Chapter 220 - 0220: I Need Your Mouth (r18+)

Chapter 220: Chapter 0220: I Need Your Mouth (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

I was still trembling, still gasping for air, still drowning in the aftershocks of the orgasm that had wrecked me, when the world tilted again.

One second, I was sprawled over his face, my body boneless, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure, every nerve still humming with the echo of what he’d just done to me. I hadn’t even caught my breath, hadn’t even found the words to tell him how thoroughly he’d undone me.

The next... Whoosh. A blur of movement, a rush of air, and suddenly, I was flipped. Spun. Maneuvered like I weighed nothing, like my own strength meant nothing against his.

My back hit the mattress with a soft thud, but before I could even process the shift, his hands were on me, gripping my waist, lifting me, positioning me with a confidence that left no room for protest. There was something dizzying about being handled that way, like a doll in the hands of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and refused to wait for permission.

"Wha...?"

I gasped as my legs were spread, my knees planting on either side of his hips, my pussy hovering dangerously close to his cock. The suddenness of it, the speed, the sheer strength of him... it stole my breath and scattered whatever thoughts I’d managed to gather. I stared down at him, my eyes wide, my chest heaving, my mind racing to catch up with a body that had already surrendered.

Something in his gaze pinned me in place, equal parts tenderness and hunger, like he couldn’t decide whether to devour me or worship me, and somehow wanted to do both at once.

And then, that fucking smirk. Dark. Knowing. Possessive. It curved his lips just as I opened my mouth to retort, to snarl, to demand some kind of warning. Thrust. One sharp, unrelenting motion, and he was inside me.

I could feel him deep, and so full. Stretching me open in one smooth, ruthless stroke that erased the last of my breath.

My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my back arching, my fingers digging into his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me anchored to earth. "J-Jaxx!" The word left me as a whimper, a prayer, a broken sound torn from my throat as my body struggled to adjust to the size of him, to the fullness, to the way he filled me so fucking completely that nothing else existed.

"Hold on tight, Bambina," he growled, his voice rough and dark, his hands gripping my hips like he owned me, like he had every right to. "’Cause I’m not taking it easy with you."

And then, he moved up, hard.

A slam of his hips drove him deeper, hitting that spot, that fucking spot, that made my toes curl and my vision white at the edges. "Oh! My God! Jaxx!"

His thrusts came relentless; he showed no mercy, no pause, no fucking escape, and I didn’t want one. I wanted to be consumed, claimed, reminded with every slam of his hips that I belonged to him and no one else.

He slammed into me again, his cock pounding into that same spot, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. My body jerked with every impact, my breasts bouncing, my nipples hard and aching, begging for attention. His hands slid up my back, one tangling in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat, his lips crashing against the pulse point beneath my ear.

"You feel that?" His voice dropped to a snarl, his breath hot against my skin, his cock burying itself to the hilt inside me. "You feel how deep I am?"

"Y-Yes!" I cried, my nails raking down his chest, my body trembling with the force of his thrusts. "Jaxx! It’s... too much!"

"It’s never too much for you." His hips snapped up again, harder, deeper, hitting that spot so perfectly that my back bowed, a broken moan spilling from my lips.

"You were made for this." Thrust.

"For me." Thrust.

"For my cock fucking you into oblivion."

His words came out filthy, raw, and unapologetic, and God help me, I loved every one of them. There was something about hearing him claim me so openly, so shamelessly, that made the ache inside me burn even hotter.

I clung to him, my legs locking around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back as he pounded into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet, obscene, perfect. His cock pistoned into me, stretching me, filling me, owning me in a way that made my mind spin and my body burn with a need I couldn’t name.

"Jaxx! I can’t... I can’t!"

"You can." His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling it with just the right pressure, sending sparks racing through my veins. "And you will."

His thrusts grew faster, harder, more relentless than ever, until the edges of the room blurred and all I knew was him. The rest of the world fell away, every thought, every worry, every memory of anyone else, until there was nothing left but the two of us and the fire building between us.

"Cum for me, Bambina." His voice became a command, a promise, a fucking demand that shattered the last of my control. "Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

And just like that, I screamed.

A raw, broken, desperate sound tore from my throat as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body locked up, my pussy clenching violently around his cock, milking him, pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My fingers dug into his skin, my back arched, my legs shook as I rode him through it, my moans mixing with his groans, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat.

"Jaxx! Jaxx! Fuck... Fuck! FUCK!"

He didn’t stop.

He kept fucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last whimper, every last drop of pleasure until I collapsed against him, boneless, spent, completely ruined, unable to tell where his body ended and mine began. For a moment, I simply existed in that haze, grateful for the solid warmth of him beneath me, my heart hammering against his chest like it was trying to tell him something my mouth couldn’t.

The world spun again.

One second, I was sprawled over him, my body still shuddering from the orgasm that had wrecked me, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure too thick to think through. The next, a blur of movement, a rush of air, and suddenly, I was flipped.

