“Let you go?” he whispered at her ear, the thread of amused arousal in his voice tearing at her heart. “I don’t think so, baby. When did you start taking me for a fool?”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, her head falling back on his chest as his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers enclosing the turgid point of a nipple and pinching it lightly.
Weakness flowed through her. She arched into the miniscule pain, needing more, but determined to hold the plea inside. Furious shame and agonized lust battled inside her for supremacy. She wanted to beg him to let her go, she wanted to demand that he f**k her into oblivion.
“Sorry for what?” he whispered at her ear as his mouth slid to the small mark he had left on her neck years before.
He licked at the proof of the wound he had made so long ago. Faith trembled. So good. Her flesh tingled, electrified as his tongue rasped over the rough area. Faith shook in his grip, hating the weakness of her own body, the strength of his steady control behind her.
“Jacob.” Her voice was strangled as she felt perspiration slicken her skin further.
Heat raged through her body, stroking the volcano that seethed inside her pu**y.
“You should see how pretty you look right now, Faith,” he whispered at her neck. “Your head thrown back, your br**sts so swollen and firm. Your cunt glistening with all that sweet juice.”
How could he see? Her eyes blinked opened as she struggled to raise her head from his shoulder. She instantly met the dim reflection in the large standing mirror across from them. She saw the desperation in her own reflection and fought the cries that welled in her chest. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want Jacob once again, because he pitied her for the uncontrolled arousal she couldn’t fight.
“Do you know what I’m going to do?” His eyes met hers in the mirror, glowing, the light steel-blue color blazing with heat. “I’m going to eat all that sweet syrup from your body, Faith. I remember how good you taste, how hot that pretty cunt gets.”
She trembled violently. She could only gasp for breath, she was beyond coherent speech.
In the mirror, with only the light of the full moon to brighten the bedroom, she watched as his hand moved at her waist, sliding down, over her abdomen, the broad, dark fingers moving unerringly to the glistening lips of her sex.
When the touch came, Faith didn’t think she could bear it. His fingers whispered over her clit, nearly throwing her into cl**ax. If she could speak, she would be screaming for the ease. She could only whimper in desperation, arching to his fingers.
She watched in the mirror, unable to stop herself, unable to believe it as she watched his fingers part the bare folds and slip through the small slit that ran to the entrance of her vagina.
Faith’s breath strangled in her throat. She didn’t want to watch, to see her own shameful ecstasy reflected on her face, but she was held helpless by the image, erotic and more sensual than anything she had ever known.
“See how much you enjoy my touch, Faith,” he told her, his voice husky, his own breathing rougher than before. “How hard your ni**les are, how soft and wet your pu**y is. Feel, Faith. That’s all you have to do.”
It was all she could do. She strained in his arms, whimpering as his fingers rolled her nipple between them, pinching lightly. Then crying out as the other hand moved back, his fingers circling the swollen nub of her cl*t with torturously slow strokes.
“Can your vibrator do this for you, Faith?” he asked her, his voice seductive as his fingers pressed against the side of her clit, rubbing gently.
Her strangled moan was loud in the sultry silence of the room as her nails bit into the outside of his thighs where her hands gripped now. She bucked against him, feeling the flame of sensation that built there before washing over her body.
“Please. Jacob, please.” She hated the strangled plea that erupted from her throat. Despised her weakness and her body as she fought for release.
“Not yet, baby.” His fingers moved again, sliding through the thick juices of her cunt until they were poised at the hungry entrance to her vagina.
Faith’s vision blurred as she felt the insertion of two broad fingers into the snug channel. She felt her flesh part, stretching, felt the burning agony of an arousal so intense she could only cry out against it.
She pushed against his hand, thrusting against his fingers, desperate for a deeper, harder penetration. She needed more, and she needed it now. She could feel her juices building inside her, soaking his hand, dripping from the folds of ultra sensitive flesh as her body burned for more.
“Burn for me, Faith.” His voice held a rough rumble, a command he was determined she would obey. “You don’t have to control this, baby. Let it go.”
She shook in his arms. She couldn’t let go. She had humiliated herself enough. She would not willingly give up what little control she had over her own body. Then his fingers retreated, only to plunge shallowly, forcibly into the tight channel once again. The upper part of his hand pressed into her clit, grinding against it with a gentle twist that destroyed her.
Faith knew it was her scream that shattered the night, her pleas as her body came apart in an ecstasy she had never known before. She bucked against the fingers, desperate for more, despite the cl**ax rolling over her body in waves. She needed his c**k filling her, stretching her.
She gasped out roughly as he pushed her forward, his voice rough as he ordered her into position.
“Watch the mirror,” he ordered her savagely. “Watch it, Faith. See the man who possesses you.”
Her eyes rose, widened. She was wild, wanton, on her hands and knees before him, her bu**ocks raised for him, leaving her open, inviting, beseeching him to possess her however he would.
Faith could feel her arousal like a beast, roaring inside her, transforming her, remaking her. She tempted him with her eyes, with slow undulations of her body, desperate for him to take her. She wanted to possess and be possessed. She wanted the heat and strength of his possession, his shaft pounding into her.
Jacob’s hand was wrapped around his cock, the unusual thickness of it appeared menacing and promising all at once. He moved forward then, bending to her, covering her as he lodged the head at the entrance to her cunt.
“Jacob. Now.” She pressed back against him, fighting the sudden grip he had on her h*ps as his much wider, taller body came over her.
His lips feathered her shoulder.