Jessica

Phoenix’s eyes are feral, those dark browns turning into blackness before my eyes. He’s a gorgeous creature in his own right, but when he’s angry, there is something sexier about him. The way his nostrils flare, his brows pinched together. Fuck, the way his mouth flattens into a thin line. Everything about that man is purely sexual, and I want it. I’ve always wanted it.

“You think he could?” he asks, grabbing his dick in his hand and pumping it slowly. I lick my lips trying to hone in on his question, not the way he’s making me feel. My heart is nearly in my throat, and my pussy is throbbing with need.

“I think he’d try… and that’s scary enough.” The hitch in my voice wasn’t from seeing his dick. It’s fear. Fear that the only thing I have left in this world to cling to is Phoenix–and Jake may take that away from me.

“What part scares you the most? That I’m about to show you how pain should be or that he could kill me?” My eyes travel over his muscled and tattooed chest until I meet his eyes. He’s truly curious about my answer.

“Both.”

“I’ll protect you with my life, Jessica. I’ve never felt this way before, only with you. My life is damned, baby. I’m already going to burn in hell. I might as well burn for you.” My jaw drops as he closes the space between us. Grabbing the back of my head, he jerks me to my feet. His lips crash into mine. Moans and groans fight to be free. Phoenix bites my lip until I taste blood. I don’t care, as long as he doesn’t stop.

“Hands and knees.” He pulls away growling. I huff, needing him to kiss me, touch me, torture me. With a smirk on his perfect face, he slowly turns me and gives me a push. I climb on the bed on hands and knees and wait.

“Fuck, Jess. Your ass is perfection. I can’t wait to watch it glow red,” he mumbles. My body immediately tenses. Phoenix notices. I can see his face from the way I’ve cocked my head. His eyes are haunted, but I know in my heart he’d never hurt me the way Jake did. Phoenix climbs on the bed behind me, his hands running over my ass. I tingle from everywhere he touches. Without so much as a warning, his hand slams against my ass. I yelp but the pain is quickly turned into something else. Shivers race through my body. His fingers slip along the wetness between my thighs.

“You like it.” It wasn’t a question. He could feel it. My pussy is dripping, and that was just one rough slap. Before I can think about it further, another slap slams into me. Then another. And another. My body is tingling with sensations that I can’t explain and with each slap of his hand, my pussy throbs, and contracts. I need him inside of me. I’m huffing for air, trying to breathe. I’m so on edge. Before I can register anything further, his dick is thrusting into me. The intrusion is welcomed as he slides so perfectly against me.

“I told you… you would like it.” He grunts, his hand slamming down on my ass once more. I scream his name and take every strike like it may be the last and I don’t want it to end. I want to keep him inside of me, riding me, pounding me the way he is… forever. Between the sting on my ass and the hard thrusts, I’m barely able to think straight. When his hands move to grip my hips, I whine. I fucking whine. Phoenix chuckles and slows down his pace.

“Want more, baby? Say the words. I’ll give you whatever you want,” he says, pressing into me harder. He stills, and his hand slowly slides over my skin, around my side, and down my stomach before it’s gone. In the next moment, his hand slaps my clit over and over with such force it should hurt, but it isn’t pain I feel, it is extreme pleasure. And the tears I am crying aren’t from the pain, but the sensual gratification Phoenix is giving to me. My pussy clenches as I cry out his name. His hips buck into me; a few more slaps lifting me.

“There you are. Come on… Come with me, Jess. I need to feel you squeezing that sweet pussy around me. Take me, Jess. Pull me into the fucking pits of hell with you.” One more slap to my clit and his hands are back on my hips. His forceful thrusts are making my heart race. My pulse pounds in my ears. The impending explosion sits at the tip of pleasure–just edging its way into the light. One last thrust and I lose all control. My legs begin to quiver as I let my release pull me under. Phoenix comes with me, a string of curse words to follow. My heart nearly leaps from my chest as it frantically beats inside of me. The feeling of euphoria surrounds me in a pleasant bliss. I know it will end, but for now, I just want to float in its depths. Phoenix was right. Only he could make the pain a pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like that before, and I want it again. More, so much more. Phoenix pulls out of me, and I have no strength left to hold myself up. My body falls limply to the soft bed, my head snuggling into the pillow. Phoenix chuckles before lying beside me, one leg thrown over my body, his fingers running up and down my back, careful not to touch the still healing wounds.

“What did you think?” he asks. I roll my head to the side and stare at him like he’s gone insane. What did I think? I don’t know that my brain could think during that.

“I don’t think I’ve ever liked something so much.” He grins with pride, but there’s something lingering in his eyes. He’s lost, and I’m sure it’s partially my fault. I reach my hand out, cupping his cheek as he watches me.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

“It just doesn’t feel right hurting you like that. I love it, trust me I do–but after what you’ve been through with Jake, I feel a little shitty,” he admits. My heart beats faster that he’d think about me when I know what he wants.

“Don’t do that. I loved what you just did to me. I’ve never felt so fucking alive, Phoenix. My whole body responded.” He watches me a little longer, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Rest.” He tells me when he sees me yawn. I nod and close my eyes. As his fingers keep trailing over my back, I slowly find myself fading into the blackness of sleep.