Face-down.

Ass-up.

My chest hit the mattress with a soft thud, my breasts pressing into the sheets, my ass lifted high in the air, exposed, vulnerable, his. Before I could even process the shift, his hands were on me, gripping my hips, spreading my cheeks, lining himself up with an ease that made my stomach flutter. There was something about the way he moved, so sure, so unhurried despite his own need, that made my chest ache with a feeling I didn’t dare name.

Thrust.

One sharp, unrelenting motion, and he was inside me, deeper, fuller than before.

Stretching me open in a way that made my eyes roll back so far I swore I could see my own brain. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my fingers clawing at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me anchored to reality. "F-Fuck..." The word tumbled from my lips, broken, desperate, as I felt him, thicker, longer, hitting places inside me that made my toes curl and my vision white at the edges. "Jaxx! It’s... too much!"

"No, Bambina." His voice dropped into a dark growl, rough, possessive, his hands digging into my hips as he pulled out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, harder this time, deeper. "It’s never too much for you."

His thrusts came deep, hard, steady, each one driving him further inside me, each one hitting that spot, that fucking spot, that made my back arch and my moans turn feral.

His cock pistoned into me, relentless, punishing, owning. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet, obscene, perfect. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, sending sparks racing through my body, making my pussy clench tighter around him with every pass.

"Look at you..." His voice became a snarl, his breath hot against my back as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my spine, his lips brushing my ear. "Taking me so fucking well."

I whimpered, my body trembling, my mind spinning in slow, dizzy circles. "J-Jaxx..." My voice fell to a broken whisper, my fingers digging into the sheets, my knuckles white. "P-Please..."

"Tell me something, Elena." His thrusts didn’t slow, his voice dropping to something dark and quiet against my ear. "Were you about to give this pussy to Daniel?"

I shook my head desperately against the sheets, panic and need tangling together in my chest. The mere mention of that name felt like a slap, a reminder of something I wanted no part of, especially now, especially like this. "No... Jaxx, I could never... please."

"You could never," he repeated, and I heard something ease in his chest even as his hips kept driving, kept owning. "Say it again. Say it while I’m inside you. I want to feel the truth clenching around my cock."

"I could never," I sobbed, my pussy gripping him tighter, my whole body confessing it even as my mind struggled to form words. "Never, Jaxx, I swear, it’s only ever been you, it’s only..."

"Still thinking of being with another man?" His thrusts didn’t slow. His voice turned into a dark tease, a challenge, a fucking dare. "Is that why you’re so tight for me?"

"N-No!" I shook my head desperately, my hair sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. "I never wanted him, Jaxx..." My voice cracked, raw, honest, stripped of any defense. "He was just a drink buddy... nothing more..."

"No what?" Another thrust, harder, deeper, hitting that spot so perfectly that my back bowed and a broken cry spilled from my lips.

"No, you’re not thinking of him?" Thrust.

"No, you’re not wondering what it’d be like to let him touch you?" Thrust.

"No, you’re not imagining his hands on you instead of mine?"

"No!" My voice came out as a whimper, a plea, a broken sound torn from my throat, desperate for him to believe me. "I swear... Jaxx... please!"

"Then who do you belong to, Bambina?" His voice turned into a growl, demanding, unyielding.

"I-I belong to no one, Jaxx..." I gasped, defiant even as my body betrayed me, clenching around him, aching for more, hating how easily he could unravel my resolve. Some stubborn, prideful part of me refused to surrender those words so easily, even as everything else in me screamed to give in.

I felt his smirk against my back as he kissed down my spine, slow, deliberate, possessive, each press of his lips a quiet claim. "You might not want to admit it..." His lips brushed my ear, his voice a dark purr. "But deep down..." Thrust. "You know the answer."

His teeth sank into my earlobe, sharp, sudden, perfect, and I unraveled completely.

A cry tore from my throat, raw, broken, desperate, as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body locked up, my pussy clenching violently around his cock, milking him, pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

My toes curled, my fingers dug into the sheets, my back arched as I rode him through it, my moans mixing with his groans, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat and something that felt dangerously close to devotion.

"That’s it..." His voice came out as a growl, rough, approving, as he kept fucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last whimper. "Such a good girl."

And then, he pulled out, slowly and deliberately.

Leaving me empty, aching, gasping for air, my body still trembling from everything he’d just given me. Before I could even process the loss, he was off the bed, his hand wrapping around my arm, yanking me up, spinning me around, forcing me to my knees on the floor.

His cock, thick, veiny, glistening with me, hovered right in front of my face, his hand stroking from the base to the tip, slow, teasing, his eyes burning into mine with a hunger that hadn’t been satisfied yet. Even kneeling there, spent and trembling, I felt a fresh wave of desire pooling low in my belly at the sight of him, at the raw want written so plainly across his face.

"I need to cum, baby." His voice dropped into a dark command, rough, unapologetic, leaving no question about what he wanted next. "And I need your mouth."