by Laura Avery
“His violence impressed him?”
He half laughed. “His evilness impressed him, his cruelty earned his respect, and his brutally was rewarded with my father’s love.” He paused for a second, deep in thought. “It hasn’t been an illusion all these years, my little lamb, we aren’t good men. We aren’t honorable men, we’re damaged and dark and extremely fucked up.”
“I always thought you said you weren’t capable of love,” I whispered, only able to concentrate on the part of the sentence that involved the word I wanted so desperately to hear from his lips.
“I’m not.” He looked at me and grabbed me by the chin, tilting my face upward so that they were locked on his red stricken eyes. “I’m not capable of anything good, you hear me? Any kind of love I could offer you would be as black and broken as the small soul I have rotting away inside of me. I’m not good, Emery, don’t ever forget that… no matter how turned on you are.”
I hated how much I didn’t believe him, how even though he kept screaming the opposite in my face, I still had this overwhelming urge to give him everything that was good and honest in this world. I moved forward and put my hands in his chin, running my fingers up and down the rough stubble that had started to grow in on his chin. “Jackson.”
His eyes lingered down to my lips.
“I want to help you feel pure again,” I whispered.
“Ironic,” he grunted huskily, flipping me down on to my back. “I want to make you feel dirty.”
Yes, please.
Chapter Three
“Like only a wolf could.”
EMERY
Oh, God.
Jackson’s lips were on the side of my neck within seconds, sucking in all in the same places he had days before but leaving stronger marks this time. His lips were hungry and rapid, devouring my flesh as if every inch belonged to him.
And let’s face it, it did.
By the time his lips were on mine my panties were already moist. Where the hell did he learn to kiss like that? Where the hell did he learn to taste like that? His tongue was inside of my mouth, swirling around every inch, as his hands got busy pushing the fabric on my shirt up roughly. Then he was pulling away too soon, letting his lips trace deep kisses around my belly button and up my stomach. “Emery.”
My legs shook deeply. “Jackson.”
He shoved his hand all the way up my shirt and cupped my breast roughly in his hand. “You know what I want to hear.” He slipped his finger inside of my bra and flicked my hard nipple. He shook his head at the friction and smirked. “Already turned on, little lamb? Bad, bad girl.” He squeezed again. “Now say it.”
I winched at the sudden jolt his action sent down my body.
“Say it,” he growled.
“That stings!” I gasped.
“Emery,” he twisted tighter. “I’m not going to tell you again.”
“I’m yours!” I finally panted out. “I’m all yours.”
He released my nipple and moaned in satisfaction before kissing me hard and fast again. “Good girl.” He pushed his crotch further into me, showing me how turned on he was. “You’ve been thinking about this big cock, haven’t you, Emery?”
I nodded, parting my legs to give his body better access.
“I knew it, baby, I fucking knew it.” He let the hand that wasn’t tracing strokes up and down my stomach move over my lip and pushed my mouth open. “You’ve been thinking about how good it felt in that wet little mouth of yours, haven’t you?”
My thighs started to ache with fire and I nibbled on his finger as he slid it back and forth over my tongue getting it nice and wet. I kissed the edge of his fingertips, desperate for more of him.
“Admit it,” he whispered.
I groaned as his hardness grew more underneath me. “I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock,” I whispered, not oblivious to the blush that was creeping into my cheeks. It didn’t matter that I had given Jackson head one time already, that I had already tasted it. Just the thought of having him like that again was sending my body into a frenzy.
“I knew it.” His hand moved down to my throat, holding onto it while he looked me deeply in the eyes. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Emery.” He leaned closer to me and kissed my eyelid. “I’ve been thinking about it, too.” He lifted my chin forward and took my lip between his teeth, sucking on it while he kept his eyes open, synced into mine.
The notion of his words sent my body spinning, combined with his physical contact, my body was tingling from head to toe, already begging to release all over the fabrics that annoyingly separated us. I squeezed my legs shut in an effort to keep my center at bay.
God, Emery, get your hormones under control.
You’re a big girl.
You’re a woman for Crist Sake.
Act like it.
Jackson shook his head and nudged my legs apart again. “No, no way, my little lamb, that pussy is going to stay nice and open for me.” His hand was out of my shirt and between my legs within seconds, rubbing on my tenderness. “You’re already fucking wet, you nasty fucking lamb.” He kissed me roughly and then pushed a piece of hair behind my ear in the ironically gentle way only a wolf could.
“What?” I gasped, knowing something was on his mind. “What?”
Jackson pushed his body harder into mine and moved his hand down my cheek tenderly. “My cock is going to be in some place else tight and wet of yours, Emery.” I could feel his hand popping open the button on my pants and slipping my zipper down slowly. “Someplace that has been mine all along.” His finger dipped inside the top of my pants. “And I’m finally going to claim it once and for all.”
I gulped and my eyes shifted shut. He was talking about my virginity. Jackson Lucas wanted my virginity. Did I want to give it to him? Of course, I did. The truth was that Jackson was right; he did own every part of me. He always had. Deep down I had known it all along; been aware of it since the first time he sunk his grip into me. It had only been a matter of time before I fully gave myself over to him.
