He grunts, shifting his angle and somehow going even deeper. He shoves my leg up on the table, bending my knee, and this is the deepest he’s ever gone. Leaning forward, he grips onto the desk by my hands, holding it in place as leverage to fuck me harder.
It hurts.
It feels so fucking good.
It’s exactly what I needed.
I feel the anxiety, the stress and worry, shedding from my body. Adrenaline turns into excitement, and once this is all done, I’ll sleep and wake up as a new person.
That’s how it was last time. I don’t know how it works, but it’s the best sort of therapy there is.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls. “This pussy is mine. Just mine. Say it.”
“No,” I grit out.
Another slap to my ass, this time harder.
“Tell me it’s mine.”
“Fuck you!”
“You wanna?” he asks humorously. “I can make it happen if you want to ride my cock.”
I don’t answer him, just hold on tighter and let my body enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me. Somehow, he fucks me faster, and my body grows warm.
“Oh, yes, baby. I feel you tensing. Are you going to come for me again?”
He finds my clit with his fingers, stroking it in the most perfect way to send me skyrocketing into bliss once more.
Chapter Forty-Three
Jaxon
Sailor has turned into a brat. I have conflicted feelings on this. I can’t be sure if she feels more open with Shadow, or if she’s come out of her cage. I don’t like the thought of her being more comfortable with a stranger than she was with me.
She was comfortable with me as a stranger, and after we met too. I thought she was herself with me, her complete self. That’s how this all started.
Yet… she’s different now. Not in a bad way, but in a way that has me fucking jealous.
Why is she like this? Who did it? Because I’ll kill them.
Her pussy tightens around me. I smile, then goad her some more.
“Oh, yes, baby. I feel you tensing. Are you going to come for me again?”
I play with her clit and give her zero time to respond. She shatters, choking my cock in the process, and it takes everything in me not to come.
I slow my thrusts, letting her ride out the waves of her pleasure. When she’s finished, I turn her over and slide back in. She looks like she’s lost all her bones, like she can’t move, like she’s in a coma. For half a second, I feel bad. Just a flicker of it.
Then I remember this is what she wanted. She’s still conscious, she’s still alive.
So I’m not fucking stopping.
I slide back in, moving slower this time but only because I want to. Her body still reacts to me, her hand reaching out to grip my wrist. I’ve fucked her so hard she’s pushed up on the desk, giving her more room to reach with her hands. Her fingers dig in, holding on, and my throat gets tight. I push past it because I can’t let all this bullshit come up now. This isn’t about that. Right now, I’m fucking her. We’re fucking. That’s all.
I hold her hip with one hand, letting her grip onto me, while the other slides under her shirt to tug on her nipple.
She moans, her body arching.
