“No,” Iwhisper. “More, please.”
Jett grins. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he adds and gives me one more heart-stopping inch after another until I’m huffing and puffing, making him pause. When he gives me the last inch and is buried to the hilt, he kisses me furiously while letting me adjust.
I break away breathless. “Sorry, I’m so little.”
“Say that again and I’ll come.” He grins, “You feel like heaven.”
I beg for some movement, and his slow rocking doesn’t pinch or burn. “Faster, please.”
The wicked smile turns diabolical, but his thrusts stay gentle. “Mmm, does my little virgin like that?” Iwhine in agreement as he yanks on my chain, the pressure of the smooth metal at my throat making my clit throb. His thumb taps my clit, and my eyes cross. “One little O, Baby, then I’ll flip you over and give you what you want.” He eyes my Baby Spice-esque pigtails. “What you really, really want.”
I’d laugh if Iwasn’t losing all control as he works my clit at the same rhythm that he fucks me fuller than I’ve ever felt in my life. Ibeg for him to thrust faster and deeper, and holy hell, does he deliver.
“I-oh myGod, Daddy!”
“Scream as loud as you’d like, Babygirl, I’ve already warned the front desk.” And since Ialways do as I’m told, my back arches off the bed andIscream his name as the magic cross fucks me into some other dimension entirely. Iblink, and I’m gathered up in Jett’s tattooed arms, my cheek against the heated plastic where the blade with my name hides safely underneath. “You all right, Princess? You there?”
“Here, I’m—holy shit. Woah. Back from whatever dimension that was. Okay. I-I’m ready, flip me!”
“You sure, darling?” He gets a whole-hearted nod. “God, that was so sexy watching you come like that, tight little arse– Imeanass, squeezing my cock. Ace Archer ever fuck you into another dimension like that, Baby?”
“Fuck no!”
He laughs and slides out of me, grasping my hips and flipping me like a ragdoll so I'm on all fours and he's behind me. “And he never did this, did he?” Jett slides Keane into me much easier this time and gives my ass a firm slap that makes me moan.
“Hell no!”
He wraps each high ponytail around each of his hands and yanks, thrusting so deep inside me that Iscream. “What about that?”
“Fuck!” Isay, groaning in a way that’s guttural and feral and downright nasty. “Never. Don’t stop doing that, like ever, please!”
“What? The spankings or the pigtails?”
“H-hair.” Is all Ican compute in between moans.
“Aw, Babygirllikeswhen Iuse these handlebars. Sweet, innocent Maddy Morningstar. You still feel innocent now, Baby?”
No,feeling my boyfriend’s balls slapping against my sticky, wet cunt as he slams into my ass is about the least innocent I’veeverfelt. At least since Iheard my best friend coming on the cock of an Australian tattoo model in the same hot tub where Iwas also getting thoroughly railed.
But all Ican say is, “Uh uh.” And Jett’s laugh is lusty and a little unhinged, which means he’s about to lose it.
“You hear this fuckin’ monstrosity you call a bed creakin’, princess?”
I scream, and it rattles the lighting sconces above. “Uh uh!”
“Then it’s…” Jett’s moans shake the headboard as he mumbles what Iassume isso tight I’m gonna cumin several different languages. “Then the bed is fucking ours, Babygirl.”
I wish Icould say the pain of Jett tugging so hard at my scalp was tiresome and I’m ready to say stop, but something about the amount of control Jett has over me feels so good, Ilose it, and I’m shaking everywhere. He switches both ponytails to one hand so he can pull on the chain with the other. The pressure of the chained collar is tight and delicious around my throat.
“Mine. All mine.” And then the hand is off the chain, tracing my lower back. “Gonna tattoo you right here and come all over it next time.”
I’m too close to coming again to be concerned about a tramp stamp. I’ll say yes to anything right now. “Mmhmm, yeah, what would it be, sir?”
His thrusts are wild and unhinged, much like Jett himself. “Mrs. Raven.”
Oh fuck.Of course, Ifeel lightheaded now becauseWTF.He snakes his hand around to rub fast little circles on my clit, and the idea of Jett’s cum splashing across,Mrs. Ravenetched permanently on the sexiest place one can get tattooed,drives both of us over the edge.
I’d like to pretend Ididn’t hear, “My fuckin’ bride,” hot in my ear as he comes, but Ido. And then it’s, “Fuck Baby,I’m filling that virgin hole to the top,” along with his moans that areso satisfyingand now I’m spasming and babbling because my braincannotcomprehend what my life was three weeks ago, crying into my Ben & Jerry’s.
