by Madison Faye
His hands move lower down my thighs, bunching the fabric of my sundress and pulling it up. Part of me knows I should stop him — tell him no, that I’m too young, too inexperienced. But I’m eighteen after all. An adult. And something about Jagger makes me think he’s fully aware of how inexperienced I am. And the fact that he wants me even with that knowledge is like a high I’ve never had before.
I can feel something thick pressing into me, and I whimper, realizing it's his cock through his pants. His lips crush back into mine, swallowing my moans as he pulls the sundress higher, and right before he pulls it over my panties, I want to stop him.
Well, or more specifically, I want to stop him so I can go change into something that’s actually sexy, and then come right back here and let him do this all over again. But then, I don’t even own anything sexier than the plain, white, cotton panties I’m wearing. They’re at least a hip-hugging, low cut style, which is leagues sexier than anything else I own.
Jagger seems to sense my hesitation, because he stops suddenly,
“You’re gorgeous, you know,” he growls. “Just like this. Don’t think for a second that you’re not a damn Goddess exactly how you are just like this.”
He’s barely finished with his words before he buries his lips in the softness of the back of my neck, growling into my skin as I gasp and claw at the glass. He groans as he pulls my dress up higher, his hand sliding over the curve of my ass over the white cotton panties. I can feel him moving lower, slowly lowering himself behind me, and I swear I’m almost about to faint with the force of the blood roaring through my ears and the breath panting in my throat.
He pushes the sundress up over my hips and hooks his fingers into my panties. His breath comes hot against my thigh, and when he teasingly runs his tongue up the back of one leg, I actually cry out. Fingers pull, and slowly, ever so slowly, he drags my panties down over the curve my ass. He pulls them lower, and when they stick and cling to the soaking wetness between my legs, I can feel my face go red before they finally pull wetly away from my soft lips.
Jagger growls, loudly, pulling my panties down to my knees and leaving them there. I can feel his breath on the backs of my thighs again, and when his tongue drags over my skin, I gasp loudly. He drags it higher, his hands skimming up my legs and slowly pulling them as wide as they can go with my panties still binding me at the knees. His large hands come up to cup my soft little ass, grabbing it roughly in his hands and spreading me wide as he moves in, his breath hot against my bare pussy.
And there, bent over with my hands on the glass of a multi-million-dollar beachside mansion window, my panties at my knees, and this gorgeous, dangerous, sexy, dominant, and much older man kneeling behind me with his face inches away from my never-been-touched pussy is the single hottest moment of my entire young life.
That is, until what happens next.
The feel of his tongue dragging over the soft, delicate lips of my pussy is like lightning through my body. I cry out, my whole core tightening and trembling as his wet tongue licks me from my clit all the way up to my tightly clenched asshole. Jagger growls like an animal, groaning into my skin as his hands tighten. He dips his face in again, that wicked tongue of his swirling over my clit and making me cry out before he drags it up my seam all over again.
His tongue pushes demandingly between my lips, spreading the pink, untouched petals before delving between them. I moan wantonly, clawing at the glass of the window as his tongue pushes in and out, like he’s making love to me with his mouth. I wonder briefly if there’s anyone on the beach right now who can see me up here, pressed against the glass with my panties around my knees and this muscled alpha of a man kneeling behind me. But I don’t open my eyes to see. I keep them clenched shut, just letting myself exist right here in this perfect, blissful, almost surreal moment.
Jagger groans again, his hands gripping my soft skin tightly as his tongue moves down to my clit. He swirls the tip around the little nub, making my knees shake before he drags it back up. And up, and up.
This time, my eyes fly open as I feel that warm, teasing tongue slip over my pussy and suddenly swirl around my asshole.
“Oh, wait—”
“No, little princess,” Jagger growls, pulling away from me and steadying me with his hands, keeping me from turning around.
“No part of you will be off limits to me. Every sweet, dirty, fresh inch of your skin belongs to me.”
