don’t,” I beg, pulling at his wrist when he tugs and brings his hand to my inner thigh.
“You don’t need to be afraid, Cupcake. I would never hurt you.”
“I know. I just…”
“I know what they did to you, baby. I know and it kills me, but I swear I would never…” His voice is so thick with emotion that I don’t even think about what he’s saying and the memories that I won’t ever let escape.
All I hear is that he thinks that I would equate him with those monsters and I can’t have that, not even to save myself from humiliation.
“That’s not why. I just, I don’t want you to know,” I whisper, closing my eyes against the coldness in his.
“Cupcake—”
“There. Feel,” I say, shoving his hand between my legs so that he can’t miss the liquid heat building there.
I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting him to see me as vulnerability engulfs me.
I want to rub all along his hand and soothe the aching throb beating in my sex, and a big part of me is so needy that I’d offer myself to him, beg him to touch me, but instead I stand completely still and avoid his gaze, not wanting to see his revulsion.
When he starts rubbing and cleansing me, spreading my inner lips to get at every crease and fold, I almost moan with need and thrust my hips into his touch.
The only reason I don’t is because I would never use him that way, no matter how much I want to.
“I-I’m sorry,” I manage through my swollen throat and I hear him sigh right before he rises and grabs my chin, turning my eyes to his while he keeps rubbing between my legs.
“Open your eyes, Cupcake.”
What I see when I finally look up at him makes me gasp and tremble, because I see need and heat and so much lust, it takes my breath away.
“You feel me, baby? You feel my hands on you?”
I do. I feel his arm around me, holding me up even as that hand moves and his fingers hit my swollen clit.
The sensation is explosive and I buck my hips uncontrollably, moaning when my core clenches at air, feeling so empty it actually hurts, but the pleasure when he starts rubbing and flicking at my bud is so good that all I can manage in response is a moan as I push closer, seeking relief from the heat attacking my sex.
“That’s it, Cupcake, take your pleasure from me, baby,” he groans and I feel his arm leave me as his hand keeps up the slippery stroke.
Our eyes stay connected the whole time, and though I try to look away, I can’t as I see his own pleasure reflected in his eyes.
“I want you so much, Cupcake. I always have, and I will have you. You understand?” he says, speeding up his strokes when I nod and bite into my lip.
The pleasure is consuming and I’m so wrapped up in chasing that orgasm just beyond my reach that it takes me a while to realize that his other arm is moving fast. My orgasm hits me the minute I look down to see him stroking his own rock-hard sex, the huge shaft twitching and jerking as he strokes himself hard and fast, in time with the rapid flick of his finger against my clit.
I explode into pieces then, crying out harshly when I feel myself contract from womb to sheath in a series of waves so strong, my whole body stiffens up and quakes.
I see his sex thicken and grow before he groans and starts coming, shooting his release onto our bellies in deep pumps of satisfaction that set off a string of deeper convulsions that leave me gasping and limp before his arms come around me and he pulls my wet body to his.
“You’re mine,” he says, breathing heavily into my ear as I ride out the last of my climax in his arms.
I nod again, incapable of speech as he gently lowers me to the water and resumes rinsing me gently.
I know what he’s saying, and while the thought horrifies me, I can’t help but accept it, lapping up whatever he can give me. He wants me, that’s obvious now, and I’ll let him have me for as long as he wants.
Chapter Six
Jared
I can still smell her on my hands hours later as I sit at
“You don’t need to be afraid, Cupcake. I would never hurt you.”
“I know. I just…”
“I know what they did to you, baby. I know and it kills me, but I swear I would never…” His voice is so thick with emotion that I don’t even think about what he’s saying and the memories that I won’t ever let escape.
All I hear is that he thinks that I would equate him with those monsters and I can’t have that, not even to save myself from humiliation.
“That’s not why. I just, I don’t want you to know,” I whisper, closing my eyes against the coldness in his.
“Cupcake—”
“There. Feel,” I say, shoving his hand between my legs so that he can’t miss the liquid heat building there.
I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting him to see me as vulnerability engulfs me.
I want to rub all along his hand and soothe the aching throb beating in my sex, and a big part of me is so needy that I’d offer myself to him, beg him to touch me, but instead I stand completely still and avoid his gaze, not wanting to see his revulsion.
When he starts rubbing and cleansing me, spreading my inner lips to get at every crease and fold, I almost moan with need and thrust my hips into his touch.
The only reason I don’t is because I would never use him that way, no matter how much I want to.
“I-I’m sorry,” I manage through my swollen throat and I hear him sigh right before he rises and grabs my chin, turning my eyes to his while he keeps rubbing between my legs.
“Open your eyes, Cupcake.”
What I see when I finally look up at him makes me gasp and tremble, because I see need and heat and so much lust, it takes my breath away.
“You feel me, baby? You feel my hands on you?”
I do. I feel his arm around me, holding me up even as that hand moves and his fingers hit my swollen clit.
The sensation is explosive and I buck my hips uncontrollably, moaning when my core clenches at air, feeling so empty it actually hurts, but the pleasure when he starts rubbing and flicking at my bud is so good that all I can manage in response is a moan as I push closer, seeking relief from the heat attacking my sex.
“That’s it, Cupcake, take your pleasure from me, baby,” he groans and I feel his arm leave me as his hand keeps up the slippery stroke.
Our eyes stay connected the whole time, and though I try to look away, I can’t as I see his own pleasure reflected in his eyes.
“I want you so much, Cupcake. I always have, and I will have you. You understand?” he says, speeding up his strokes when I nod and bite into my lip.
The pleasure is consuming and I’m so wrapped up in chasing that orgasm just beyond my reach that it takes me a while to realize that his other arm is moving fast. My orgasm hits me the minute I look down to see him stroking his own rock-hard sex, the huge shaft twitching and jerking as he strokes himself hard and fast, in time with the rapid flick of his finger against my clit.
I explode into pieces then, crying out harshly when I feel myself contract from womb to sheath in a series of waves so strong, my whole body stiffens up and quakes.
I see his sex thicken and grow before he groans and starts coming, shooting his release onto our bellies in deep pumps of satisfaction that set off a string of deeper convulsions that leave me gasping and limp before his arms come around me and he pulls my wet body to his.
“You’re mine,” he says, breathing heavily into my ear as I ride out the last of my climax in his arms.
I nod again, incapable of speech as he gently lowers me to the water and resumes rinsing me gently.
I know what he’s saying, and while the thought horrifies me, I can’t help but accept it, lapping up whatever he can give me. He wants me, that’s obvious now, and I’ll let him have me for as long as he wants.
Chapter Six
Jared
I can still smell her on my hands hours later as I sit at
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