Page 17 of Vengeful Pawn

“So soft,” I whisper, kissing the side as I grip him in my hand. “Strong.” Glancing upwards, he now has my panties between his teeth, and both hands are back on the door frame again, the wood barely holding up under the power of his strength.

“Killing me here, princess.”

My tongue flicks out, and his voice catches on that last word, causing me to smile. I lick along his length like a lollipop, not pausing until I’ve tasted every inch of him.

“Mmm, yummy,” I whisper against him as I cup his balls in my other palm and massage the sensitive globes. His hips thrust forward, clearly asking me to take him in my mouth, but I want to tease him a little longer.

“Princess,” he snarls, eyes narrowed and looking fierce. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

Flattening my tongue against his tip, I take a long, languid lick, slurping up his fluid before closing my eyes to swallow on a groan. Doing this before never brought me joy, but with Hendrix, there’s this sense of erotic danger. I know he won’t hurt me, but he can’t help being fierce in his lust for me.

“I would never,” I purr before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking him to the back of my throat, moaning when I feel him flex.

Dragging my nails along his balls, he grunts and thrusts forward a little deeper. I nearly choke but hold it in while pulling back and tasting him while slowly sliding up and down his length. I’m so lost in giving Hendrix pleasure that when his fingers dig through my hair, securing me in place so he can do the work, I don’t realize tears are leaking from the corners of my eyes.

I’m not sad, or scared, not of this man, but I’m overjoyed with the trust he’s placed in me to be so vulnerable in this position.

“God, princess, you’re fucking killing me with that damn mouth.” His fists tighten, tugging strands of hair in my scalp. I swallow around him on a moan as my hands work the part of him I can’t fit. “You’re going to make me come.”

Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply, tilting my head back and allowing him to slide deeper into my throat before swallowing around him again and massaging what I can with my tongue. Hendrix loses control, hugging my face closer with a hand on the back of my head and snarling out his release. He coats the back of my throat with his essence, tensing until he’s empty before dragging me up by the hair, yet somehow remaining gentle.

He lifts me, my back hitting the door jamb as he slams inside of me, and covers my mouth with his, fucking me with his tongue and still hard cock.

“Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” He raises my hands above my head, securing me in place with one hand while the other tears his shirt from my body, the ripping sound sharp in the apartment. “I could fuck you every minute of every day and never feel like I’ve had enough of you.”

“Never,” I gasp when he plows in deep, my eyes crossing.

“As soon as this baby is out, I’m working to put another in there. You going to tell me no?” The tears being withheld spill over, and his face softens, but he still fucks me ruthlessly. “Those good tears or bad ones, princess?”

God, I love how he can go from gruff to gentle in a flash. “Good.” I lean forward and smash my lips to his, fuckinghismouth with my tongue this time.

He flashes me a smile before burying his face in my neck and sucking on the flesh until my pussy gushes around his length. His free hand grips my ass cheek until I’m sure there’ll be a Hendrix hand-sized bruise, and the filthy man will love it. So will I, if I’m honest with myself.

“Harder,” I gasp when he slows down. “Don’t stop, Hendrix, please don’t stop.”

“Dirty, dirty girl likes it rough, does she?” His head lifts to watch my face. I swear his eyes glow with wantonness.

“Yes,” the moan escapes. “Once this baby is out, I expect to hurt so good. For your big dick to break me in half.” He’s holding back for the baby’s sake, but I wish he wouldn’t. The doctor said it’s safe and has even suggested a few positions as my belly grows. Biting his lip until I break skin, I lick him and mutter in his ear, “I want it so hard you’ll worry I’m dying from the pleasure.” Lord, I don’t know where these words come from, but I know they’re filled with truth.

“How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he grumbles, licking up my jaw before drawing back his hand and slapping my ass hard enough to jerk my body. The sound echoes like a love song.

“So good, big boy.” I drop my head back. My hands are still pinned to the door jamb, and Hendrix refuses to release me when I try to tug on them.

“Big boy, huh?” His hips draw back, and he rams into my swollen pussy, the walls gripping him like a suction cup. “I’ll show you big boy with this dick deep in your tight little ass.”

My eyes widen at the threat. I’ve never done that before, and I think he knows it by the predatory smile he sports.

“As soon as you’re clear, it’s mine.” He finally releases my hands as both of his go to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart so he can press one fingertip to the tiny entrance. Pushing until his digit sinks deep inside.

Wrapping my arms around his head, I draw him in close and whisper against his ear, “Add another.” He does so without hesitation, making my pussy even tighter around his dick. “One more,” I hiss, enjoying the slight burn and discomfort.

“Dirty fucking princess.” He adds a third, scissoring his fingers around until I’m relaxed enough that he can thrust them in and out.

“Only for you, big boy.”

His eyes narrow, I smirk, and he slams so powerfully inside me that I come apart like shattered glass. Screaming loud enough, I’m sure his neighbors hear me, but I don’t care because my body flies apart in a million pleasurable directions as he keeps fucking in and out until he jerks inside of me and bites my neck as he groans his own climax.

Clasping onto him tighter, my body aches in the best ways, and I whisper in his ear, “Tell me you’re not done yet? Please, I need more. God. So much more.”

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