Page 46 of Ensnared

“Spit.”

Scowlingat him,Ispit a small drop into my palm and cringe.Rollinghis eyes, he spits over the top of my droplet, coating my palm.Isqueak in horror, but he pulls my hand to his cock, wrapping it around the base.Placinghis hand over mine as he leans back to watch me, he tightens my grip and pumps.Themuscles on his chest ripple, making his tattoos come alive.

Istare at him, dazed.Idon’t thinkI’veever seen anything so erotic.Myslickness drips down my thighs.

“Moveyour hand while you suck me,” he orders.

Withfar less hesitation this time,Ibring my mouth back to him, taking him as deep asIcan and running my tongue along the underside.Hehits the back of my throat and lets out a muffled snarl, the sound going right to my clit.Imove my hand, keeping it tight like he showed me, meeting my sliding mouth with my fingers.Tearsprick my eyes, andIremember to breathe through my nose, drinking in the musky scent of him and getting off on the blatant enjoyment he’s getting from me.Itest my rhythm, finding what makes him shudder.

Iam doing that to him.

Andit’s making me so, so wet.

Aftera few minutes,Ibegin shifting, rubbing my thighs together.Bringingmy other hand down,Ipart my swollen folds and touch myself.Idon’t do it often—my strait-laced upbringing muffling the pleasureImight have found in it—but underJaykob’shungry gaze, my usual rules fly out the window.

Myunpracticed rhythm on my hot, wet clit doesn’t bring the same pleasure thatBeauorJaspercommanded from my body, but the small ripples are enough to throw off the rhythm of my mouth.Seeingmy distraction,Jaykobyanks my hand away from his cock and wraps both his hands in my hair.Mybun is almost entirely loose now.

“Slapmy legs if you need me to stop.”

Myeyes widen as his speed picks up, and he starts thrusting into my mouth, controlling the angle with his hands.Hedoesn’t take it too deep, mostly easing back from the back of my throat, but rubs himself into the scorching softness of my cheeks, the roof of my mouth.Inand out until my lips are coated in saliva and he makes a wet slap with every thrust.

Idon’t want to stop him.Handsfree,Itouch my breasts, freeing the clasp at the front and pinching my aching nipples, rolling them until the prick of pain make my core clench.Myother hand works faster around my slick clit, andImoan around his cock.

Hepulls back and picks me up as thoughIweigh nothing.Tohim,Iprobably don’t.Flippingme, he pushes me face down into the bed, using the pillow that had been under my knees to prop up my waist.Myfeet are planted on the floor, and his hand on my back keeps my face pressed into the mattress, ass in the air and completely exposed to him.ThenIrealize my hand is trapped—with the pillow where it is,Ican’t touch myself.

“Asshole!”Iswear at him, andIdon’t even flinch at the curse word.I’mtoo hot and damp and hungry and so, so close.Myhips shift restlessly, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

Ahand comes down hard on my right ass cheek. “Shutit, sugar.”

Thebright sting of pain is almost enough to send me over the edge.

BeforeIcan squirm into a more accessible position, he grasps my panties and rips them through on one side.Theyflutter to the floor.Hishands part my legs further and then his mouth is on me.

Scorchinghot, his lips part over my aching center, his tongue tunneling obscenely through my drenched folds.Theold me, the me before this mindless sex-crazed version, wants to protest, conscious of the view he must have, of my scent, my taste, but all that comes out is a ragged, keening cry.Histongue flicks over my clit, then thrusts in and out of the most intimate part of me.Hisfingers thrust into my hole and, with his other hand, he parts my ass cheeks obscenely.Ijerk but he holds me in place.

“Asshole, was it?Yourwish, sugar.”

Hiswet fingers move from my pussy to tease my tight rosebud, right as he angles his head, draws my clit into his mouth, and sucks.

“N—Jayk!”Icry, shocked.

Ican’t shift away from him; his other arm is banded like steel around my waist, holding me to him.

Hisfinger slowly pushes past the tight ring and eases in and out, and he flicks his tongue rapidly, firmly over my clit.Ifeel the strange intrusion in every part of me, unable to escape it.NotsureIwant to.Mybody tries to adjust to the sensations, overworked, overstimulated.

Thepressure inside me heightens until my vision blurs and his mouth, his fingers, are all there is, pushing and taking and claiming me.Then, with a blinding wave of wild, overwhelming pleasure,Icome apart, sobbing into the mattress, not sure ifI’mcursing or thanking him.

Ishiver as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me, making me tingle.Blinkingon my way back to sanity—my vision not the best without my glasses—IrealizeI’mnow on my back andJaykobis between my thighs.There’sa raw violence in his motions as he covers himself in a condom that probably should make me nervous, but somehow doesn’t.Notwith pleasure drugging my veins and excitement again re-starting my heart.

Hegrips my hair and pulls me soI’msitting up.Witha savage snarl, he captures my mouth, making me taste my own orgasm, thrusting his tongue between my lips the same way he thrust his cock there minutes before.Myeyes grow heavy lidded.Ican’t remember enjoying a kiss so much in my life.Rightnow, it’s onlyJayk,Jayk,Jayk.

Ona muffled sob,Irake my hands over his now-damp shoulders and chest.Whenhe releases my mouth, hand still twisted in my hair,Ibend forward and bite his pec hard beside the snarl of a vine, then lick over the mark before he yanks me back.I’mnot sure ifIwant to punish him for pushing me so far past my comfort zone or make him feel as wonderful asIjust felt.Violenceand desire rock me in a completely unfamiliar way.

Hetsks. “Thatain’t very fucking polite,MissManners.”

Heshoves me back down on the bed, not bothering to be gentle.

Steppingforward, he lines himself up, pushing the flared head of his cock against my entrance.Butrather than thrusting forward, his hands grasp behind my knees, and he yanks me toward him, impaling me along his length in one quick motion.Igasp, then shift around him with a whimper, my tight body racing to accustom itself to his size.Hiseyes slide closed for a moment, jaw clenching as he rocks slightly inside me.Iclench against the intrusion, and his eyes fly open again, dark and stormy and intent.

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