Page 64 of Tricked By Jack
Her body obeys even if her mind resists—back arching, thighs trembling, a cry tearing from her throat as she breaks apart. I groan into her as I feel every clench around my fingers, every contraction milking my hand.
I don’t stop when she comes; I push her higher, dragging her through one orgasm into the next, curling my fingers deeper as I pump her ass in ruthless counterpoint. She’s sobbing, shoving weaklyat my head, but her body betrays her—clenching, pulsing, milking me for more even as she shakes apart.
I rise up on my elbows, watching her face as she comes down—cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted with rapid breaths. Something dangerous and possessive claws through my chest at the sight. This is mine now. This unguarded moment when all her walls have crumbled.
“Beautiful,” I growl, licking her wetness from my lips before pressing a final kiss to her thigh.
Then I stretch out beside her in the cage, chest heaving, cock painfully hard. I don’t touch myself—I just listen to her gasped breaths, knowing her pleasure belongs to me. But then she stirs, eyes flicking to the bulge straining my jeans.
Without speaking, Eve moves and slides one leg over my hips until she’s straddling me. My cock throbs under her weight, and I groan, the sound torn out of me as she grinds down. Her hands work at my fly with clumsy urgency.
“I want these off,” she complains, tugging denim and zipper until I help her shove them down just enough to free me.
With my jeans and boxer briefs gone, she places her hands on the scar on flesh. “This is your ruin,” she whispers, gray eyes burning into mine. “And I want it.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?” I rasp as she sits up, pulling my own tee from her body until she’s naked and pressed to my chest.
She hovers for a heartbeat, staring into my eyes like she’s daring me to stop her. I don’t. I grip her hips instead, steadying her as she sinks onto my cock in one long, trembling push.
“I can handle everything you have to offer,” she purrs.
“Fuck,” I grunt, head falling back against the floor as her tight heat clamps around me. She moans, nails digging into my shoulders for balance.
The pace is hers at first, shallow and testing, but I don’t let it stay that way. My hands tighten, dragging her down harder, forcing her to take me to the base. She gasps, body jerking, but she doesn’t stop.
Eve’s hair sticks damp to her cheeks as she ridesme, sweat running down her neck, her mouth spilling ragged moans that sound like she’s breaking open. For a second I just lie there, stunned—watching my captive fuck herself on my rigid length like she’s starving for it. My cock twitches inside her, and I nearly lose it just from the sight.
“Fuck, Jack,” she cries, riding harder, nails clawing down my chest hard enough to break skin. “Your cock… fuck… your cock feels so fucking good. I can feel every stud inside me.”
Blood wells in the fresh scratches, hot against the sweat slicking my torso. Eve dips her head, dragging her tongue over the marks she just carved, licking me raw before she straightens and keeps riding, eyes wild and unashamed.
“Say it again,” I snarl, twisting her nipple until she cries out. “Tell me how good my cock feels inside you.”
She grins wickedly. “You know… oh…” My Little Bride cuts herself off and throws her head back, moaning loudly.
I grip her hips tighter. “That’s it.” My cock twitches inside her tight cunt, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment as I stave off the orgasm. I’m not ready to nut yet.
She hovers just above my lips, taunting me with her breath, then crashes down. The kiss is filthy—teeth, tongue, spit—a battle and a surrender all at once. She bites my lip until I taste blood, the copper flooding both our mouths as it mingles with spit.
Then she pulls back suddenly, still impaled on my cock, and lets her mouth fall open. Bloody saliva drips down her chin, trailing over her throat, streaking her breasts.
My cock jerks violently at the sight. I rear up and drag my tongue down her chest to lap the crimson trail like it’s mine to claim. When I crash my mouth back to hers, I taste my blood on her tongue and groan her name into the kiss.
“Eve.” A prayer. A fucking curse.
I don’t know what’s come over her, if she’s too horny to care or if she’s claiming me. Either way, it doesn’t matter. She’smine, and my blood is inside her from the kiss.
“Jack,” she pants against my mouth, desperation edging her tone. “Play with my ass again.”
Her pussy clenches around me as she begs, and I understand. My hand slides down, slick fingers pressing to her other hole, teasing, circling until I shove a finger inside as she rides me.
Her scream tears into my mouth, swallowed by the kiss as her whole body jerks between my cock and my finger. She’s trembling so hard it feels like she’s trying to shake me out of her, but she can’t—I’m buried too deep, in too many places.
I groan into her mouth, the vibration rumbling through both of us. “That’s it. Take it, Little Bride.” She claws at me, hips pumping wild and reckless, using me as much as I use her. My cock pistons into her pussy while my finger works her ass, stretching her until she’s trembling uncontrollably.
Her whole body bows as she screams, “I’m coming!” Her pussy clamps down so hard on my cock I almost black out, while her ass strangles my finger.
She’s clenching, milking, shattering in my arms, and I fucking praise it with a guttural command. “That’s it, squeeze me, milk me, take every drop.”
