fall slack against the leather.
“Good girl.”
I moan at the sound of those words out of his mouth. After last week’s fuck-up, I thought I would never hear them again.
“You’ll be able to take me, won’t you?”
“Mmm.”
“What if my dick is too big for this tight arse?”
“I can take it.”
“You can, huh?”
“Mmm.”
“You want me to confiscate your last virginity for myself?”
My thighs clench at the thought, and I’m so turned on that I can’t see straight. “Y-yes.”
“What was that?”
“Fuck me, Jonathan.”
“Fuck you where?”
“In the arse. Fuck me in the arse.”
A low grunt fills the air as Jonathan uses my juices as natural lube. He takes his time prepping me that I wiggle my arse against him so he gets on with it.
He then thrusts his cock an inch inside me, and although he’s been preparing me since the island, the stretching sensation is real.
“Oh…G-God…” My voice is broken by both pleasure and pain. They always come hand in hand with Jonathan, and I’ve become so accustomed to it that the mere thought of having one without the other depresses me.
“I’m going to own every fucking inch of you.”
It could be his words or the way he’s stimulating my body, but I relax even further, my nails digging into the sofa until he’s fully inside.
With his fingers deep into my pussy, I feel so utterly full, like I’ve never experienced before. His cock doesn’t compare to the plugs. It’s so much more real, and the sparks of pleasure feel like they’re shooting from all places at once.
The mere brush of my hard nipples against my clothes and the leather sends an additional bolt of arousal to my core and arse. Everything in me is attuned to the feel of him inside me, at my back, and all around me.
But it’s not only about the physical connection. Being with Jonathan is like free-falling without a landing. It’s finding oneself after years of being lost. It’s peace after a war. And it’s all because of him.
He called me his queen once, but what he doesn’t know is that there’s no king to my kingdom but him.
It might be a small kingdom compared to his empire, but mine is more intimate, and he’s the only person I would ever allow inside my bubble.
He’s the only person who’s made me feel safe, even though the world is scared of him.
My calculative tyrant and skilled lover.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jonathan moves slowly, both in my pussy and in my arse, letting me get accustomed to him.
A whimper rips in the air and I realise it’s mine as he picks up his pace. Sparks of pleasure like I’ve never known crowd in my nerve endings with a crippling force.
“J-Jonathan…I-I…”
He wraps strong, masculine fingers around my nape, giving me the anchor I need. “That’s it. Fall into me, wild one.”
I turn my head towards him and he holds my eyes hostage as the orgasm rips through me with a strength I’ve never experienced. It’s a shattering. A fall with no chance of hitting the bottom.
Jonathan continues his onslaught, powering into me, and as he promised, he owns every fucking inch of me. His cock meets his fingers through the thin barrier and my lids droop to soak in the sensation. I can’t stop watching him filling me, even with the uncomfortable angle.
His shoulders tense under his jacket as he stops. Then a grunt spills from his sensual lips as his cum warms my insides and drips down my thighs.
I whimper at the loss of him when he pulls out of me, his cock and fingers leaving wet trails on my inner thigh and arse.
But before I can ponder on the loss, Jonathan turns me around, backs me against the sofa, and takes my lips in a slow, hungry kiss that steals my breath more than the one from earlier.
It’s like he’s cementing the connection we just had and sealing it with a kiss. I soften against him, my fingers digging into his hard chest for balance.
“In case you haven’t figured out the answer, listen carefully, Aurora,” he whispers in dark words against my mouth. “I will not let you go.”
27
Jonathan
I carry a sleeping Aurora in my arms from the bathroom to the bedroom.
I keep telling her that falling asleep in the bathtub is dangerous, but she mumbles that I’m there.
It’s true. I am there. I don’t take the fact that she trusts me enough to fall asleep in my arms for granted.
Since I took her a few days ago,