Page 16 of Hell's Storm

He leans in and kisses me softly, nodding. “Can I watch?”

“Please.” I feel Jigsaw laying back over me. My hands snake around his neck into his hair as he kisses down my neck and collarbone. My eyes stay locked with my lightning hellhound, waiting for him to get mad like Ledger did. Hazen is less possessive than Ledger is, and I think, in a way, he just needs reassurances that I’m his. His bright blue eyes travel to watch him, and I think about everything Hazen has done for me: joined my team on a whim, invited Fenric to lunch, and took care of me. He has been there for me since I got back to Hell. With every fiber of my being, I trusted him. “I love you.”

Everyone in the room freezes, even me.

I’ve never told someone outside of my family I loved them. But looking at Hazen, I know that’s what I feel.

Hazen leans in and kisses my lips. “I love you too, Asura. Now get back to it before you go dry on Jigsaw. He’s never felt you.”

A smirk runs across my lips, drawing my attention back to Jigsaw.

He looks at me. “Should I leave this third wheel?”

I shake my head. “And miss out on feeling my wet pussy? No, thank you. Come feel me.”

He hovers over me, biceps caging my head in. Without another word, I reach and line him up to my entrance. In a way, I love Jigsaw too. I love his mouth and his attitude. I love his teasing and his constantly being gentle with me, but neither of us is ready to admit that.

Jigsaw pushes himself in, and I feel a twinge of pain when his cock stretches me. When he’s entirely inside of me, we both let out a moan. His eyes close, and his breathing comes out panting. “Holy fuck!”

His moaning entices me, almost sounding like a complete virgin. I fist Jigsaw’s hair, pulling his face close to mine. “Take me, Jigsaw.”

His lime green eyes change from soft to feral. Deep down, there’s probably a part of him that wants to fuck me until I’m crying out his name, which either way, I’m going to. I can tell he’s holding back a piece of him.

Instead, he pulls from me slowly, moaning as he pushes back into me. My core is dripping from the orgasm he made me have on his thigh.

“Fuck,” He growls. “You feel…”

“Amazing?” I question, running my hands up his chest and wrapping my fingers around his neck.

“Yes.” He nods, eyes closing.

I choke him slightly. “Take it, Jigsaw. Take my pussy.” I’m egging on his feral side, wanting him to pound me.

It works because he looks down at me, eyes narrowing. His hand reaches down and lifts my thigh, and the other follows. “Don’t move.”

My pussy tightens at his words.

He smirks a bit before giving me what I want. He proceeds to pound me mercilessly. His dick hits that perfect spot, making me drop my head back into the pillow. His hips find that ideal rhythm and force that makes us both lose ourselves. My hands grab his shoulders as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his balls gently patting against my ass.

With a growl, he wraps his arms around me and sits back on his knees, taking me up with him like I weigh nothing. He is sliding my entire body up and down against his cock, holding all of my weight in his hands.

A gasp escapes my throat, which is quickly replaced with a moan. His hands use my hips to bounce me up and down his dick while his hips thrust into me.

I fist his hair. “D-Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he mutters, eyes closing.

Heightened moans escape my lips as I grab his shoulder to steady myself. The room spins, and I can’t think about anything. Pleasure takes hold of my body. “Right there! Right there!” The spot he is hitting has me forgetting my own name. My body reacts, shaking with each thrust. My pussy tightens around him, having him moan right against the shell of my ear.

Then he growls, pushing himself deep into me until finally, I’m coming. My body gives no warning, overloaded with pleasure. I cry, and he crashes his mouth into mine, swallowing each moan. Finally, he slams into me a few more times, then I feel his warm cum spilling into me. I gasped, feeling my body become boneless as if I’d done all the work.

Jigsaw holds me close before laying me on the bed. “Fuck.That’swhat a pussy without lube feels like.”

“Only mine,” I say as a dry chuckle escapes my throat.

He flexes his limbs, moaning and groaning. I can tell he doesn’t want to leave my pussy, so I wrap my legs around him and press my face into his shoulder.

I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until I was woken up by loud arguing from the guys downstairs. I roll over, feeling for Jigsaw or Hazen, and realize neither is with me.

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