him again and he groans. “Harder,” he grunts.
I do as I’m instructed, I bounce harder and find my hands at his throat. I look down at Jagger, whose eyes are on me. He gives me a look and I tighten my hold on his throat. This tips Jagger off and he grabs my hips, taking over. Jagger shows me what he means by harder and I’m so close… so damned close then he sits up again laying me on my back. “Your husband said no cumming for you but, fuck, this is worth me being both good to you for the rest of the honeymoon and having him side eye me for a little bit tonight.” Jagger winks at me.
I laugh but it’s cut short as his strokes not only deepen, but get harder. Almost borderline painful, then as I’m almost all the way to the end, Jagger stops. He slows and I cum, but it’s not like how it would’ve been or rather could be. He slips out of me, causing my body to shudder, then he slips back in roughly. I moan, throwing my head back. He fucks me some more, giving me soft strokes and rough ones, then he sighs. Jagger grabs my jaw and looks at me. “The present that you wanted for Oran,” he whispers. “I’ll help you. He’ll love it. ” He bites my chin and lets me go completely. He slips out and my body reacts, “And thank you for this,” Jagger says and I shut my eyes.
He lets me go but I can’t open my eyes because I feel like I’m almost off the edge. This is so... I need more. This is too little and too much. I hear more groans and I open my legs, ready to make myself cum. I feel as my wrists are captured and put over my head again. I whimper because if I open my eyes and I look into my man’s eyes, I’m going to lose my shit. “Open your eyes, Ainslee…” Oran taunts me. “Look at your husband cum without you while you can’t. You don’t fucking listen, do you? You can’t make yourself cum either.” I open my eyes at the same moment Oran removes his condom, discarding it somewhere. He slips inside of me, taking me just as hard as Jagger did, and he cums inside of me.
This is the final straw and the tears finally slip out. Oran leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back just as hard, not caring about a damn thing at all. He pulls out slowly and stands. My eyes pop open. He tries to touch me and I shift. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I grit through my teeth, still feeling delirious as hell.
Oran simply scoops me up in his arms and leads me to our bedroom. “Next time, you won’t treat me like a fucking stalker looking for the woman that’s his.” Once we get upstairs, Oran lets me out of his arms, but when I try to walk away, he pulls me back to him. “Fucking kiss me, Ainslee,” he demands.
My arousal is back by a thousand percent. Oran sinks his fingers into my hair, which is reverting back to its curly state. He wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me up his body. He kisses me. His tongue mimics the way he eats me out. I shudder as he captures my tongue, sucking hard on it. I moan and I know all he has to do is touch me and I’d cum. He pulls away. “Lets go to bed, long day tomorrow.”
He lets me down and I growl at him. “I’m going to shower!” I say as I storm off.
“Come back to me so I can play with your pussy before I sleep,” Oran says, chuckling like Lucifer’s fucking son himself. “I love you,” he says to me.
I turn back and look at him. “I love you too,” I grit through my teeth.
In the shower,I make myself cum but it’s fucking subpar, which makes me angrier than I need to be. I want to shout but I am going to act real mature about this. I can handle punishments, or so I think…
“What are you doing out here?” Mikonos asks me while I lay in the hammock with a light cover. He places another blanket over me as he settles into the other hammock by me.
