Page 82 of All Jacked Up

He reached out and palmed my left breast, then my right. “I want to see these bouncing while you ride my cock, but you need to get used to my size first,” he said huskily, then lifted his chin slightly. “Lie back, open those pretty thighs. I want to look atyou.”

I scooted further onto the bed and then did as he’d asked—or commanded. Whichever. I didn’t care. I’d do anything he told me to at this point. I might not survive it when he was done with me, but I wasn’t going to think about that right now. This might be the only chance I got to know what it was like to be with Ransom, and I wasn’t going to give it up for future pain.

But I didn’t want to lose him completely. That made me pause. Here I’d thought that nothing could stop me from having this, but I’d been wrong. There was the threat of not having him at all.

I started to sit up, and he shook his head as he put his knee on the edge of the mattress.

“Stay just like that.”

“I will—I mean, I want to. I just—we didn’t talk.”

“We aren’t talking right now,” he said as he placed a hand beside my head, holding himself over me.

His other hand stroked his erection, and I had to fight to stay focused on what I needed to say and not watch him.

“I don’t want to lose you.” I blurted out the words before he made me forget my own name.

That made him pause, but only for the briefest moment before he used one of his knees to open my thighs wider. “That’s not gonna happen,” he said in a thick, gruff voice.

“But you said—”

“I said a lot of shit, Shakespeare. And I found out that I was looking at it wrong. You can’t lose me because I refuse to let you go.”

His eyes bored down at me as he said the words.

I wanted to weep with joy. He meant it. He wanted me. I didn’t know what had changed or when, but he wanted me. He wanted us.

I nodded. “Okay.”

He hissed what sounded like a curse, then moved back slightly.“I can’t do this and look at your face. I’ll fucking come too fast. Get on your hands and knees.”

My hands and knees? I’d never had sex like that. I knew what it was, of course. I’d written sex scenes with the main characters in that position. But personal experience? None.

Nervously, I turned over to do as he’d told me. When I was ready, his hand ran over my bottom softly as he groaned. That was followed by a hard slap that made me cry out.

“Fuck, it jiggles just right,” he hissed, then did the same thing to the other side.

“Ow! That stings.”

A dark chuckle came from behind me, and I glanced back at him. His eyes were locked on where he’d spanked me.

“That just makes me want to do it more,” he said, caressing the first spot and then the next. “I like the idea of hearing you beg me to stop. Shouldn’t have such a juicy ass. Makes me a little crazy.”

His eyes shot up to meet mine then. “If you think that hurts, when my dick is fully inside you, stretching that tight cunt, that’s gonna be what hurts.”

A whimper escaped me, and the area between my legs dampened more. I could feel it on my inner thighs. I wasn’t into pain, but when the threat was coming from Ransom and he was behind me in all his glorious nakedness, it was hot. I wanted it. His defined, tattooed chest and cut biceps were what wet dreams were made of. Add the threats and dirty talk, and … sweet Jesus.

He took the head of his erection and began to run it along my aching center.

“Fuuuck, that’s a wet, needy little pussy,” he said with reverence in his tone. “All that sweetness dripping onto my dick.”

My chest was rising and falling from the panting he was causing.

His hand grabbed my hip so tightly that his fingers bit into me,and the thick girth of his cock began to slowly press inside me until it was further than it had been before. I cried out as my hands fisted the sheets. It hurt, but it was also incredible.

“That’s it. Good girl. Take that big dick in your little cunt. So sweet,” he murmured as he sank deeper. “Fuck, that’s tight.”

“Oh God!” I gasped as he went deeper, filling me.

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