Chapter 151 - 0151: You’re Taking Me So Well (r18+)

Chapter 151: Chapter 0151: You’re Taking Me So Well (r18+)

Elena’s Point of View

This is insane.

The thought slammed into me like a sledgehammer to the chest, again and again, a frantic, stuttering rhythm in my skull.

This is insane. This is insane. This is...

My breath hitched, my pulse a wild, untamed thing in my throat. But my body? My traitorous, starving body? It didn’t give a fuck. It craved this. Needed this. Begged for this.

Every rational thought I’d ever had dissolved the moment his hands touched me, replaced by something primal, something I didn’t recognize and couldn’t control.

Of course Jaxx wouldn’t take me to a bed. Of course he wouldn’t lay me down like some precious thing to be cherished. That gentleness belonged to other men, softer men, men who didn’t understand what I actually wanted.

No, he’d take me where the air crackled with danger, where the city below pulsed like a living, breathing witness... where the floor-to-ceiling windows turned us into a spectacle. A filthy, obscene, unmissable spectacle.

From this height, the streets were a blur of ants and headlights, a sea of *oblivious* lives, each one wrapped up in their own small dramas, utterly unaware of mine. But the other buildings? The ones just across the way, with their own glass walls, their own glittering eyes?

If someone stood in the right spot, if someone leaned just a little closer, if someone had a telescope or a fucking zoom lens...

They could see everything.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

My bare back pressed against the cold glass, my skin pebbling from the chill. My thighs, splayed wide, trembling with anticipation and something dangerously close to fear. My tits, heavy and swinging with every ragged breath, my nipples hard as diamonds, aching for attention I hadn’t asked for but desperately wanted.

And between my legs... my cunt, glistening, dripping, already weeping for him, my folds swollen and pink, begging for his touch, his cock, his ruin.

The thought should have terrified me. Should have had me screaming, stopping, running as far from this rooftop, this man, this version of myself as I could get.

But instead? My thighs clenched. My pulse roared. And a fresh, shameless gush of wetness slid down my inner thighs, hot and thick, coating my skin like a second layer of sin. Shame and desire warred inside me, tangled together so tightly I could no longer tell which one was winning.

God.

A twisted, hungry part of me loved it. Loved the idea of being watched. Loved the idea of being seen. I’d spent my whole life being careful, being quiet, being good... and here, now, with him, I wanted to be none of those things. I wanted to be reckless.

I wanted to be caught. Loved the thought of some stranger, some anonymous pair of eyes, pressing their face against the glass just in time to catch the moment Jaxx split me open, just in time to see the way my body stretched around him, just in time to hear the sounds I made when he fucked me into oblivion.

Jaxx’s low, dark chuckle rumbled against my ear, his breath scorching, his lips grazing the shell of it like a threat, like a promise. I could feel the heat of his body along the entire length of my back, a furnace pressed against ice, and I hated how much I wanted to melt into him. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a rough caress, his fingers trailing down my spine like a brand, slow, deliberate, owning. "Already a fucking mess for me."

Then lower and lower. His hand slid between my legs, his palm cupping me, spreading me, his fingers dragging through my folds with a slow, wet sound that made my face burn with humiliation, and lust.

"Which part gets you this fucking soaked, Bambina?" His voice was a growl, a promise of ruin, his fingers circling my clit, teasing, tormenting, not quite touching. "The idea of some lucky bastard across the way getting the show of his life?"

His fingers dipped lower, spreading my wetness, painting my entrance with it. "Or the fact that you’re about to take my cock so deep you’ll forget your own name?"

I whimpered, my breath fogging the glass in quick, desperate clouds. My reflection stared back at me... wild-eyed, lips parted, desperate, a woman I barely recognized and yet somehow felt more like myself in this moment than I had in years.

His broad, tattooed chest was a wall of muscle against my back, his arms caging me, his hunger a living, breathing thing between us. His eyes locked onto mine through the glass, dark and possessive, like he was already inside me, owning me, ruining me, and something in that gaze made my chest tighten with an emotion I refused to name.

"Or maybe," he purred, his voice a dark velvet, his fingers finally pressing against my clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles, "it’s the thought of me filling you up, stretching you so wide you’ll feel me for days." His lips brushed my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "The thought of me fucking you so hard you’ll walk funny tomorrow."

My hips jerked back, instinct taking over, my body begging for him. But his grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like claws, holding me still, immobile. "Ah!"

A gasp ripped from my throat as pleasure jolted through me, sharp and electric, when his cock rubbed against my clit... slow, maddening, the head thick and heavy, dragging through my wetness like he was painting me with it.

"Nnngh... Jaxx!"

My nails scraped against the glass, my voice breaking. I tried to push back again, desperate, aching, but he wouldn’t let me. His hold was like iron, unbreakable.