He makes his point by moving back in and letting his tongue flick across my most private of places. It feels so dirty, and the good girl in me knows how wrong and filthy this is. But the way his tongue makes me feel, and the way it sends fire through my body makes me want to reach back, grip his hair, and hold his tongue there forever. It’s almost overpowering.
Jagger’s tongue swirls wickedly over my ass, sending little lightning bolts through my whole body and making my breath catch. He brings a hand up between my legs and cups my aching pussy. He slips his thumb between my pussy lips and begins to rub agonizingly slow circles on my clit as he tongues me. His other hand grips my ass tightly, pulling me open for him and making my face turn bright red in something between shame and ecstasy as his tongue pushes deep into my ass.
He growls louder, his thumb moving faster and his tongue pushing deeper until I’m sure there’s no way I can feel any more incredible than I do right at that moment. But the more he does it to me, the more that feeling grows inside of me, until I’m positive I’m about to explode right there against his window. His thumb flicks over my tender clit again and again and again, and when he moans into me and slips his wet tongue so deep inside my ass, the whole world crashes around me.
I scream into the window, my breath leaving blurred steam trails across the glass as the single most powerful orgasm of my life explodes through me. Jagger keeps licking me through the whole thing, until my body goes weak and I’m sure my legs are literally about to give out.
I gasp as I fall, but suddenly, he’s there, scooping me into his powerful, muscled arms and effortlessly lifting me up into his chest. I nuzzle into him, panting for breath and losing myself in the scent and warmth of him.
“That was…that was…” I murmur into his skin, still not quite daring to open my eyes unless this proves to be a dream.
“Open your eyes, little princess,” he murmurs softly into my ear, as if reading my thoughts. “I promise you, you aren’t dreaming.”
And I do.
His eyes are the first thing I see, so full of heat, and power, and strength, but also full of a kindness I’ve only ever imagined.
“Now tell me, angel,” he purrs. “How was that?”
“Incredible,” I say softly, curling into him and burying my face in his neck. “That was incredible.”
“Good,” he growls. “Because I’ve only just begun to show you what I’m going to do to you.”
5
Skye
Jagger kisses me softly as he moves across the room. Gently, he lowers me onto the large bed, and it’s honestly the softest, comfiest thing I’ve ever sat on. He leans down, this huge mountain of a man, and kisses me again. His hands slide down my sides and find the edges of my sundress, tugging it up and only pulling away from the kiss in order to tug it over my head. My plain white bra follows, his fingers deftly slipping it from my skin and tossing it away until I’m bare and utterly naked under his fiery gaze.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs softly, his jaw tightening. “So unbelievably beautiful.”
He kisses me again as his hand reaches down and pulls at my panties, which are still tangled and twisted at my knees. He slips them off my feet before pushing me back. I giggle as I tumble back into the crazy-soft bed, melting into it and feeling my pulse roar as this dominant man lets his hungry gaze take in my naked body.
He shrugs his suit jacket off, folding it before tossing it over the back of a chair across the room. His eyes never leave mine as his fingers find the buttons of his dress-shirt and start to undo them, one at
a time. My heart pounds as he slowly reveals more and more of his body — the hard-packed muscles of his chest, the mouthwatering abs, and the tantalizing v-grooves that delve into his dress pants at his hips. And then there’s the ink, and that’s what sends a heated flush through my whole body.
He’s covered in tattoos, swirls of ink that give him an even scarier, darker, and more edged appearance. But I’m not scared — not of this man, and not after what he’s just shown me.
His eyes flash as he reaches for his belt, but just before he pulls at it, there’s a loud knocking at the door.
Jagger’s face clouds in fury, to the point where I’m terrified of what might happen if the knocking comes again. Which it does.
