Page 27 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

I swipe my tongue from her hole to clit over and over again, loving the way her body responds to me even though she’s unaware of it. After I suck her clit into my mouth, I bite down gently. Not even a fucking twitch.

I grin against her flesh before spearing my tongue deep inside of her hole. I fuck her with my tongue the same way I’ll be fucking her in a moment. I want her leaking my cum when I carry her out of here. Because there is no way I’m walking out the door without her over my shoulder.

I won’t survive it. If she was honest with herself, she knows where her place is, and this isn’t it.

I devour her, tasting her sweet pussy until she’s so fucking wet and slippery that I know she’s ready for me. When I slither up her body, my cock is throbbing and begging to be buried deep inside of her. The moment I’m propped above her, I line up and push inside of her brutally.

Jessa lets out a long, low moan and I whisper, “That’s right, pet. So perfect, even if you don’t know it.”

I fuck her hard, needing to fill her up as quickly as possible. I chase what we both need, her pussy squeezing me, begging me, even if she can’t.

When her fingers twitch, I grab the bag and put the cloth over her mouth again, holding it there for a minute. The knowledge that I’m forcing her to slip under the waves again only makes me harder. I wonder if she’s dreaming and if her subconscious knows it’s me violating her.

After putting the cloth back in the bag, she doesn’t twitch again. She’s soaking my balls with her juices and it’s almost too much for me as I sit back on my heels and grip her hips. My strokes are long and hard, making her tits shake with each movement.

My eyes take in the small lacerations on the tops of her delicious tits. The sight of Aiden yesterday feasting on her and the way she loved it flashes across my mind. If only the guys were here to see what I’m doing to our woman now. The idea of it, of showing them, makes me harder.

The grip I have on our pet’s hips is punishing as I continue to fuck her. I hope it leaves bruises behind and she wonders where she got them. My balls draw up at the thought.

I reach down and strum her clit, her body responding to me. Her nipples are so fucking hard, they look painful, so pink and inviting. I want to bite them and leave my mark behind just like Aiden did.

Fuck. Don’t get distracted. Fill her with cum and then cart her home.

I slam into her and pinch her clit, the feeling of her coming, her pussy squeezing me and trying to lock me in place is all I need to let go. I’m as far inside of her as I can go when tingles erupt all over my body and I come harder than I ever have before.

This has been a fantasy of mine for so fucking long, but I never had the opportunity to do it before. With Jessa, it’s different. I can let the darkest parts of me play. I have a feeling, deep in my gut, that she’ll love me even more for it.

“I love you, Jessa,” I whisper the words, ones I’ve never said to another person before.

Maybe it’s because she’s passed out that I find the strength. I don’t know and I don’t care. I promise myself I’ll tell her when she’s awake and alert very soon.

I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it inside much longer anyway. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted wrapped up in the sexiest package I’ve ever seen. I look down at my art on her body and my dick starts to twitch back to life while I’m still buried deep inside of her.

Nope. Not the fucking time.

I pull out slowly, letting her legs splay open as I watch my cum start to dribble out of her tight hole. I groan and reach down to push it back inside where it belongs.

She’s not on birth control. The thought of knocking her up, of her being pregnant with our baby should scare a man like me. It doesn’t and I know Aiden and Brooks feel the same. We desperately want her to get pregnant.

We might have our darkness, but part of us also wants to dance in the light. Jessa can give us something we’ve all craved—a family. The only downside of getting her pregnant is that we’ll have to be careful with her.

We can do that. She is precious to us even if we don’t always treat her like she is.

An image of her round with our baby flashes in my mind and I grin. She has no idea how much we’d treat her like spun glass.

“Can’t fucking wait,” I mutter as I crawl off the bed and right my sweatpants before I hunt through her room for some leggings.

I pack her a bag, grabbing as much of her stuff as will fit. It only takes me a moment to slip back downstairs and put it in the back of the SUV, along with my own bag of tricks, most of which I didn’t even need. When I’m standing over her again, I take another moment and look at her before snapping a picture for myself.

Fuck, I should have done it before I slipped her leggings on, but I won’t be forgetting that vision any time soon.

I reach down and tug her up and over my shoulder and shudder at the way she falls limply over me. I check the hallways and grin when it’s clear. It’s too fucking late for people to be wandering around anyway, but caution is still required.

When I put her in the passenger seat of the car, I buckle her in and kiss her forehead before I jog around and climb behind the wheel. I smile as I pull out onto the road, flip on the radio and sing along softly to the Suburban Outcasts song playing on the radio. They have the right idea—it’s clear they know all about how finding your soulmate is like coming home.

I’m not at all surprised when I get home, Jessa slung over my shoulder, to find Aiden and Brooks waiting for me. They jump up and gawk at me as I nod back toward the door.

My voice is even and calm, “I packed her a bag, it’s in the car. Go grab it.”

Aiden practically runs to the door, his excitement a palatable whip in the room. I chuckle as I turn and watch him go. Yeah, this was the right decision.

As I start toward our bedroom, Brooks calls after me, “Is she okay?”

I speak over my shoulder, “Of course. She should be up soon. Don’t be late,” I singsong.

Damn. When have I ever used that tone before? I slap Jessa’s ass because it’s all her fault. I’m not mad about it, but she’s still to blame.

I lay her down on the bed and then sit at the foot of it to watch her. Now it’s a waiting game and I’ve always been a very patient man.

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