I felt small against him, and impossibly, that smallness didn’t frighten me... it felt like relief, like finally setting down a weight I’d carried too long.

"Not so fast, Princess," he growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against my neck. "You think you’re ready for this?" His free hand slid up, his fingers curling lightly around my throat... not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me. Who was in control. "You think you can handle me?"

I whined, my body trembling, my mind spinning. "I... I can..."

"Liar." His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his voice a dark purr, a promise of pain and pleasure. "But I’ll let you try." His thumb traced my bottom lip, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And when you break... when you scream, when you beg me to stop but your cunt begs me for more..."

His fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to make my breath hitch. "I’ll fuck you through it."

My pussy clenched, empty, needy, and I moaned, my body betraying me, begging for him. Every promise he made sounded less like a threat and more like the answer to a question I hadn’t known I was asking my entire life.

His other hand clamped down harder on my waist, his grip bruising, and then, he pressed his hips forward, just enough for the swollen, throbbing head of his cock to slide inside me.

Barely... just the tip.

And then, he stopped. And, I nearly screamed.

"Jaxx!"

My voice was a broken thing, a plea, a demand. My body ached, empty, needy. I could feel him there, right there, the stretch already intense, the burn already delicious, and he hadn’t even given me an inch yet. "Please..."

"Please what?" His voice was a dark caress, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Use your words, Princess." His fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to make my voice shake. "Tell me exactly what you want."

I whimpered, my mind racing, my body trembling. "I... I want you to..."

"To what?"His cock twitched inside me, just the tip, and I gasped, my hips jerking back, trying to take more of him. "To fuck you?" His voice was a growl, a promise. "To ruin you?" His free hand slid down, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. "To fill you up until you can’t walk straight?"

"Yes!" My voice was raw, desperate. "God, yes..."

"Say it."His voice was a command, a demand, his grip on my waist unrelenting. "Say ’fuck me, Jaxx.’"

"Fuck me, Jaxx...!" The words tore out of me, broken, needy, my voice shaking with desire, with shame, with need. Saying it out loud felt like surrendering something I couldn’t get back, and I found I didn’t care.

"That’s my good girl." His praise was a dark caress, his voice a rough purr, and then, his hips pressed forward, forcing me to take more, more, and more.

"Do you see the city beneath you, baby?" His voice was a filthy whisper, his hips grinding against me, forcing me to take every inch of him. "Do you love it?" His cock stretched me, burned me, and I gasped, my fingers clawing at the glass, my nails digging into the surface.

"Because I fucking do." His hand squeezed my throat, just enough to make my vision swim, my breath hitch. "I love that it’s ours. That it’s watching. That it’s fucking jealous of what I’m about to do to you."

His lips sealed over my neck, sucking, biting, marking me as his, his teeth sinking into my skin hard enough to bruise. "I want them to see you," he growled, his voice a dark snarl, his cock throbbing inside me. "I want them to watch as I fuck you into this glass. As I make you scream. As I ruin you so good you’ll never be the same."

"J-Jaxx..." My voice was broken, my body shaking. I could feel him, every ridge, every vein, every fucking inch of him stretching me, splitting me open.

"You’re crazy," I sobbed, but there was no heat in it, only awe, only need.

"And you love it." His lips sealed over my neck, sucking, biting, marking me as his. "Admit it."

I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But the words tore out of me anyway. "I... I do..."

"That’s my good girl." His praise was a dark caress, his hips pressing forward, forcing me to take more, more, and more.

"I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Princess," he growled, his voice dark, filthy, his hips snapping into me with a force that made my vision blur. "I’m gonna stretch you so wide you’ll feel me for days." His grip on my hair tightened, his fingers twisting in the strands. "I’m gonna ruin you so good you’ll never want another cock inside you."

"Y-Yes..." My voice was broken, my body trembling.

"And when I’m done?" His voice was a dark purr, his lips brushing my ear. "When I’ve fucked every last thought of that husband of yours out of your pretty little head?"

His thrusts deepened, his cock pounding into me, stretching me, filling me. "I’m gonna fill you up, paint your cunt with my cum, and leave you dripping with it." His fingers pinched my clit, and I shrieked, my body consumed by the fire, the pleasure, the ruin.

"So you better get ready, Princess," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom, his thrusts punishing, relentless. "Because I’m not stopping until you’re mine."

Then, he slammed into me.

One final, brutal stroke, and he was all the way inside, his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried so deep I could feel him in my soul.

"NNGHH...!" The sound ripped from my throat, strained, broken, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. My vision whited out for a second, my body struggling to adjust, to breathe, to exist around the monster inside me.

God, he was huge.

"Fuck..." His voice was strained, his grip on my waist bruising, his fingers digging into my skin like he was trying to fuse us together. "You’re so fucking tight."