I could fool myself all I wanted about the right guy never coming along but I knew the truth. Even if Jackson hadn’t been watching me like a piece of meat for the past six years I still wouldn’t have hooked up with anyone else, I was saving myself for Jackson, every piece of me.
And now he could finally have all of me.
His fingers were twisting the fabric of my panties into a small knot. “Finally, everything innocent and pure of yours will belong to me.” He kissed me gently on the neck as he continued to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to go where no man ever has, baby, and then I’m going to keep it forever. Mark it as mine for good.”
My hands clung to his shirt tightly. “Fuck, Jackson.” I bit down on my lip, trying to stop myself from screaming. I was nervous, thrilled, and too turned on to think straight all at the same time.
Jackson slid his finger over my slit nice and slow, groaning. “So smooth.” He smirked. “You always shave that pussy bare, little lamb, or did you do it just for me?” The edge of his finger was almost inside of me, cruelly teasing me. “You were just hoping I would be ready to have you once and for all, weren’t you? Thinking about how you wanted to get that tight little pussy all ready for me?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Jackson, please.” I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take the torture. Did he not realize the effect he had on my body? Our clothes weren’t even off yet and I already felt like I was going to cum.
“Then say it.”
I scratched my nails into the side of his neck hard but he didn’t even flinch at the contact, grinning instead. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was enjoying it. I could see the desire and feel the tension of his throbbing cock against my stomach. How was he managing to keep his cool when it was obvious he was as close to the edge as I was? I inched forward, aiding his body with mine deeper.
“Stop torturing me,” I mumbled into his neck.
He thrust my h
ands out of his skin and pinned them above my head in one quick motion, collapsing my wrists together. “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you, Emery.” He started slowly grinding his hips into mine as he dug his eyes and desire into me. “I’ve been waiting for this moment a very, very, long time. I’ve waited too fucking long and I’m going to drag it out for as long as possible. I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” My body started to shake under him as his grip tightened on my wrists and he groaned. “Fuck, Emery.”
I took little satisfaction in the first display he showed that I was having just as much effect on him as he was on me because I was too turned on to gloat. My juices were running free, feeling tight and sparked with need, they wanted to run loose and if Jackson didn’t touch me soon I was going to lose my damn mind.
He knitted my hands even closer together and bound them in place with one of his massive hands, using the other to tilt my face upward into his the way that he liked. “Now tell me how you shaved that tight little pussy just for me like a good girl.”
I leaned up and kissed him hard, needing to feel his mouth on mine again. The kiss deepened within seconds and my legs jolted up without my permission, wrapping around his perfect body. I needed him closer to me, he was practically crushing me and it still wasn’t close enough. I wanted his body slammed into mine until I felt like he was physically apart of me; until I could feel every spec of him all over me as if I had bathed in him.
I was desperate to identify him as mine and only mine.
And, damn it, I wanted to belong to him, too.
I wanted him to brand me as his.
The thought didn’t scare me.
It thrilled me.
He pulled his lips from mine and rested his head on me as he continued to grind himself into me. My legs pushed further up into his sides, letting it be known they had no intention of moving anytime soon. “Fucking say it, Emery,” Jackson hissed. “You’re going to make me punish you if you keep disobeying me.”
As thrilling as the thought of Jackson punishing me was I wasn’t sure my body would be able to handle any more sexual tension. “I shaved my pussy for you, baby, I wanted it to look pretty for you.”
“Fuck!” He jolted off of me and started to unhook his belt.
Finally, we were getting somewhere.
But to my horror instead of taking his jeans off, he reached forward again, looping the thickness of his belt around my hands and clasping them together. “You always look fucking pretty to me, Emery, like a pure little lamb who needs to be dominated by a real man.” He tightened the belt loop tighter and pushed my wound hands firmly into the mattress. “None of the little boys back home could have handled you, Emery, none of them could have made you feel the way I’m going to make you feel. None of them were man enough to take that innocent little pussy the way it needs to be taken.”
My body believed he was right but my mind knew he was right. No one had ever made me feel the way Jackson did. He awoke more things in my soul by being withdrawn and cold than any man could being attentive and warm. It was screwed up but it was the way it was. Jackson was the only man who had ever had such a profound effect on my being, the absence of him rocked my body to the core, bringing with it such an intense feeling of longing and sorrow that I could barely function. How I had managed to survive two years without him was beyond me.
“You need a real man, Emery,” he whispered now. “Your pussy has always belonged to me, always been all mine, this is just a formality, something that has been a long time coming. Do you understand, baby?”
“Yes.” I let the sensation of his belt drift into my skin. “It's all yours.”
“That’s right, baby, all mine.” He pulled the top of my pants down to my thighs, shimmering me out of them before ripping them from my body completely and tossing them onto the floor. His hands were on my legs within seconds, tracing up and down my thighs and pressing lightly with his fingertips. “God, you’re fucking perfect, Emery.” His lips are on my legs within seconds, smothering them with kisses.
