Page 71 of For Wrath and Redemption
She nods. “Yes. I have.”
“You’re such a fucking good girl.” I swipe the head of my cock through her pussy lips, and then I slowly push inside.
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CLAIRE
I stretchand mold around him.
The most exquisite kind of pain.
But he’s gentle, just like he said he’d be. He’s careful with me. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be soft while also being rough.
I didn’t know I could feel so safe, so respected, sobeautiful, while being used. I want to chase those feelings. I want to capture them. Beautiful. Respected. Safe. I want to please him just so I can keep them. So I can feel these things for as long as possible.
I’ve never been with a man like this. He’s commanding and forceful andfilthybut still so very gentle.
I don’t have time to piece together the puzzle that is Jonah Hendrix.
I barely have the brain capacity to feel anything other than extreme, debilitating euphoria as he slides in and out of me. Each time, he sinks a little deeper, stretching me a little farther. It feels...
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, Claire.”
Jonah groans, then puts his hands on my pelvis and uses his thumbs to spread my pussy lips wider. I can feel the extra stretch, his thumbs and his cock reshaping me both outside and in. He spits on my pussy and rubs it into me, onto his cock. He slides his spit over my throbbing clit, and I cry out. A high-pitched, wailing sound. I sound absolutely inhuman. I’ll never recover from this. I’d be embarrassed if I could think straight.
“Look at you. You just keep taking me. God, you’re fucking greedy for me. You just keep sucking me deeper.”
I can’t handle it. I can’t handle him. I’m going to explode.
“You’re driving me mad,” I rasp out, and he laughs.
“You have no fucking idea.”
Suddenly, he’s hovering over me, my breasts pressed to his sweaty, tattooed chest, and he’s kissing me. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth in time with his cock thrusting into my pussy. It’s too much. There’s no room left, yet I want more. I want more, but he pulls away every time I try to take control.
I sink my hands into his blond hair and pull at the root.
“Stop making me chase you,” I pant against his mouth.
“But I like you like this.”
He tries to pull away again, but I take his lower lip between my teeth and bite. He groans and starts to pump faster.
“Fuck, I really like you like this.”
He crooks his hips to the side and hits a different spot inside me. It makes me cry out and clutch at him.
“Baby, did I just find your sweet spot?”
I move my hips with his, hitting that spot again and again.
“I fucking did, didn’t I? You’re the one in trouble now, Davis.” He fucks me harder, and I groan, low and desperate. My chest vibrates with it, and he growls. “You’re in so much fucking trouble. You’ll never fucking forget me.”
His words flutter in and out of my head briefly. I register them, clock the strangeness of his tone, but then it disappears. It’s gone the moment he presses my thighs together and shoves them against my chest.
“Oh my fuck, Jonah.”
“That’s right. Say it again.”
