He growls against me, the vibrations making me clench and shudder. He grips my cheeks hard and spreads them wider, fucking his tongue deeper, harder, sloppy and obscene.
“Ride my face. Take what you need.”
I sob and rock back onto him, letting him hold me open and plunder me with single-minded focus. Every stroke of his tongue lights me up from the inside, stoking the fire in my gut until I'm sure I'll combust with the force of it.
He rakes his teeth over my hole, sucking at it before diving inside once more, following that up by a sharp smack that makes my legs shake. “Need to fill you until you drip with my cum. You’re mine, Killian. I want everyone knowing how thoroughly I fucked you. I want them to smell it on you.”
He pulls away, my hole clenching around nothing. I crane my neck to look back at him, a needy whine escaping my throat at the sight that greets me.
He's standing at the foot of the bed, slowly undressing. My gaze roams over his body, drinking in every detail—the defined ridges of his abs, the broad expanse of his chest, the powerful curves of his biceps, and those thick, muscular thighs.
But it's the marks I've left that make my breath catch. The bruises and scratches, the imprints of my teeth on his skin. Proof that he's mine, that I've claimed him.
When my eyes finally drift lower, to the hard, flushed jut of his cock, I can't bite back the moan that rises in my throat. Jackson smirks, slow and filthy as he reaches for the bottle of lube, slicking his fingers with deliberate, obscene motions. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna give this needy hole what it wants. Gonna stuff you full and make you mine.”
Two slicked up fingers force their way inside my body and I yell, so worked up I can’t contain it even if I wanted, which I don’t. He pumps into me hard and fast, crooking his fingers just right to nail my prostate with every thrust.
“Please, Jackson, I can't . . . I need. . .”
Jackson chuckles, then sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of my ass, biting down and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. “This is mine. It belongs to me.”
He does it again on the other cheek and I clench around his fingers as he works me open, stretching and scissoring until I'm loose and wet and aching for more.
I look back at him when he withdraws his fingers, my mouth opening to say . . . something, anything. But the words stick in my throat as I catch the furrow of his brows, the tightness around his eyes. The barely-there flinch as he shifts his weight, his ribs no doubt screaming in protest.
“Jackson—”
“Shut it.” He slides his hard cock between my ass cheeks, slicking it up with the lube and saliva already there. “I need this.”
I do too.
All of it.
So when he twists to pick up the condoms, I smack them off the bed. “Take me, Jackson. All of me.”
“You sure?”
I nod.
With a low, rumbling growl, he drives forward, breaching me in one long, relentless stroke and I swear I feel it in my fucking soul. It hurts, the stretch and burn almost too much to take.
“God, fuck, Kill. So good. Perfect fit for me. My cock belongs inside you.”
He grips the back of my neck, pinning me down as he ruts into me, not waiting for me to adjust. Each thrust of his hips rocks me forward on the bed. Tears spring to my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don't care.
Because he’s fucking me like the brutal Titan he is, owning me, staking his claim.
I can't stop the broken noises that spill from my lips, the choked-off sobs and wordless pleas as I push back to meet his thrusts, my hips rolling in desperate little figure eights, trying to pull him deeper.
“That’s it. Ride my dick. Ride it like it belongs to you because it does.”
He wraps a hand around my aching length and jerks me in time with his targeted thrusts until it feels like a spring tightening inside me. “Harder. Oh, fuck. Harder, please.”
His fist tugs at my piercings in a way that makes my eyes roll back. My body erratically pushes back into him before thrusting forward into his hand over and over until I’m a sweaty, writhing mess.
“Look at you riding my dick like a fucking king. Come on it, Killian. Show me how much you need it, how desperate you are for me to fill this sweet hole.”
I shatter with a hoarse cry, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Jackson fucks me through it, milking every drop from my cock as I spill over his fist and onto the sheets.