Butterflies started to swirl around in my stomach along with all the heat that’s resting there. This was the least amount of clothes Jackson has ever seen me in. We’d fooled around before but I had never taken off multiple layers before, never been so vulnerable and bare in front of him. Suddenly, I was all too aware that my hands were bound above my head and my body was starting to quiver half naked underneath him, this was really happening. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted it to be perfect for both of us. God, why did his tongue feel like liquid crack on my skin?
He hooked his thumbs into the fabric of my panties and glanced up at me. “Don’t be nervous, Emery.” He pulled the black fabric to the side so that my throbbing cunt was completely revealed. “Fuck, it’s even more beautiful than I thought it would be,” he whispered, taking his thumb and rubbing it back and forth over my sore spot. “You’re so damn wet.”
I tried to move my hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming but thanks to the belt I was too confined to move so I had to settle for biting down on my lip instead. The last thing I wanted to do was start making noise when he hadn’t even really gotten started yet.
“Jackson,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
He started rubbing faster, looking up at me with lust. “What? Do you need to cum, baby? Is that it?” One finger slipped up inside of my wetness, stopping at the center of his knuckle as he edged a second finger up alongside it. “Yeah, that’s it, lets open that perfect pussy up.”
I winced slightly in pleasure and my knees started to rise. “Oh.”
“You are so unbelievably tight, Emery,” he told me in pleasure, using his other hand to spread my lips further apart and thrust his fingers deeper inside of me, surpassing his knuckles and thrusting in and out of me deeper and deeper. “I’m going to let you cum once now because I’m in a giving mood, Emery, I’d advise you to take advantage of it.”
“Yes, Jackson.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I rocked my hips into his hands and reached for him off impulse. He smirked when my hands snapped back in place; the friction of the belt was too painful for me to move my wrists far. I longed to touch him so badly. He wasn’t playing fair.
“Keep those hands up, little lamb.” He thrust deeper, harder, faster.
My orgasm was building inside of me faster and faster like a strip of lightning that was jolting heavily toward the center of the earth. And, crap, was my center on fire as it waited patiently for the final explosion. I had no idea how I hadn’t cum already, I was shocked and surprised by it. I was just wondering if I had more control over my body than I realized when I felt my thighs and knees start to shake rapidly and my stomach lunge into the air.
Oh, God, it was coming.
Finally.
Jackson yanked his hands out of me, sending a sense of coldness into my curtains and I groaned in protest, unable to stop the orgasm that was already ready to burst through my body and land all over his sheets.
“That’s mine,” he declared. “That orgasm is mine and I’m going to taste every drop.” He thrust his head between my legs and opened wide, taking every inch of my pussy in his mouth as he sucked and stroked every inch of it with his tongue.
“Oh, God!” I screamed as my body started trembling rapidly.
Jackson trained his gray eyes into mine, devouring and dominating me with his gaze as he sucked me off roughly. He was like a starved beast going to town on his helpless victim. He had already claimed me with his words and now he was delivering the same actions with his gaze and actions, reminding me that the statement wasn’t up for discussion.
Unable to hold back anymore, my body exploded into his mouth.
Jackson tasted every drop of me before giving my pussy one last suck and pushing his head on to my stomach and gazing down at my glistening center. “You taste just as innocent as I hoped, Emery.” His finger trailed up and down me as he admired it. “And that cunt is almost too fucking sweet to
handle. My sweet little cunt.”
I was having trouble concentrating on his words since I was trying to catch my breath. Jackson had made me cum harder than I ever had just from having his hands and tongue between my legs for five minutes. I wanted him there again, so bad it hurt. “That was amazing,” I panted.
Jackson chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Four
“Every drop.”
EMERY
Jackson leaned forward and released my arms in one quick step. “Don’t get used to it,” he informed me when he saw the look on my face. “I just don’t want you to feel constructed the first time I take you, Emery. I won’t take it so easy on you after the first few times.”
I nodded and ran my fingers up and down my opposite wrist.
His eyes crinkled. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He nodded before sinking his hands into the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. A second later his hands were behind my back, unhooking my bra effortlessly and adding it to my growing pile of clothes on the floor. His gray eyes looked me up and down slowly and carefully, taking in every inch of my bare skin.
I felt instantly insecure and moved my hands in front of my breasts as a blush started to creep up my arms and drift into my cheeks. Unbelievable, the man just had his tongue between my legs and him seeing me naked was enough to turn the inside of me into a huge pile of mush.
He shook his head. “Don’t. Don’t be ashamed of how fucking sexy you are, little lamb.” He watched my hands drop back down onto the mattress and sighed. “I love the way you always do just what you’re told, Emery, you’re such a good girl.” He was still taking in every inch of me, not wanting to miss a single inch of my curves. “It’s like you were made just for me.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly ripped body and then unzipped his jeans and yanked them off just as fast. Within seconds he was just as naked as I was.
Holy hell, how did someone’s body look so perfect?
