Paying The Debt (Innocence Claimed Book 3) Page 4

  I look down, my dick so obscenely huge and throbbing as it pumps between her thighs. Precum drips freely from the fat head, dripping onto her stomach, coating her pussy with my need for her, and making her thighs slick and sticky. I pump faster, growling, feeling her tight little cunt lips grip at me like they’re the pouty lips on her face. Her little clit drags up and down my shaft, my balls resting against her ass on every thrust. She pants faster and faster, her whole body blushing red with her desire, with her need for me as I make her feel things she’s never felt.

  “Play with your nipples, sweetness,” I groan, punctuating my words with more thrusting.

  Skye cries out, nodding eagerly as her eyes lock onto mine. Her small hands slide up her thighs to cup her little breasts. Fingers tease over her soft nipples, pinching them harder than I might have done myself. I growl to myself, making a note to remember that for later, to make her scream.

  I reach down as I pump against her and run my thumb over the slickness my precum and her desire have made on her thighs. It comes away glistening and sticky, and I growl as I bring it to her lips. Her eyes meet mine, going wide. Her face flushes, but slowly, she opens her lips.

  “Good girl,” I purr, slipping my thumb between those pouty lips. I groan as she closes those soft pillows around my thumb and sucks, imagining it's my big cock stretching those lips so obscenely as I claim her mouth later.

  I can feel my balls drawing up, my cock throbbing hard and harder. I start to fuck her thighs harder, and she squeals so sweetly, panting and arching her hips off the bed to meet my thrusting.

  “Come for me, sweetness,” I hiss, my jaw tight as I feel the release threatening to overtake me. “Come for me and let me feel that sweet little princess cum covering my balls. Come for me, and you’ll be mine, forever.”

  She screams as she explodes, her whole body seizing up, her fingers twisting her nipples hard, and her whole face scrunching up as the orgasm rocks through her. I roar, rocking my hips forward as my cock loses the battle and throbs with my own release. My cum pulses out of my twitching shaft in thick, white ropes, covering her belly in my hot sticky cream. It splashes over her breasts, one thick streak across her nipples. I keep pumping her thighs, and more cum than I’ve released at once ever just keeps coming out. It covers her belly, pooling in her belly button, covering her thighs and soaking into her sweet little pussy.

  For a moment, the idea of getting her pregnant with my seed without even entering her crosses my mind. The thought keeps my cock hard as an iron bar. The idea of her swelling with my child gets my blood roaring all over again.

  But I know she’s still intact. I know I haven’t broken that in yet.

  Yet.

  When my cock finally stops pulsing and emptying hot white cum across her soft skin, I groan. I ease down, my lips finding her panting mouth and claiming those breaths as my own.

  This is one step closer to making her a woman. My woman.

  “Are you ready, my love?”

  She whimpers at the word, and I barely realize I’ve said it until after it leaves my lips. Fuck I’ve never used that word with a single person, but it just comes out with her. I don’t regret it for an instant.

  “Ready?” she says quietly.

  “For me to make you mine, entirely.”

  Her eyes go wide. “You mean…” She bites her lip, cheeks flushing as she nods.

  “Yes,” my angel says quietly. “This is all so crazy. I mean, we’ve only just met—”

  “And yet it feels so real. So right.”

  Her eyes snap to mine. “Yes.” She nods. “I can’t explain it, but it’s just this thing.”

  “Then don’t worry about explaining it.”

  I kiss her again and she melts into it, moaning softly as my tongue parts those soft pillowy lips. My cock hasn’t gone down at all, and it pulses with need against her soft thigh.

  It wants more.

  A lot more.

  “You’re still hard,” Skye whispers thickly into my lips, her voice heavy with lust.

  “You’ll find that I will be constantly hard for you, sweetness.”

  “Why me?”

  She says it quietly, her eyes locked on mine in the glowing sunset out over the water.

  I don’t even have to think of an answer, because it just comes to me, effortlessly.

  “Because we were fated to be together. I’m not a religious man,” I say slowly. “But I believe in something that draws us together with those we were meant to be with. And you?” I shake my head. “I’ve wanted you before I even knew who you were.”

