Page 53 of Legacy

I nod as much as I can with how he’s gripping my neck.

“It’s stunning. But do you know what will be even more beautiful?” He shoves a third finger deep, and I lose my breath. “Fucking you up. Covering you in cum. Marking you with my teeth, my fingers, my cock. I’m going to fucking defile you, sweetheart. Until all you see in the mirror is what I’ve done to you. And you’re going to beg me for it.”

“Please.” I choke on the word as his fingers grip my throat tighter.

But it doesn’t scare me; all I want is more.

More of this.

More of him.

“Please, Legacy. Ruin me.”

I mean it. I want him to shred that last fiber holding me back. I want him to show me what it’s like to wander in his world.

A dark smile tilts the corner of his lips as he slips his fingers out.

I immediately miss him, desperate for him to fill me in the way only he seems to be able to. And Jesse must notice as he works his belt, not taking his eyes off me.

“Say it again.” He lines himself up, applying pressure with his cock.

“Please fuck me, Legacy.”

“It feels so good hearing you beg for me like that.” He hums, stroking his cock through my slick core. “Feeling your cunt drip on my cock, desperate for me to fill you. I tried to get you to leave, Reagan. You have no idea the things I want to do to you. But you just don’t fucking listen, do you?”

I shake my head as much as I can. “No.”

“No, you don’t. And now you’re spreading your knees, soaking me, asking me to fuck you like you’ll be able to handle it.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

His eyes narrow, a hint of sheer irritation at my comment.

“Good to know.” He leans down again, grazing his lips over my jaw. “But that’s not what I was referring to, sweetheart.”

Jesse shoves his hips forward, kicking the air from my lungs. His hips meet my core, and I’m so fullI’m out of breath. My hands fly to his cut, and I hold on for dear life. My thighs grip his hips as he settles deep inside me.

Filling me to my limits. Stroking me with every bare inch of him.

“You’re not wearing a condom.” My eyes widen, locking on his as he hovers over me.

“Like I said.” He licks the line of my lower lip. “You can’t handle the things I want to do you. You shouldn’t have begged for this.”

There’s no guilt. No hesitation.

He warned me, and I asked him for it.

And even now, his cock hard and deep in my core, I don’t want him to pull out. I don’t want to think about the consequences.

Jesse’s mouth meets mine as he starts to fuck me. Slow, hard strokes that get faster and more intense. He releases my throat and peels my dress down in the front, revealing my breasts so he can massage them, sucking one nipple into his mouth and then the other.

“These tits are what wet dreams are made of.” He sucks my nipple harder, fucking me deep at the same time.

“Jesse—” I dig my fingers into his thick hair.

“You make me fucking reckless, Reagan.” He stands tall, gripping my thighs like he’s trying to fuck me into oblivion. “You make me lose all good sense. Taking me bare, letting me make this mess. Fuck. I want to fill you up.”

He grabs my wrists and holds them at my sides. My breasts bounce with every thrust as he pulls me to him. Endless, hard thrusts light me deep inside. A spark slowlyblossoms and spreads. Fire in the night. A sun on the horizon. It’s a sliver of light, and then it’s bursting.

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