Page 76 of Hymns of the Broken
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Want to cum all over my hand like a good girl?”
“Yes—Jasper, please, I need it, I—”
He cuts me off with a brutal kiss, biting my lip, then sinks to his knees, spins me around, throws both legs over his shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs. His tongue is everywhere—licking and sucking. He fucks me with his tongue, his fingers driving up into me, stretching me wide, merciless and rough.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet. This pussy’s mine, you understand?” His voice is thick and filthy against my skin.
I’m sobbing, shaking, clinging to the tile, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Please, Jasper, please, I need to cum—please—”
He lets out a vicious laugh against my cunt. “Not yet. You cum when I say. Good girls wait for their reward. Bad girls get left wanting. Which are you, Sawyer?”
He sucks hard, fingers pounding inside me, and he doesn’t let up until my orgasm hits like a fucking freight train—body convulsing, screaming his name, ruined for anyone but him. He keeps going, mouth and hands everywhere, licking up every drop, making me cum again and again until I can’t stand, can’t think, can only beg.
He stands, cock hard and dripping, lifts me up, pins me to the wall, eyes black, smile vicious. “That’s my good girl. Now you’re ready to take every fucking inch of me.”
He rubs the head of his cock against me and then slams inside, his grip bruising on my hips as my back smacks against the tile. “Take it. Every inch. You’re gonna feel me for days.” Jasper snarls in my ear. His hips snap up, his cock stretching me, filling me so deep it hurts—hurts so fucking good I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only moan for him. “Fuck, Sawyer—you’re soaked for me.”
“Say it, baby,” he growls, hand coming up to wrap around my throat—controlling. “Say who owns this pussy. Say who makes you fall apart.”
“You do—Jasper, fuck, you—”
He tightens his hold, grinding into me, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. “Louder. I want the whole damn fucking floor to know who’s making you scream.”
“I’m yours! All yours—” My words dissolve into gasps, body shuddering as he drives me up, pinning me between his chest and the wall, rutting into me like he’ll never get enough.
He bends down, teeth scraping the shell of my ear. “That’s right, Sawyer. All fucking mine. No one’s ever going to touch you like this. No one’s ever going to hear youbeg but me.”
I’m writhing, mindless, every nerve ending lit up as he fucks me raw, water beating down over us, steam rising, his breath hot on my skin. His lips find my shoulder, sucking hard.
He pulls out suddenly, turning me around, bending me over, hands splayed across my ass. He slides back in, so deep I scream, his cock hitting that spot that makes me see stars. He pounds into me, each thrust a filthy claim, each word darker than the last.
“You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you, baby? Open up and take it, my good girl. My dirty little sin.”
His fingers find my clit, rubbing hard, fast, matching the relentless pace of his hips. “Cum for me. Now. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
I shatter, crying out his name, body clenching around him so tight he snarls, hips stuttering as he lets go, spilling inside me until he’s wrung every tremor from my body.
He collapses against my back, breath hot on my neck, both of us shaking, ruined, marked. He kisses my shoulder, soft now. “Look at you, baby. Fucking perfect.”
He pulls me close, holding me up as my legs threaten to give out, lips pressing to my temple, his hand still wrapped possessively around my waist. “I’ll never let you forget who you belong to.”
And in that moment, I don’t want to.
Jasper’s hands gentled, sliding from my throat to my waist, his mouth ghosting kisses over my shoulder—soft now, almost apologetic for how hard he just took me.
He stays like that for a minute, arms wrapped around me, letting our heartbeats fall back into sync. When my knees threaten to give, he scoops me up, sets me on the counter, and dries me off. Then, he once again scoops me up and carries me to bed. He tucks the comforter up around me, climbing in right behind me, pulling me flush against his chest.
His voiceis almost hesitant as he tugs me closer. “You good, Trouble? Wasn’t too much?” His fingers brush the side of my face, searching for any sign I’m not okay.
I nuzzle closer, chasing his warmth. “I’m good. More than good.”
He lets out a breath—relieved, happy, so real it almost hurts. “Yeah? You sure?” He kisses my temple, thumb tracing lazy circles over my hip. “You gotta tell me. Anything you need. Anything you want.”
I turn, pressing my face to his neck, inhaling his scent. “Just you.”
He chuckles, burying his face in my hair. “I’ve got you, baby. Not letting you go.” He rubs my back, soothing away the tremors, kissing every inch of skin he can reach—forehead, cheek, jaw, shoulder. “No one’s ever made me feel like this.”
His hand tangles with mine under the covers, holding tight. For a long time, we lay there, tangled up in each other, the world outside fading away. Just his arms, his heartbeat, the way he tucks me closer like he can shield me from everything.
