“Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yes.”
He pulls back and pushes forward again, setting a slow, tantalizing rhythm as his hips grind against my softness. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, the muscle and sinew writhing beneath my palms. Tender bites and teasing licks along my neck and collarbone provide the perfect distraction, and soon the pain turns to all-consuming pleasure.
“You feel fucking incredible, baby.”
He thrusts harder, hitting me deeper than I ever thought possible. I respond with an inarticulate sound.
“Are you ok?” he asks.
“I’m so good.”
As if to punctuate the point, he thrusts again, picking up speed. A high-pitched moan slips past my lips, and my eyes drift shut on their own.
“That's it. Let me hear you. By the time I'm finished, this pussy will be begging for more, and nobody will ever fit you the way I do. You were made for me.”
My body trembles from the combination of Jaxon’s filthy words and the intense pressure of him inside of me. Nothing has ever felt so right, so perfect. Though I have nothing to compare the sensation to, the piercings add a satisfying friction as his cock slides in and out of me.
His large palm grips my thigh just behind my knee, hiking it around his hip. It changes the angle of his thrusts, and his cock hits me impossibly deeper this time.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.” Thrust.
My pussy clenches with each gruff word, and a cascade of warmth floods through me from the tips of my toes all the way to my cheeks. Sweat gathers along every inch of exposed flesh, his and mine, as Jaxon fucks me like he’s waited his entire life for this moment—like I have.
He buries his face in my neck as he holds himself above me. I can tell he’s hanging on by a thread, focused solely on my pleasure and forsaking his own. I don’t want that. “Let go, Jax. Fuck me into the mattress.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do. Give it to me, Cowboy.”
“Fuuuck.”
Faster than I can even register the movement, he flips me onto my stomach. “Lift your hips.”
I comply with his command, and he positions a pillow beneath me. “Is this ok?”
“I appreciate that you’re taking care of me, but if you don’t make me come soon, I’m going to make you regret it.”
He chuckles. “You’re mouthy for a woman who was still a virgin ten minutes ago.”
“And you’re cocky for a man who hasn’t made me come around his dick yet.”
“Fucking hell.”
I look back over my shoulder to take in the view. Jaxon’s on his knees behind me with his head thrown back and his eyes pinched shut. I rock back into him. His rigid length brushes against my wet center.
His eyes bore into me as he takes his cock in hand and strokes himself. “I could come just like this. Leave you empty and unsatisfied. Is that what you want?”
I jutmy lip out in a dramatic pout. “Please, Jax. I need you. Please fuck me.”
“That’s better.”
His restraint snaps. He grips my hips and thrusts home in one smooth stroke. My lips part in surprise, and I let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a moan. Despite the bite of pain, I put up little resistance. It’s too early to say for sure, but this position might be my favorite. He pounds into me at a bruising pace, the sounds of ragged breathing and flesh slapping against flesh permeating the room.
His palm skates up my back and pushes down between my shoulder blades, pressing my face into the mattress. “Look at you. You look so pretty wrapped around my dick.”
I bite into the bedsheet as pain and pleasure intertwine, driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.
