Page 32 of Roots of the Wicked

Her slight movement when she managed to lean in closer forced me to release a strained groan. “Tell me how much you like me fucking you.”

“I like…love you fucking me. Shit!” I yelled at her faster movements. I was cushioned in enough pleasure that she must have induced some sort of mind control over me.

“Don’t stop!” I yelled. “Shit!”

The harmonic tones of my moans of pleasure mingled with her chorus of cries, filling the air in the room with a sinful song of our gratitude.

Her hips rotated faster, causing my eyes to roll to the top of my head. I cupped one of her full tits, my thumb brushing the piercing there. “Yes, Chase,” she groaned, stirring our desire faster, allowing me to burrow even deeper into her wet heat.

“So good,” I forced out, knowing she knew what she was doing. I teetered on the cusp of coming and was unable to hold in the outburst of my words of appreciation as uninhibited pleasure took possession of me.

“Aww! Fuck that feels good!” I shouted between ragged breaths.

She convulsed around me when she came, moaning loudly through the devastating impact with tightly shut eyes and a shivering body.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled as she continued to rock her tightness around my dick, enveloping it in delicious heat and friction. She knew that she was riding me to the edge of madness. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came so hard I swore stars floated around my head. I kept coming and she kept riding me as cycles of pleasure crashed through me so long and hard I suffocated on it. I spilled so much come, it had to have saturated the condom and was leaking out.

My orgasm subsided, lessening in its intensity, releasing me from its euphoric trance at its own pace. She eased off me, removed the condom, and cleaned me with a soft wet towel before adding the light strokes of her tempting tongue. She wasn’t going to allow me any recovery time. The sight of my dick, still hard for her surprised me. She adjusted her waving tongue so that the tip massaged the sensitive head.

What started as a bundle of intense sensitivity, was being turned into an aching need that left me in chest-heaving open-mouthed awe. I thought my dick had been on the verge of dying, but she had resuscitated it with her special mix of pleasure.

Her amazing tongue action, and throat clenching depth was like nothing I had experienced. The sight of me disappearing into her mouth and the feel of me sliding across her tongue caused one of my leg to shake involuntarily. The extra spark of hardness from her lip piercing added a unique spice that placed this sexual episode some place in the stratosphere. My muscles twitched and tightened with every mind-blowing stroke. Right before I was set to explode in her mouth, she glanced right at me, and I came watching her swallow my essence with pleasure in her gaze.

After retrieving another condom for the next round, she slid down my condom wrapped dick, her pussy so warm and velvety-tight, the pleasure drove me crazy as I buzzed from excitement. I had never been shoved this far down the sexual rabbit hole, where reality and fantasy blended enough to make you think you were truly losing your mind.

This round took longer, and I was more sensitive, but feeling her swirling and wrapping me in all that pleasure, snatched my mind. She was driving me insane, and one of two scenarios were bound to happen: I would pass out or fly off the rails where I would forget how to walk or talk. Every muscle ached, as they were overworked and fatigued, not used to being push this far.

Insanity was calling and I must have answered. Was her tattoo moving? The vine grew around her, the thorns moving along her body as she continued to ride me into a blissful death. Had I been drugged? She rode me hard and fast, and my stiff dick kept charging on like a revved car engine. The urge to come was so strong from the pressing intensity Jax drove into me, it was almost too much.

A series of shutters hit so hard, I felt myself hitting full meltdown mode. The remnants of my cries slid down my throat because my urge to come kept hanging back, torturing me. I was too drunk on pleasure to focus long enough to think, and my vision kept swimming in and out of focus.

“Let me help you get there Chase,” I heard her say. I think I shook my head. I was a wrung-out rag, exhausted, and useless. She slowed her pace, interlocking her fingers with mine, and glared into my eyes. She gradually picked up the pace, riding hard, faster, and gripping my hands tighter while trapping my gaze with hers.

The intensity of this sexual dance and the rhythm of the hot passion burst my senses wide open. I relished every tingling spark and every aching punch of satisfaction until my orgasm raced through me, full bodied. Satisfaction roared through me as her shuttering walls squeezed every morsel of pleasure and strength from me.

When my vision returned, she flashed her palm, a reminder of how she had planned to fuck me. Acknowledging her ability to not only drive away my control, but make me forget it completely, I puckered up and kissed her palm.

Had she made me her bitch? Didn’t matter. She had gotten me to a point where I didn’t give a solitary fuck anymore. Sometimes you needed to be shown versus told, and Jax had taught me more than I bargained for.

“What does this mean? Are we even now?” My words were low and slow because they had to travel through my exhaustion.

“No. It’s not what it means at all. It means you have the ability to allow me to be in control, same as I let you have it. I wasn’t aware that I had the ability to let go of it until you. Now, you know you can too.”

How had she done it? Her words had me feeling like I had achieved some goal, I wasn’t aware I was supposed to overcome. She was the only woman who had taken me this far. When she eased off my dick, an intense tingling sensation had soreness prickling through me. I hissed like a wounded snake who could no longer work his muscles.

The cold air hit my dick and shattered me. She had torn me down past the foundation, had broken me like a gold digger’s sabotaged condom. I tensed at every movement she made.

Jax kissed my cheek, her sweet intensity distracting me as she rolled the condom off. She took her time wiping and cleaning me with ease, knowing how sore she had made me.

“I did promise you a movie,” she stated. Glancing back, she pressed play on the movie to start it across the room. “I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.” She cast an empathetic gaze at my dick. The betraying bastard had finally quit, sitting limp and curled against my thigh, just as battered as I felt. Jax was the last image I captured before sleep lulled me into her relaxing embrace.

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The jangling of the door jolted me from sleep. Naked. Alone. Where was Jax?

My heartrate kicked into overdrive, and I prayed it was her on the other side of the door. Wide-eyed, I slung the covers over my naked body at the sight of a dark-haired woman entering the room.

“Can you give me a moment Ma’am?” She turned away quickly at the sound of my voice.

“Yes sir. Take your time.” She headed back out the door, leaving me draped in silence. I sat up, listening, hoping, to hear sounds coming from the bathroom, but already knew Jax was gone.

Putting my shirt and jacket on was easy. Getting into my boxer briefs and pants came with difficulty. I was sore. I had never had too much sex before. Jax had left me in a mental and physical state of chaos with a raw dick. It was flaming red from too much sex, and my muscles like I ached had aged twenty years.

Once I got into my boxers and pants, I half tucked my shirt, buttoned my suit jacket and prepared to leave.

Thankfully, it was Saturday. I often went into the office most weekends, but today wasn’t going to be one of them. I needed to make it home, ice my dick down, and take a bottle of pain relievers.

Where were we going from here? If all we would have was sex and control to sustain us, there was no use pursuing her. We’d each had our turn at the helm with our need for control. I wanted more than that, but did she? All I could think was, now what?

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