Page 85 of Lost Soul

“Fuck it,” he commands, and I look at him puzzled.

“Sit your pussy on my finger and fuck it,” he tells me again.

I don’t hesitate. With my shoulders rested against the wooden door and my legs wrapped around him, I push my hips forward and let his finger slowly slip inside me. I ride his finger while his thumb circles my clit. His eyes stay fixed on mine, watching my reaction while my hips thrust against his hand, trying to stretch out the pleasure as I drench his finger.

I scream out his name, when an orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. Then just as I prepare to crawl back down to earth, the air whooshes around me and I’m back on my feet. Shaky legs barely hold me up as Jessie forces me forward, leaning the front of my body over the back of the couch.

He tugs at my shorts ripping them down to my ankles, then drops onto his knees, crushing my ass cheeks in his fists as he spreads them apart. I jolt when he nips at my flesh, his nose sliding right through me as he licks me from front to back. His tongue flicks over my tender flesh, teasing my pussy until I shatter and come all over again. I flush when he licks a trail through my ass cheeks, then up my spine until he’s standing up behind me. His belt clinks, and his firm fingers pressing into my hip bones are the only warning I get before he pushes his whole length inside me.

I cry out his name again and he fucks me so hard that my head goes numb. All painful memories of losing Hayley and Carly disappear along with the worry of never seeing Mama again. All that exists is us.

Him and me.

Here and now.

Jessie’s hand reaches around me, his palm crushing one of my tits before it slides up to wrap around my throat. The fingers of his other hand strums my clit, working me even higher. How he’s capable of doing so much to me at once scares me a little, but I don’t want him to stop. I never want him to stop, because I’m addicted to him.

He uses his grip on my neck to force my up body taut against his chest and his mouth finds my ear again.

“You’re mine, Maddy,” he rasps, his grip snatching all of the breath from my body. “Say it loud so I can hear it,” he orders.

“Yours,” I manage to choke, nodding my head against his forceful hold.

“Don’t you fuckin’ forget it.” His teeth bite down on my shoulder and my pussy tightens, flooding his cock at the same time.

His deep groans muffle into my skin as his cock jutters inside me, filling me with warm threads of cum. I topple forwards and his hand presses against my back, I feel the tension in his fingers as he grasps at my skin and we both catch our breath. Without any warning he pulls out of me and spins me around to face him, roughly taking my face in his hands.

“I was so mad back then. I’d just lost Hayley. I needed to know what you knew so I didn’t lose you too. That was the only thing I could think of to scare you enough to tell me. But I would never have hurt you. You know that, right?”

I nod back because even when I was there, locked down in that basement, I trusted that he wouldn’t harm me. Jessie must believe me because his chest sags with relief and his hold on me softens.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. You probably need your brain bleaching after being down at the club by yourself.” Taking my hand, he walks me to the bathroom with him. He pulls down the toilet seat, then gestures for me to sit. I sit watching as he steps in the shower and cleans himself, then hand him a towel when he’s done.

“I could get used to having you around.” He smiles at me as he wraps it around his waist then pulls my naked body against his dripping wet one. I let my arms wrap around his neck and my fingers slide through his damp hair. He smells like pine trees and fresh air.

“I should shower too.” I look down between my legs, where I can feel him starting to leak out of me. But he shakes his head.

“I like you like this,” he says, kissing my forehead as he moves us through the cabin and into his room. He dries himself off and then climbs into bed leaving the covers open for me to get in beside him. So I do, and I absorb the comfort in his arm wrapping around my waist and tucking me into him.

“Night, Mads.” He kisses the top of my head.

“Night, Jessie,” I manage before tiredness takes over and my heavy eyelids close. I’m with him, I’m safe, and as long as I have him, I’m gonna get through everything that’s happened.

Before my eyes even open, my instinct is to reach out for her. And when all I feel is empty space, I panic.

Jumping out of bed, I chuck on some pants before I race to find her. There’s no sign of her, just a note propped against a glass of orange juice that reads.

Gone to see Prez.

It’s written in her perfect handwriting, and I relax. I’d been speaking with him about Maddy and me when she’d interrupted to tell us about the feds coming, and he made it clear where she stood with him when he gave me a lecture about hurting her.

Maddy has shown him her loyalty even more since then, and I’m hella relieved that I have his support. I know he told her she could help herself to some of Hayley’s stuff so I guess that’s what she must be doing.

I decide to go check in on Skid while she’s gone. When I let myself into his cabin, he’s asleep in the chair, his fingers still clinging to the empty bottle of Jack that dangles over the armrest.

I think about how pissed Carly would be if she saw the state of the place and start to pick up some of the crap. Then taking some bacon out of the fridge I set to making him something to eat. Who knows when the last time he ate something was?

I hear him stirring as I plate up the food, and he doesn’t seem at all surprised to see me when he staggers into the kitchen rubbing at his temples.

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