Chapter Eleven
She didn’t resist. She couldn’t resist.
Jess didn’t know how she ended up with her back against the wall or when he had removed her clothes…or his. She couldn’t think of anything as his hard body pressed flush against hers, every muscled inch.
Her heart thumped erratically in a heavy beat that threatened to explode from her chest as he laid his golden forearms flat on the wall on either side of her head.
As if in slow motion, his lips descended on hers. The first time had been a surprise. This time she waited for it. Strong hands cradled the back of her head, angling it up and forward. Catching a breath, she held it, too afraid to move as he gently kissed her.
She parted her lips and welcomed him.
His tongue invaded her mouth. Instinctively hers met his. Circling each other, their tongues danced and explored.
Her chest burned and ached from the breaths she strained to take. Her mind was nothing more than a jumbled mess. She couldn’t grasp on to a thought. She couldn’t focus.
A deep moan reverberated from him as his fingers ran through her hair. Unable to resist touching him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, forcing their lips to crush against each other.
On a sinful grunt he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor. Without thinking of the consequences, she crossed her legs behind his back, clasping tightly to him. The hard bulge of his cock pressed where she needed it most. A groan escaped her lips as she ground against him with aching need.
He was huge. A hint of concern about his length and thickness crossed through her mind.
Breaking from him, she took two painful breaths. “Rasha, I don’t know…” Her sentence trailed off as he laid light kisses to her ear and down her neck. Her chest burned as if there wasn’t enough air.
“You can stop me any time,” Rasha whispered. His voice was deep and raspy, filled with unspoken need.
She could stop him at any time. But would she?
With soft kisses, he made his way down to her breast. He stopped there and hesitated. Damn. Biting on her lower lip, she held back a plea. She wanted him but she wouldn’t be the first to admit it. Ignoring the pain in her lip, she watched as he placed more teasing kisses around her nipple.
“Your body should be worshiped, not abused.”
She shuddered at his words.
Her eyes closed when strong hands massaged her ass, grinding her mound on his thickened cock. With her fingers entwined in his hair, she led his mouth over the darkened bud standing erect for him.
“Let me take care of you.”
Take care of me.
Instant gratification was her only thought as he swiped a tongue over her sensitive flesh. Hissing, she pulled him closer. His sinful tongue licked again.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he pulled an erect nipple between his lips.
She let her head fall to the top of his. Tingles ran down her spine as he tugged and licked each nipple, alternating from one to the other. Kissing the top of his head, she encouraged him.
“That feels so good,” she murmured.
When was the last time someone touched her like this? After Kane, she’d had a fling with Kyle. But nothing either man did to her felt as good as this.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked after releasing a nipple.
She rested her cheek on his head. “No.”
She moaned, grinding on his hot shaft. Her pussy pulsated, seeping with need. His fingers bit into her ass as he lifted her, positioning his cock over her opening.
“Rasha, now, please.” She couldn’t take it anymore, especially when she felt the heat from his head straining against her.
She held on to him tightly as his cock slowly breached her. His size was more than she could accommodate, stretching her.
A small whimper escaped her lips.
“We can stop if this hurts.” His voice came out as a strained whisper.
Stop? Never.
Inhaling deeply, she relaxed her muscles and lowered her body.
“Ugh!” he yelled. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her tighter.
“No stopping,” she said as her walls throbbed around him, stretching to capacity.
He pulled back slowly and lingered around her pussy before pressing forward again, deeper.
She threw her head back and yelled out in pleasure. “Ahh.”
The sounds of his cock working in her slick juices danced off the walls. Her pussy grabbed tightly around his shaft, milking every swollen inch.
With her impaled on his cock, he walked her to the bed, where he laid her down.
He pulled out. His gaze roamed the length of her body.
She displayed herself proudly for him. She massaged her breasts but her attention was on his rock-hard cock. It was exactly as he’d boasted. Big. And it had been in her. Her glistening juices spread across his head was proof.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice was heavy…sexual…sensual.
She trailed her hand to the folds of her pussy, spreading them. “What about this?”
He groaned. “Nothing prettier.” His cock twitched.
She spread her legs wider and ran a finger over her jutting clit. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He caressed her calves, running his strong hands up to her knees. Then he pushed them back, spreading them wider. His cock aimed for her pussy.
He claimed her.
“Oh!” Her back arched and her eyes rolled back into her head.
His fingers dug into her leg, painfully grasping her bone. His growl was feral. She wasn’t scared. She wanted more.
“Deeper,” she begged, wanting to feel every inch of his hardness.
He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled out and then entered her again but still she wanted more.
“Let me…”
“Jess…” He pushed away as she began pumping up and down his length. “I won’t be able to hold back.”
She hooked her legs around his waist. “I don’t want you to.”
His hungry gaze traveled from her breasts down to her pussy. His hands found her ass, kneading and massaging her, helping her rise and fall.
“I like that,” he said.
She licked her lips and brought her pussy up, taking as much as possible. He filled her to capacity.
Groaning, he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. She had just enough time to brace herself as he held her tight and slammed into her. His pace quickened with each stroke until finally their bodies beat against each other. Her breasts bounced as she bucked against him.
“Yes! Oh yes,” she yelled.
Her stomach fluttered, shivers ran down her spine. Holding on to his arms, she rocked with him. The need to have all of him overrode any and everything she had previously wanted.
