Page 108 of Jagged Line Paradise

“Yes.” My body jolts with pleasure at his words and I sink, slipping farther beneath him.

“Then I’m not gonna stop fucking you until you come. Does that sound good, beautiful?” He lifts just enough to look down at me, his hand brushing hair away from my face. “I’m gonna make your soul shatter around my cock.”

Holy wow.

His sexual confidence is overwhelming, and fuck, it feels good.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He frees me, unhinges me, loosens me, makes me forget there’s a big bad world out there outside this...this cage.

I haven’t unleashed a beast within him, I’ve tamed it, joined it in its cage to feed it, fuel it, satisfy it. And it doesn’t scare me anymore because I know I can leave. I can stop this and leave whenever I want to. I just don’t ever want to.

“Please,” is all I can manage to say in response on a tattered breath.

He grins at me with a crooked smile and that’s nearly enough to do me in. “Please? Is that all you have to say to me?” He pulls out and slams back in. “Dime que lo quieres. Dime que lo necesitas.”

Tellme you want it. Tell me you need it.

“Loquiero,”I tell him as he thrusts. “Lo necesito.”

“Diosmío.” Light flickers across his dark eyes as he looks down at me with a stomach-twisting combination of pure lust and sweet love.

“Hurt me,” I tell him, and I don’t know exactly why. “Make me come while you hurt me.”

His eyes flash and his hand snaps to my chin, pinching it tight in his hand with a bruising grip. He tilts my face and continues to pound into me, adjusting his angle. He drives upward and hits my G-spot, making me jolt at the sensation.

“Open your mouth.” I let my lips part. “Wider,” he insists, and I obey. He leans down over me. “Now stick out your tongue.”

I whimper at the way that drives pleasure to my core. As soon as I stick out my tongue, he bends close, and then he spits into my mouth. I gasp, pull my tongue in quick, and clamp my lips shut, but he just smirks and pinches my chin harder. His other hand taps my cheek with a small slap and my eyes snap wide.

“Swallow that down now, filthy girl. Then tell me how it tastes.”

I swallow. I should probably feel degraded and disgusted by that, but I’m hopelessly turned-on by it.

He’s right.

Individually, we’re sexually broken.

Together, we’re one complete filthy piece.

“It tastes like you,” I tell him and his eyes flash with need.

He slams his lips on mine and kisses me, pouring love and desire into the fevered connection. He lets go of my chin to squeeze my breast and I moan into his lips as he kneads the swollen mound.

Then he sits up and pulls out, leaving me empty without warning. He grabs my hips and pushes me off the seat to my knees on the floor, sliding over to sit on the seat as close to the door as he can. I twist my seatbelt-bound wrists so my hands reach out and above me and I shift to settle on my knees, thinking he’s going to make me take him inside my mouth. I lick my lips and move in close so I can give him what he wants, but he grips my chin and forces my head up.

“Climb on my lap, sunshine.”

Breath rushes from my lungs in my haste to oblige him. He grips my hips as I maneuver to straddle him on the seat. I can bend my elbows, though my wrists are still trapped in the seatbelt off to the side. I tug and my hands slip a fraction of an inch through the loops of fabric.

He grabs the neckline of my dress and the top of my bra and tugs down, exposing me and forcing the underwire beneath to claw into my skin. I whimper as his lips kiss from the center of my chest and across the mound of my left breast. Then he sinks his teeth into my flesh with painful pressure and I yelp. He soothes the pain with his tongue, running a circle around the spot, and the contrast from the pain is perfect.

I tug on my wrists and they budge a little more; I tug again and they’re slipping free. But when his tongue finds my nipple and swirls around the peak, I’m glad I’m still held up by the seatbelt—my back arches, my head falls back, and I might’ve just tumbled backward off his lap if I weren’t already held up.

“Andrés!”

His hands slip around my back to support my weight as I freefall through pure pleasure, as I find his rock-hard cock with my grinding hips and angle for him to slip inside. He sucks on the hardened peak, letting his teeth scrape and tug as I sit on his lap and take him all the way inside me.

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