He paused, his cock throbbing inside me, stretching me in a way that made my legs tremble, my breath come in sharp, broken gasps. "Like a fucking vice, Princess." His voice was a growl, a dark chuckle. "Like you were made for me."

"Are you on drugs or something?" The words tumbled out of me, raw, breathless, my voice shaking. "How the hell can it be this big?"

I felt like I was being split in half, like he was rewriting me from the inside out. The burn was intense, the stretch unbearable, but beneath it all, there was something else. Something dark. Something addictive.

The way he filled me. The way he owned me. The way he made me ache for more even as I struggled to take him. It terrified me how much I wanted to stay exactly like this, pinned and helpless and utterly, completely his.

He chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated against my back, his lips brushing my neck as he kissed, bit, sucked the sensitive skin there. "No drugs, Princess." His teeth scraped over my pulse point, and I moaned, my body loosening just enough for him to sink deeper. "Just me." His voice was a dark purr, a promise. "And you’re taking me so well."

Then, he slammed back in... hard, brutal and unrelenting.

"Do you know," he growled against my neck, his voice a dark, filthy purr, his hips snapping into me with a force that made my vision blur, my knees weaken, "how many nights I’ve jacked off thinking about this exact moment?"

His grip on my hair tightened, his fingers twisting in the strands as he fucked me... fast, hard, rough, like he was branding me, claiming me, erasing every other touch I’d ever known. The confession landed somewhere deep in my chest, a strange tenderness threading through the brutality of it all.

"Thinking about how you’d scream for me."

Thrust.

How you’d claw at the glass."

Thrust.

"How you’d beg me to ruin you."

Thrust.

"How your tight little cunt would milk my cock like it was made for it."

Thrust.

"How you’d come so hard you’d forget your own fucking name."

Thrust.

I screamed, my nails scraping against the glass, my body shaking with the force of his thrusts, my mind spinning as pleasure coiled tight and hot inside me, building, growing, threatening to consume me.

"Please!" I begged, my voice broken, my body aching, my soul screaming for more, for everything, for him. "Jaxx, please... I need... I need you to..."

"To what?" His voice was a dark command, a demand, his hand wrapping around my throat, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath hitch, my vision swim. "To fuck you harder?"

His lips brushed my ear, his voice a filthy whisper. "To make you come?" His free hand slid down, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles. "To fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum?"

"Yes!" My voice was a sob, a prayer, a plea. "God, yes... please..."

"Then beg for it." His voice was a growl, a promise, his thrusts punishing, relentless. "Beg for my cock, Princess." His fingers pinched my clit, and I shrieked, my body consumed by the fire, the pleasure, the ruin. "Beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are."

"I’m begging you!" My voice was raw, desperate, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around him like it was trying to keep him inside me forever. "Please, Jaxx... fuck me... ruin me... I need it... I need you..."

His words were a command, a promise, a vow... one that shattered the last of my control, that ruined me in a way I’d never be able to come back from.

"No one else gets to touch you like this." His hips slammed into me, his cock pounding into me, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "No one else gets to hear you scream like this."

His teeth sank into my shoulder, his grip on my waist bruising, and I sobbed, my body trembling, my pussy pulsing around him. "No one else gets to see you come apart on my cock."

"Let your husband fuck his lies," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom, his thrusts punishing, relentless, brutal. "Let him dream about you." His free hand slid up, his fingers tangling in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look at our reflection in the glass. "Because you’re mine now."

His voice was a growl, a vow, his eyes dark and possessive in the reflection. "And he’ll never get to touch you again."

For a fleeting moment, guilt and grief flickered through the haze of pleasure, quickly drowned beneath the tide of everything Jaxx made me feel.

"You?" His voice dropped to a whisper, a promise, his fingers digging into my hip, his cock grinding against that spot... that fucking spot that made my toes curl, my vision blur. "You take truth on your knees."

His thrusts deepened, hardened, his cock pounding into me like he was trying to fuck the soul out of me. "You take me."

His words unraveled me.

My back arched, my body shuddering, my vision whiting out as the pleasure crested, crashing over me like a tsunami, like a fucking tidal wave. I screamed, my voice raw, broken, my nails digging into the glass as my pussy pulsed around his cock, milking him, begging for his cum, for his seed, for his fucking soul.

"Jaxx! Jaxx!" My voice was a broken thing, a prayer, a curse, a plea. "I... I can’t... I can’t..."

"Yes, you can." His voice was a dark command, a promise, his thrusts never stopping, never slowing, never letting up. "And you will." His fingers pinched my clit, hard, punishing, and I shrieked, my body consumed by the fire, the pleasure, the fucking ruin. "Because you’re mine."

"That’s it..." His voice was a growl, and a praise, "Fuck... fuck..." His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin, bruising me, marking me, claiming me. "You’re fucking perfect."

"Fuck... Elena, you’re mine." His voice was a vow, a promise, a fucking oath. "I always get what’s mine."