The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,56
fall closed for half a second before they blink open again.
Leaning down, he kisses me deeply, reminding me how much he cares for me, and how much we both want this.
With a grunt, he slides in another inch, and his muscles quake beneath my hands. I hold him close, panting as he pushes through my virginity, claiming yet another piece of who I am. Tears prick at my eyes, and I do my best not to tense up as pain radiates through my abdomen. It feels like he’s stretching me beyond means.
“You feel like heaven, Blair. Like fucking heaven,” he whispers, swiping a tear that escapes my eye. His eyes flash with an unknown emotion. “I don’t deserve this, or you.”
I’m beyond words at this point, and even though there is a sting and pain in my center, I want him to move. I want to feel him fall apart inside of me.
“Take me, Cage. Own me. Possess me. Make me yours.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t know how long I can handle the slow and steady.” His patience is waning, and soon he’ll need to thrust deep and hard.
“Please, Cage, please…” Something like shame flickers in his eyes.
“Okay, just tell me if it hurts too badly.” He finally starts to move again. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust inside with a gentleness that makes me gasp.
His tempo changes with each stroke, almost as if he’s fucking me to the edge of his own sanity. Thankfully, after a while, the discomfort morphs into something else, and pleasure starts to bloom. Tiny tingles ripple through me with each stroke.
Wide-eyed, I peer up at Cage. Sweat beads against his forehead, and his restraint starts to slip as he moves a little faster. The entire world could implode around me, and I wouldn’t notice right now. In this moment, there is nothing that exists but us, and I want to live forever in this bubble that Cage has created.
“You’re so wet and tight…” he grunts, slamming into me a little harder. “I want to own you, claim you hard and fast.”
My toes curl, and warmth bleeds out into my limbs.
“That felt good.” I arch up. “Do it again.”
“So greedy.” A soft chuckle slips past his lips, but he does it again.
This time the tingling in my core intensifies. There is an unraveling in my lower belly like he is trying to tug something out of me.
“Cage,” I gasp, clinging to him.
Pleasure coils around and around while the pressure in my center grows. I’m slick, aching, and ready to come. Cage must know this because he moves faster, the bed squeaking with each punishing stroke he gives me.
Arching back against the pillows, he’s taken my body and snapped it like a glow stick. The tip of his cock brushes against the top of my channel, swiping against the sensitive tissue. There is no warning of the pleasure that consumes me.
Hips jerking, my climax grips onto me with an iron fist, and my eyes flutter closed as the world around me fades for a brief second. Every muscle in my body tightens.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” Cage growls breathlessly as he slows his strokes, and I bear down, squeezing the life out of him. I can feel my channel trying to push him out, trying to rid my body of his size, but he’s not going anywhere. As I loosen my grip on his girth, he starts up again, fucking me faster and harder.
A hand grips onto my hip as he pulls away briefly to look at our joined bodies. His eyes become luminescent, and I watch in awe as he looks at me with a primal want, as if he’ll never be able to get enough.
“Shit… I’m going to come.” He bares his teeth, and strangely, I want him to bite me.
To mark my body, to leave bruises and love bites so that I can remember tomorrow that this wasn’t a dream. Wanting him to finish inside of me, needing his release deep in my core, I place a hand against his chest and sink my nails into the skin.
“Come inside me, Cage. I want to feel you deep inside me,” I beg, pleading with eyes.
He looks like a god as his chest heaves, and he tips his head backward to release a feral growl. A second later, he stills, and I feel his release filling me. He pulses inside of me and continues coming.
I shiver at the warmth that radiates