His jaw tenses menacingly, his eyes flashing something fierce before he looks back at me, and his look softens. He leans down over me, kissing me softly and tenderly and making me melt before he suddenly yanks one of the big duvets out from under me. He kisses me once more before pulling it over and around me, surrounding me in soft, clean, whiteness.
“One second,” he growls under his breath. “Don’t move.”
He whirls and strides for the door, the muscles of his neck and shoulders tensed and bunched. Fear jabs through me, and I find myself retreating into my little cocoon of soft, white duvet, totally buried under the covers with just one eye peeking out.
Jagger yanks the bedroom door open a crack. It’s just enough for me to see a man who I might normally consider terrifying looking but who himself looks terrified as Jagger glowers down on him.
He says something I can’t hear, swallowing nervously as he does. Whatever it is though, it’s clearly not good. Jagger roars, sending the man jumping back a step. I shiver, the heat and the bliss from earlier fading as the fear of the man Jagger Kovac is slams into me. Not the man who just made me feel like I was weightless and made my body tremble in pleasure, but the fearsome, legendarily cold man at the top of a major crime organization.
I shiver under the covers, retreating further into them.
“My changes will be approved,” he roars at the tattooed man outside the bedroom door. “And I expect my captains to fucking follow through with that! Is that clear?”
The man nods quickly, what sound like apologies tumbling from his lips before Jagger cuts him off with one pointed finger.
“Do not interrupt me with your ineptitude ever again.”
He slams the door, and the room goes quiet. His shoulders heave. I swallow thickly, and I’m sure it’s so loud that he can hear it, because that’s when he slowly turns from the door and looks right at me, huddled under the covers on his bed.
“I’m sorry, sweetness,” he says softly, the fury I’ve just witnessed evaporating like a morning fog right in front of my eyes. The anger and the rage melts away, showing instead that heated, captivating intensity.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he murmurs as he moves towards me. He pulls the covers back, his face hardening a little as he sees the look on my face.
“It takes a certain…” He frowns, his hand coming up and stroking my hair. Instantly, the fear starts to tumble away.
“It takes a certain will to run my business.”
I swallow, nodding slowly.
“You know my business — what it is I do.”
“Yes,” I say quietly, nodding.
“It’s not what you think, angel.”
My eyes drop to my hands, twisting in my lap.
“What is it you think I am, angel?”
I shake my head.
“It’s okay,” he says gently, cupping my jaw and raising my face up to look into my eyes softly. “You don’t ever need to be afraid of me. Never.”
“You’re a crime boss,” I finally say, chewing on my bottom lip. Jagger just smiles, his eyes radiating warmth and heat into mine.
“I run an empire, angel. Empires are empires, mine just takes a bit more finesse than others. Look, banks are criminal organizations that prey on the weak and helpless. Pharmaceutical companies commit genocide. I simply exist in a span between laws.”
I bite my lip, nodding.
“You’re curious about the yelling — about what that was about.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s none of my—”
“It is your business,” Jagger purrs, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. I can’t help but smile.
“It is your business now, because you’re with me now. You’re my everything, and so you deserve to know. You must know, actually.”
He tilts my head up again, and before I know it, he’s kissing my lips again — kissing me like he’s been waiting forever to do it.
“My everything,” he breathes.
And I want it so much.
I want to be his everything, molded to him, bound to him — by his side through all of it. I’m totally aware of how insane it sounds, that a man I was given to to settle a freaking bet should make me feel like this, but there’s no denying it. There’s no denying the pulsing need for him coursing through my body, or the way my whole world tilts on its axis just being around him.
And when he kisses me?
Well, forget it. Because I want to forget anything else but those kisses.
Jagger does just that again, kissing me until I’m sure we’ve left the earth behind and floated up into space. Slowly, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
So much more.
He stands, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands move to his belt. My pulse jumps, my whole body igniting with need.
“And now, angel,” he purrs, undoing his belt.
“Now I’m going to make you mine.”