  Skye gasps as she kisses me, one hand cupping my cheek and making me damn near melt.

  “I’m ready,” she whispers. “I want you to. I want you to take all of me.”

  “You want to feel this,” I stroke my cock against her, teasing her soft, untouched pussy lips with my head. More pre-cum leaks out, coating her with my slickness and making her so wet and eager for me.

  “You want to feel this inside of you.”

  “Yes,” she whimpers before suddenly, she blinks, and looks down at herself.

  “I should shower first. I’m—”

  “No,” I growl. “Not a chance.”

  “But—”

  “I want you covered in my sticky cum when I make you mine. When I fill you with my seed, I want to see it shining on your skin as well. I want you to feel my claim and my cum in and on you, always.”

  7

  Skye

  It feels so dirty, lying there covered in his cum. I can feel it warm and sticky on my skin, and it feels so wrong and makes me feel so filthy in the best possible way.

  So wrong, and so alive.

  Jagger slides up next to me on the bed, moving me onto my side and sliding behind me. His thick, tattooed arms wrap protectively around me, pulling me close and making me feel like nothing in the world could ever hurt me while he’s holding me like this.

  I can feel his thick cock pulsing so huge, pressed against my ass. His fingers rub my nipples, making me feel so sexy, and making me want him so insanely much. He reaches up for my face, cupping my jaw and tilting my head up as he leans down and kisses me deeply. I lose myself in that kiss as I feel his thick cock pushing between my thighs.

  It slips thickly between my thighs, the head poking through. I glance down, past my tummy at his big dick slipping in and out — wet with my desire and his cum. I know that he’s not wearing a condom, but I also know that I don’t want him to.

  I want him bare.

  The thought of this dangerous man making me his — really his, by filling my womb with his seed makes my head spin. It makes my body tingle like it’s never tingled before, and makes my heart fill with so much feeling that I’m not sure it can hold it all.

  I want this man to claim me like that. I want his seed to take hold in my young womb, and slowly swell me up with his child. The thought is so wrong, and so filthy, and yet so right, that it makes my whole body melt into him.

  His hands pulls one of my knees, holding my leg up as his thick head lodges at my entrance.

  “Now I’m going to make a woman out of you,” he purrs into my ear, making me actually moan out loud. “My woman.”

  I shiver, whimpering.

  “I’m going to imprint the feel of my cock on the inside of this sweet cunt, so that it knows it forever. It’ll know mine and no one else’s, forever.”

  He pushes forward, and the thick head slips just inside. I gasp, feeling him right again my hymen, ready to push through and claim me as his own.

  “Mine,” he whispers.

  And he pushes forward.

  It hurts, but then it’s wonderful sweet bliss as his enormous cock slowly slides inside. I cry out, feeling him stretch me wide. He pushes slowly, and the pain fades into pure pleasure as he gradually fills me, inching his huge cock deep, deep inside where no one has ever touched me before. I realize the sound I’m hearing is my own wail of pleasure as he pushes deeper and deeper, until with
a soft moan, I feel him bottom out entirely.

  I gasp, glancing down and seeing that his entire cock is buried in my pussy. The soft pink lips stretch wide around the base of him, resting against his heavy balls as if kissing them. Jagger groans, flexing, and I gasp as I feel his cock throb deep inside of me. I watch as his balls — so full of more of that sweet sticky cum — twitch against my pussy lips.

  Slowly, he pulls out, leaving half of his cock inside of me. I can see the slick, glistening wetness of me clinging to the part that slides out before he rocks his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt again.

  He goes slow at first, letting me get used to him and letting my small little pussy stretch to his girth. My hand reaches up, pulling his strong jaw to mine and kissing him with everything I have. Tongues meld together, his hips rock against my ass as his big cock fills me to the absolute brim on every stroke. I can feel his heavy balls against my clit, his cum from earlier still sticky on my skin. The thought of him being everywhere — on my skin and inside of me — makes me wetter than I’ve ever been, and my whole body trembles with need for him.

  For more.

  Jagger pulls out, and I’m confused, and sad, and wanting him back inside of me and wondering if I did something incorrectly.

