Then he’d suck harder and twist her nipple with his teeth bringing shards of pleasure pain until she creamed even more.
She could hear the echo of his voice, the lust-drenched growls in her ear as he asked her if she liked what he was doing to her.
She always loved what he did to her.Heck, he played her like she was a musical instrument, wrenching moans, and whimpers from deep inside of her chest.The sounds always surprised her because she never knew she could make such noises beneath his touches.
“You’ll always belong to me, baby doll.We’ll always be together because I love you so much,” he’d say into her ear.
And she’d believed him with her whole heart.
A sting of emotion zipped through her and she pushed it away, remembering how it had been before he’d been shipped off to prison.
The naughty way his calloused hands would grip her wrists and pin them above her head, his voice a dark growl in her ear.
“Always remember, babydoll.You’re mine.”
The memory of those words; the sweet way he said babydoll, his endearing nickname for her and the intoxicating way he’d sayyou’re minesent a jolt of heat searing straight into her core.
She could still hear the echo of his voice, the way it roughened when he pressed his cockhead into her.The way he’d curse under his breath when her vagina tightened around him.
“Yeah, Jenna… just like that,” he’d say.
Jenna’s breath hitched as she slipped two fingers past her swollen lips and into her vagina.She was already soaked.Dripping from the pleasure she was creating.
She brushed her fingertips against her clit which made her hips jerk and her thighs tremble.She imagined it wasAxeltouching her,hisfingers parting her folds,histhumb pressing down on her clitoris just hard enough to make her gasp.
She began to rub in earnest, her fingers slick with her own arousal, sliding easily over her clit before dipping lower into her vagina to collect her juices.
She could almost taste Axel.Could almost taste the salt of his skin as she licked his face and kissed him when he came down on her.Could smell the musky scent of his sweat and the intoxicating way his cockhead throbbed just inside her vagina before he’d push further into her.
First, his mouth would crash down on hers as he shoved her back onto the bed.His weight would pin her, his thighs forcing hers apart, his cock, thick, veiny,and soperfectas it slid deep inside with one brutal thrust.She’d cry out her arousal.He’d swallow the sounds and his powerful hips would snap against hers with a rhythm that left her breathless.
"You miss this, don’t you.Miss the way I make love to you, like you’re mine,"Axel’s taunt whispered like a phantom in her ear, almost as if he were here.
Jenna’s fingers plunged deeper, her fingers rubbing her clit as she chased the fantasy.She could see him, his dark hair damp with his sweat, his shoulder muscles bulging as held himself over her while he pistoned his shaft into her.He was always gentle at first.That’s when he was torturously slow, but as his arousal grew, a dominating edge would grow in him.A possessive hunger that made her feellike heownedher.
Yes, she’d loved that feeling of being owned by him.She’d loved the way he’d lick her lips as he kissed her.The erotic way his tongue darted in and out of her mouth like it was a miniature cock.
Her breaths came in gasps now as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her pussy.The fingers of her other hand twisted a nipple, back and forth, hard enough to border on pain.
As she gyrated, the bed creaked beneath her, the sounds lost in the gusts of the howling wind outside.
She was getting closer.She could feel her arousal increasing.It was coming.
Her back bowed off the mattress as her need for release grew and grew.She moaned as her vaginal muscles clenched and then she was exploding, an orgasm crashing over her like the ocean surf.Her vagina sucked on her fingers and her clit throbbed with exquisite pulses.
A broken cry tore from her throat, her body convulsing as wave after wave of spasms wracked through her.She rode them fast and furious until she was soaring inside the pleasure.
Oh, yes, it was so good.So wonderful.She tried to stay in it, but slowly ever so slowly, her pleasure ebbed and her fingers softened her thrusts as the last tremors faded, leaving her weary and breathless, her skin slick with sweat.
For a long moment, she lay there, her chest heaving, her mind clinging to the ghost of Axel.The fantasy of him lingered, even as reality seeped back in.The wind outside, the empty space beside her in the bed.
Her husband wasdead.
Axel was inprison.
Reality sucked.
But then she remembered her baby and all the sadness slipped away and her heart burst with love.
