“Keep your eyes on us.”With a hand on my nape and the other closing around my cock, he bends over me and starts jerking me again.“Watch us, Dove.See what it is.See what it isn’t.”
“You’re meant to be together.”Desire thickens her voice.“So fucking beautiful.Don’t stop.”
“Holy fuck.”I claw at the bedding, rocking my hips.“Listen to her, Jag.Don’t stop.I need to come.”
“Don’t you dare.”He presses in behind me and drags his hot, steel length along the cleft of my ass.“I’m going to feel so good inside you.”His grip on my dick tightens, kicking the air from my lungs.“You’ll beg me to fuck you, day and night.”
If he triggers me, it’ll suck big ones.But after writing the journal and reliving it with Dove, the demons have been unusually quiet.Maybe we slew them.
Dove digs her feet into the seat’s edge, her heavy-lidded eyes tracking Jag’s stroking fist as her hand slips between her legs.
Sexy little voyeur.
Draped over my back, Jag nips along my shoulder and ruts against my backside, the length of him rubbing against the underside of my balls.My hips kick, answering his thrusts, and he chases it, fucking me without penetration.
It’s maddening and cruel.Fucking hell, why do I want him to fuck me so badly?I know what that feels like, the pain and helplessness.Yet somehow, I know it won’t be anything like that with him.
“Fuck me, you fucker.”I grind back against him, throbbing and leaking in the vise-like grip of his fist.“Do it.”
“Too soon for begging, pup.”The hand on my nape caresses down my spine, trying and failing to calm me.
“Then kiss me.”
His hands fly to my waist and flip me to my back.
Panting, I stare up at him, at this rough-hewn beast of a man carved by a vindictive god and dropped onto my lap.His brown hair spikes in every direction, wrecked in the best way, and his chest heaves, flexing with each breath, restraint ready to unleash.
He shifts forward.The bed dips, and his solid weight settles where my greedy hunger lengthens and throbs.
His throat flexes as he lowers his chest to mine and pauses.His bedroom eyes wander to Dove, and his pupils expand, dark and molten.
Before I can follow his gaze, he turns back and destroys me with his mouth.
The kiss steals my air, my control, and my very last brain cell.He’s a windstorm of aggression and masculinity, all challenge and domination, lips dragging and teeth scraping, stretching my jaw past the point of pain.
He tongue-fucks my mouth, showing me how thoroughly he intends to fuck me with his cock.I open for him, taking everything he gives me and claiming him right back.
Too soon, he rips himself away and lifts on his knees, his dick angry and engorged, drooling precome down the veiny length.
Reaching for the lube, he squirts a generous glob onto my tip and slathers it down to my nuts.
Shouldn’t he be greasing himself?He’s on top.Heisa top.
“What are you doing?”I grip his hand, where it wraps around my base.
An infuriating curl plucks at his lips as he angles my dick beneath him and slowly lowers onto it.
My breath stops.My back arches, and my hands claw at his thighs.
That initial push past his tight ring of muscle… I choke.Then I groan.Then I release a howling roar of pleasure.
Dammit to hell, he’s tight.Too tight.I can’t fucking breathe.I’m on the brink of passing out.
“Hold still.”He grits his teeth, sinking lower, impaling himself deeper.
“Jag… Fuck.”I thicken inside him, pulsing and jumping, unable to control my reaction.“I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not.It’s…” He fists his dick, seats himself to the root, and groans long and deep.“Goddamn, Wolf.I feel you in my fucking ribs.”
