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“Now, Jon!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just… please….”
His dick prods at my entrance, then slides between my wet lips, rubbing my clit before he surges inside me.
“Jon!”
He groans, his fingers sinking into my hips. “Fucking hell.”
He pulls back, leaving just the head inside me before he buries himself to the hilt once more. I clench around his hardness, not wanting him to leave my body.
“This is going to be quick, babe.”
“I don’t care. Just fuck me, Jon.”
He begins to move, slowly at first and then picking up speed. Every thrust rubs at my walls, hitting a spot deep inside me that turns me into a babbling, incoherent mess. So many expletives leave my mouth, it’s like a dam burst, letting the words free after years of being contained. They sound foreign to my ears, but I can’t stop them. Jon is no better, grunting and groaning behind me, our words barely audible over the sound of his hips crashing into mine. He mutters something about tight and wet, but I can barely hear him.
“You’re mine, Ellen. This pussy is fucking mine!”
Those words were loud and clear. I cry out, my muscles tightening around him. Leaning forward, he reaches around to press down on my clit. He pumps into me, fingers moving in eyes-rolling-back-in-my-head circles. My eyes cross and lose focus, the room blurring into fuzzy shapes and colors. Jon stills behind me, plunging into me as a roar-like shout comes from deep within him. His fingers keep working even as his forehead connects with my back. My muscles clench so tightly, I know the impending orgasm is going to destroy me.
And I welcome it.
I crave it.
Jon can wreak havoc and totally annihilate me, because I know he’ll put me back together. He fixed me when I didn’t know I needed it.
“Fuck!” he shouts behind me.
I scream, my body convulsing on top of the table. Jon’s fingers dig into my hips, the ones on my clit not letting up. My orgasm blasts through me, completely obliterating bones, muscles, organs. I shake and shudder, Jon’s fingers wringing every bit of pleasure from me. I slink down on the table, my body lax, twitching with an odd contraction.Ho-ly crap. I can’t move, can’t speak, barely feeling the soft kisses he places on my back. He pulls out of me, fluids sliding down my thighs. I don’t even know if they’re mine or his. The world around me fades, Jon’s words the only things that come through loud and clear.
“And I’m yours, beautiful.”
CHAPTER 13
***Ellen***
After our session on the table, I regained consciousness in my bed. I was wrapped up in Jon’s arms, so I assumed he carried me upstairs. There’s no way I made that journey unassisted. I’d finally reclaimed the use of my limbs and left him there to clean up, but he joined me in the shower. After the urgency of our previous encounter, he took his time and worshipped every inch of my body. I don’t know how it was possible, but I came twice—once on his tongue, and the other on his dick.
Lost in a pleasure coma, I stare out the window on our way back to the clubhouse. He’s holding on to my hand again, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the back. He said that I was his, claimed me with his words and body. I told him I didn’t want an old man, but Jon… now he makes me long to wear that cut again.Hiscut. The frosting, whipped cream, cherry, ice cream, and chocolate syrup on top of that cake is that he said he’s mine also. He belongs to me just as I belong to him. I believe that now, as strongly as I’ve ever believed anything.
I’m unaware that we’ve stopped until he’s standing at my door, helping me out of the car.
“You okay?” he asks, pulling me into his arms.
“Yep. I’m… fantastically amazing.” I giggle.
He chuckles. “Glad to hear it.”
When we walk through the doors, Gage turns to us, watching from his seat at the bar.
“I thought you were heading home?” Jon says.
“Raven fell asleep, so I figured we’d just stay here tonight.” He turns his attention to me. “You good, sis?”
“I’m great,” I assure him. “I’m gonna go check on Daddy.”
