Page 72 of Dark Notes

“How?” I ask.

He smirks at me. “By existing. Seeing you every fucking day, and not being inside you, is torture.”

Grabbing his cock, he strokes it slowly, while gazing up and down my body.

Pushing my legs back, he pushes inside me hard and fast, causing me to whimper loudly.

“Fuck. You’re so tight for me, filthy girl.”

He pulls out, and thrusts back into me with as much force as the first one. Moving his hips back, he does it again, and again.

“Jagger.”

Releasing my leg, he runs his fingers up my stomach, digging into my skin until he gets to my breasts, and pinches one of my nipples so hard it makes me gasp from the sting.

Grabbing the pillow, he pulls it out and moves over me.

Pressing his lips to mine, he kisses me as aggressively as he fucks me. He’s rough, animalistic, and perfect.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he fucks me harder, as my body nearly seizes with an orgasm. He pulls away from our kiss and watches me unravel.

“Jesus fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me.”

Pulling out of me, he grabs my hips and flips me over to my stomach. He places his hands on my hips on either side and lifts me slightly, before slamming back inside me.

“Put your knees up.”

I do, and he spreads my ass cheeks with a groan.

“I need you to trust me, baby.”

He spits in my ass crack, and I freeze.

“Baby, stay with me. You’re safe.”

I’ve never told him what sex was like with Erik. It’s not information he needs to know, but I wonder, if he knew, if he’d still be doing what I know he’s going to.

“I’ll never hurt you, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself.

“Do it. I need you to.”

He pushes his thumb into my back hole and moves it in slow circles. My previous experience with this was not pleasure, the complete opposite, so I’m surprised when I want more.

“Jagger, fuck me there. I need your cock.”

This is what I love about him so much. No words are needed, he doesn’t need an explanation. He already knows, and he always gives me what I need.

Pulling out of me, he says, “On your back. I need to get lube. I’m not going to fucking rip you apart.”

I get into position, and he comes back, and pours a generous amount of the lubricant onto his cock.

“Legs back.”

Pulling my legs back, he spreads my cheeks and pours lube into my crack.

With a smirk, he says, “It’s messy, but it’s going to feel good for you.”

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