Her legs quivered as she tried to tighten them around his waist.
“Come for me,” he coaxed. “Let me feel you.”
Deeper and harder, she pumped until her body erupted and convulsed. Her wetness coated him. The slick sounds of him penetrating her and his groans were heaven to her ears.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Harder.” Her walls relaxed, wet and accommodating his length and size.
Grunting, he pressed her hard against the bed and wrapped his arms around her back and fucked her.
And holy hell was he fucking her.
She couldn’t do anything but lace her arms around his slick neck and hold on for the ride.
She let him fuck her so hard her eyes watered from pleasure, not from pain.
He crushed his mouth over hers. Hard and thick as a rod, his cock slammed into her, tearing her apart, and she loved it.
She bit into his shoulder. “I want all of you.”
He suckled and nibbled on her earlobe. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she promised. She had never felt so alive before. Each thrust awakened a new nerve in her body. He awakened desires she’d never known she had. “I want to ride you,” she whispered. “Roll on your back.” When he didn’t comply, she raked her nails across his back. “Now.”
On a groan, he impaled her so deep that her back arched. “Are you sure you can handle this?”
Holy shit. His shaft felt as though it were in her stomach. “Yes.”
Cradling her, he flipped her over. He watched her with smoldering eyes as she positioned herself across his hips. He groaned as she grabbed his glistening shaft and ran her hand up and down his glorious length.
How much of him had she taken?
She leaned across his chest and flicked her tongue over his erect nipple. He hissed as she laid generous kisses around his chest and made her way back to lick and suck his other nipple.
“Don’t make me wait,” he said.
She hadn’t planned to make him wait anymore. She reached behind her and positioned his cock at her slickened pussy and pressed down. “Umm.”
The muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled her up and pushed her down. The muscles in his stomach flexed as he pumped and receded. She bit her lower lip. The pace he set was slow and dizzying.
She took more of him, riding him faster. She placed her hands on his chest and rose to hover above him.
His face contorted and neck craned. As he squeezed his eyes shut, creased lines formed in his forehead.
She was a human female and she had this fierce warrior at her command. She sat down as far as she could and rolled her pussy.
He arched. “Great Ancients!”
Yes, she had complete control over him. “Watch me, Rasha.”
He slowly opened his eyes. She cupped her breasts and ran her nails across her hard nipples.
He reached for her and grasped her breast. His large hands covered hers. “You feel so good.” He lifted and pumped against her, making her breasts bounce within his grasp.
“Umm, fuck me like that,” she begged.
He pumped up again, this time so hard she almost bounced off him. “Like this?”
She held his arms. “Just like that.”
This time he didn’t stop to ask her questions. She rested her head on his chest and enjoyed the ride. With each thrust, she cried out louder than before.
Her mind clouded as she came again, coating his shaft with her essence. Her slickness made it easier for him to go even deeper, harder.
His legs began to shake. Throwing his head back, he yelled out. His face contorted as he convulsed, trying to pump into her one more time.
His breath was just like hers, irregular, fast and loud. Holding him, she fell by his side, where they lay in a tangled, wet mess.
“That was wonderful. Just as I imagined it.” He ran a hand across her brow, wiping the sweat away. “I told Eva it wouldn’t take long to have you,” he said between hard pants.
What does that mean?
She stiffened in his arms. “Is that it? You think I’m an easy lay?”
“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes drifting close.
She pushed his legs and arms off her, struggling to get away. “Get away from me.”
He frowned in confusion. “Why? What is wrong?”
She rolled away from him and rose to her feet. “I’m not a whore.”
“Wait. I did not call you a whore.”
“I told Eva it wouldn’t take long to have you,” she said, mimicking him. “Do you think because I was a brothel whore I’m supposed to be easy?”
“What? I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. I knew you would be different than the other human females.”
She grabbed his pants and tossed them at him, hitting him in the face. “Shut up!” she said, her voice rising to a hysterical level.
He put his hands up. “I am sorry if I said something to offend you. I thought that was a compliment.”
“Stop trying to compliment me! You don’t call a woman a whore after fucking her!”
“But I never said—”
“Don’t say another fucking word,” she seethed.
With his clothes in his hands, he advanced on her. She backed away until her butt hit the nightstand. She reached for the first thing she could get her hands on and hurled it at him. He ducked as the heavy statue whizzed past his head and hit the opposite wall.
He held his hands up and stopped. “Hold on, wait. If you thought I called you a whore, your translator must be broken. I did not call you a whore because that’s not what you are.”
“I’m not a whore,” she said defiantly.
“I know.”
She couldn’t look at him any longer. She turned her back on him and crawled into bed. She pulled the blanket over her head, shrouding herself in darkness.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now.”
“Jess, you are extraordinary. That’s not meant to be a compliment but a fact.”
She kept the blanket shielding her face, not wanting him to see the tears now streaming down her cheeks.
“Can I stay with you?” he asked when she didn’t respond.
She closed her tear-filled eyes. “No.”
She listened as he pulled on his clothes. His heavy footsteps traveled out of her bedroom and disappeared down the hall. Finally she heard the faint sound of her door opening and closing.
“Lights off and lock the door,” she yelled through the blanket.
The light blinked off as her tears made steady tracks down her cheeks.
I’m not a whore.