The next thing I know, Jagger’s on his back and his head is between my legs. The wispy strands of his hair prickle against my inner thigh, and he says, “Sit on my face.”
I hesitate, feeling a little self-conscious and inexperienced when it comes to this position. When I don’t move, he pinches his fingertips into each of my ass cheeks and pulls me down.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. I wasn’t expecting that. His teeth nibble at my clit and I blink away the stars flickering in my eyes.
Two fingers shove inside me and there is nothing gentle about the way he’s working them.
Knuckle-deep, he curls his fingers, pumping them continuously. I can feel my arousal dripping from me, and he uses his tongue to clean up the mess I’m making. “Damn. You are soaked.”
He sucks harder, then resumes flicking his tongue as I bite hard on my lip. My chest rises and falls in rapid movements, hips swaying.
When he pulls his fingers out, I grumble. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Someone’s bossy.” His laughter vibrates against my sex. “But I’m in control here and you won’t come until I let you.”
“Nice try, but no one controls me.” I push myself up on my hands until my back has only a slight arch, and I roll and grind, leaving him no choice. The short stubble of his chin grates against my pussy, and I cry out in pleasure.
Two hands land on my inner thigh, pinching with tenacity and bringing blood to the surface, and I know to expect twin bruises from it. Jagger pushes up, pulling me away from his face.
“What are you doing?” I ask, breathless.
“Whatever I want.”
He comes up from behind me, his chest ghosting my back. One finger presses to my chin and he lifts. “You tell me if it’s too rough, all right, baby?”
I nod against his touch.
“Good. Because then I’ll fuck you harder. I wanna hear you scream, Scarlett.”
I’m screwed—literally.Who am I and since when do I let any man control me like this? It’s out of the norm for me, but damn if I wouldn’t crawl on my knees, begging at this point.
I draw in a deep breath, preparing myself, but before I can even exhale, Jagger is plunging his beast of a cock inside me.
My lungs deflate on impact, and my body jolts forward, nails scratching into the surface of the concrete floor beneath me.
Two hands land on my hips, fingers burying into my skin. Jagger pushes me out, then pulls me back in, filling me up completely. My stomach bulges with each thrust, where his cock settles inside me. He rolls his hips left and right, molding me for him, and while there’s a bite of pain, I won’t make him stop. I’ll never make him stop.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice heady and gruff.
“No,” I tell him on an exhale.
Not satisfied with my response, he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling back and exposing my neck. I gasp, while he thrusts deeper—harder, faster. My ass ricochets off his pelvic bone, and my knees grind against the floor, small pebbles of the concrete embedding into my kneecaps.
“And now?”
I’m my own worst enemy when I grit back at him, “No.”
He jerks harder, and my hair follicles are on fire. When he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing, I gulp. I whimper. I moan. I cry out. I manage to get out the words, “Oh god, Jagger.” My entire body seizes up. My blood pumps faster. My heart racing, and the pulse in my neck pounding against his palm. My walls clench, squeezing his cock—until he slows his motions to nothing more than a steady in and out. His hands drop back to my hips, and I internally beg for him to choke me again.
“Did I say you could come, yet?”
“Finish me off, dammit.” My words are laced with intent because, if he doesn’t, I’ll pin him to the ground and ride his cock until I’m squirting all over his stomach.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He pounds into me again, his hand slapping at my pussy while he growls an animalistic sound. I bridge my back and meet him, thrust for thrust, as I reach the height of my climax. I can feel the head of his cock expand right before he grunts and releases inside me.
My mouth falls agape as I exhale all the pent-up air in my lungs.
A couple more pumps, and he pulls out before I drop straight to the ground, completely naked. My mind is in an altered state; I’m unable to think clearly.