6
Jagger
I undo my belt slowly, letting her eyes wash over me and relishing the way her cheeks flush and her breath catches as she drinks in my muscles and ink. The look only confirms what I already know — that this is all new to her. She’s never seen a man undress like this in front of her.
She’s never been touched by a man before. The thought sends the blood roaring through my ears and has my balls throbbing with need to have her. To be her first. To be her everything, forever.
I step out of my pants, my black boxers tented obscenely by my raging hard cock straining at the fabric. I growl lowly at the unabashedly hungry look in her unblinking eyes as I hook my thumbs unto the sides and pull them down. Skye gasps quietly as my thick, throbbing cock springs into view. It twitches, as if it knows its one and only is sitting right in front of it — like it’s hungry to taste her. A thick, white dollop of cum beads at the tip before dripping slowly down the underside, making the pulsing shaft slick and glistening.
I let my eyes burn into her as I reach down and wrap a hand around myself, stroking my cock slowly. I step onto the bed, pulling the duvet out of her hands and away from her and letting my eyes feast on this gorgeous, sexy, angelic creature laid out before me.
I move into her, scooping her tiny, frail frame into my arms and kissing her deeply. I relish the way her warm skin feels against mine — the way she moans softly into my lips. I want to kiss all of it away — all the shittiness in her life and all the bad cards she’s been dealt. She like a broken little bird whose wings need fixing. But I know there’s a powerful strength right beneath the surface, and I know that if I can mend her wings, she’ll soar.
I kiss her fiercely, my hands running down her sides and pulling her against my body. My lips move down her neck, biting hard and loving the way her fingers scratch at me when I do. I move lower, her chest rising and falling quickly with her breath as I move my lips to the sweet little buds of her breasts — small, perfect for my mouth.
My tongue swirls over her soft, pale pink nipples, pulling them against my tongue. My cock throbs hot against her bare thigh, and I swear to god I can smell the sweet candy of that perfect little tight cunt of hers.
I want fill it with my cum — make her messy and sticky with my seed, and then do it all over again. I want it filling her untouched womb
. I want her tasting it on her lips as a reminder of my claim. I want her to feel it warm and naughty deep in her ass, knowing I’ve claimed that too.
But first things first.
My hands spread her legs, and she whimpers. I move up, my cock dragging up her thigh and leaving a sticky, wet trail of my cum, glistening against her pale skin.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurts out, her face red like she’s just admitted a crime.
I smile, hungrily, triumphantly, my cock actually twitching against her and my blood roaring in my ears.
“Of course you are, sweetness,” I murmur, hungrily taking her mouth and kissing her like she’s mine before I pull away. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Because my cock will be the first you feel. It’ll be the only cock you feel, ever.”
Skye moans, whimpering hungrily.
“You’re— I mean it’s…” Her eyes drop to my big, thick cock, poised at the entrance to her heaven, and her look says it all.
“I won’t hurt you, sweetness,” I murmur. I kneel between her legs on the bed, my cock pulsing against her thigh. I squeeze out a dollop of creamy precum, watching it bead at the head and then smear across her thigh.
She moans.
I slide my cock between her soft, sweet, slick pussy lips. I don’t penetrate, but I ease the shaft between her folds. She whimpers, her face flushing with heat as I tease her little clit with the head.
“Feel how hard you make me, angel,” I groan, grazing my cock over her clit and feeling my balls twitch as pearly-white precum drips from my head and smears over her skin. “Do you feel how badly it wants to taste you, and claim you, and how much it wants to feel this tight, naughty little pussy grip it so sweet and tight when you come all over it?”
She moans as I push her legs up, pulling them together so that my cock is squeezed so tightly between her thighs, right against her slick heat. I grip both her tiny ankles in one big hand, holding her feet by my left shoulder and pumping my hips. I let my cock thrust between her tightly clenched thighs and over her clit. Skye gasps, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as she feels a man’s cock — my cock — right against her soft little pussy for the first time.
