“I can handle it,” I assured him. My skin ached for his large, rough hands, but I stayed still. This decision had to be entirely his own.
Jacques cursed, grabbing me roughly by the back of my neck and crushing me to him for a hard, bruising kiss. I melted into him instantly, opening myself to be used as he wished. One hand delved into my hair, holding me in place with a tight grip, the other ran down my body, cupping my ass and holding me tight against him. I could already feel how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans. My hands fumbled at his belt until I released his hard, straining cock, and I gasped.
He was huge, bigger than any of the others.
Jacques chuckled darkly, taking my hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock. My fingers didn’t meet. I imagined how it would feel to have his cock inside me, stretching me, and let out a small, tight whimper.
“You’re going to take all of that, aren’t you?” Jacques said. “Every inch.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, though I couldn’t imagine how it would fit. “Please.”
Jacques pulled away. “On your knees,” he said, one hand pushing me down. I rushed to obey him. I could already feel my wetness against my thighs. Cock in hand, Jacques placed it against my lips, and my tongue darted out to flick the tip of his cock, taste the salt of his precum. Jacques rumbled his approval. “Open,” he said, and my jaw dropped obediently.
Instantly, his cock invaded my mouth, the head of it against the back of my throat, and I gagged at his unfamiliar girth. “That’s right, choke on it,” he said, picking up a steady rhythm, one hand against the back of my head, holding me in place. “Good girl, you like that?”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t even moan. His cock thrust deeper down my throat. Gripping a fistful of my hair, he tilted my head up. “Look at me while you suck my cock,” he growled.
After what seemed an age, he released me and I fell back, breathing heavily, wiping at the drool that coated my chin. “Bend over,” he said, jerking his head toward the armchair behind me. I scrambled into position, my ass in the air. A cold breeze danced over my wet pussy, and I shivered deliciously.
“Such a sweet little ass,” Jacques purred, before landing a stinging slap against my skin. I yelped at the unexpected sensation. “No wonder my men wanted you here. Have they been making good use of you?” I whimpered. “Answer me.” This time, his slap landed against my wet, sensitive clit, and I cried out.
“Yes,” I said, almost sobbing.
“Good,” Jacques said, his voice smooth as silk. His fingers played at my clit, alternating between tight, gentle circles and little stinging slaps. I inched closer and closer to release.
“Not yet,” Jacques cautioned. “I want to be inside you when you cum.”
“Please,” I gasped, and Jacques’ movements stilled.
“Please what?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual.
“Please fuck me,” I said. Jacques chuckled.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said.
Then he was inside me, my tender flesh stretching to accommodate him. He was big, so big. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.
“Now, Isabel,” Jacques whispered, and the sound of my name in his voice was my undoing. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as I felt my pussy clench over and over on his cock. I babbled incoherently as I came, begging for him not to stop, to fuck me harder, deeper.
The last wave of my orgasm passed, and I draped, boneless, across the back of the armchair. “Oh no,” Jacques said, a dark tone of warning in his voice, “I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulled away from me and turned me to face him. Heat blazed in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he said. “I intend to take my time with it.”
Pinned by his gaze, I allowed him to back me up until I felt my bare back meet the wall. Jacques’ eyes never left mine. I realized that he was still wearing most of his clothes, and I tugged at the edge of his shirt. “Off,” I said, a plaintive note in my voice.
A moment of hesitation, so brief I almost might have imagined it, and then the shirt was gone, revealing powerful muscles crossed with countless scars. Silently, I lifted my fingers to trace one of the twisted lines of scar tissue. I heard Jacques’ breath catch. He stood very still, trembling just slightly, as he allowed me to continue my exploration of his body.
Finally, he caught my wrists in his hands, pinning them against the wall above my head as he entered me again, my legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked me hard against the wall, causing items on the mantle to rattle and crash to the floor. Neither of us paid any heed to the mess, caught up as we were in each others’ bodies.