  “Am I doing it wrong?”

  His look hardens before slowly, he pulls me into him, kissing me fiercely.

  “You’re doing everything right, sweetness.”

  “It’s just that—”

  “Trust me, angel,” he purrs. “Nothing in this world has ever felt as incredible as you do right now. Because nothing in this world has ever been you.”

  I moan softly as he kisses me again, and I’m kissing him back, our tongues swirling together, as he rolls onto his back and pulls me astride his hips.

  “What— oh.”

  I moan as his big hands lift me up, his cock nestling against my soft opening. He pulls me down gently, filling me with his shaft until I can feel his balls on my ass. Hands grab my hips, and he starts to move me, showing me how to roll my hips and how to swallow every inch of his thickness. I cry out, bouncing on him under his guidance and rolling my hips to feel him deep inside like he shows me.

  Nothing has ever felt this good before. Not even close.

  His hands move to my ass, grabbing it tight and moving me up and down every thick inch of his incredible cock. I can feel my slickness dripping down his shaft, the wet sounds of us coming together filling the room obscenely.

  “Touch yourself, sweetness” Jagger growls. He takes one of my hands and brings it to where we meet.

  “Play with that little pussy for me while I feel it stretch around my big cock.”

  I gasp, my fingers rolling over my clit as he drives in deep. I moan, feeling him stretch me so wide, and feeling him fill me so deeply. I’m moving faster, and with more determination as he growls and runs his hands over me. I’m rolling my hips, and feeling like a real woman.

  Like his woman.

  I start to bounce up and down, rubbing my little clit, tossing my head back, and just letting go as I lose myself in him.

  “Let go,” he purrs, cupping my tight ass in his big hands, his eyes burning fiercely into mine. “I want to feel that sweet little pussy drench my balls. I want to watch you shatter and explode all over my big cock as I fill this sweet young cunt with every drop of my cum.”

  Jagger pulls me down onto him, his cock pushing so deep and grinding inside of me, and it’s the last thing I can take. I cry out, my entire body exploding as I crash into the orgasm, perched on his thick shaft. I tumble forward, burying myself in his muscled chest as the climax tears through me. Jagger roars, hands gripping me tight as his hips slam against mine. I cry out as I feel him swell up even bigger, before suddenly, I can feel the sticky hot heat of him exploding deep inside of me.

  I tumble right into another orgasm as I feel warmth pulsing deep inside, filling me, his sticky cum throbbing deep inside my womb.

  “All mine,” he whispers.

  “All yours,” I say softly.

  8

  Jagger

  I find her in the study later, after our shower where I soothed whatever soreness I left her with with my tongue between her legs. She’s wearing an old t-shirt of mine, and while it positively envelopes her like a knee-length robe, it’s also somehow the sexiest I’ve ever seen her.

  So young, so perfect, so untouched.

  Well, except by me.

  She’s like an angel, bathed in moonlight off the ocean when I step into the glass-walled room with two cups of tea.

  “Oh, sorry,” she says quickly, whirling to look at me as I step into the office

  “Don’t be.”

  “I wasn't sure if I could be in here,” she says with a shallow shrug.

  It’s then that she realizes I’m naked, and I can see the blush even in the darkness of the room.

  “Yes?” I say with a wicked grin, loving the way she bites her lip as I step closer.

  “Don't you have house staff? Guards?”

  I shrug. “Yes.”

  “And?”

  “And they don’t mind. Or I don’t care if they mind. It’s my house. And it is a glass one, at that. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

  She smiles bashfully, glancing down at my half hard cock. I can see the flush creeping across her neck, and it stirs something in me.

  “And of course you can be in here,” I purr, setting the mugs down on my desk and scooping her up. I press her again the glass wall overlooking the ocean, hungry for her all over again.

  “You can be anywhere. This is all yours now.”

  “You mean that?”

  “Of course I do. This is your home, if you wish. Here with me.”

  She shakes her head, smiling at me incredulously. “This isn’t some dream, is it?”

  “Not at all,” I growl. “Or at least not one I’d ever want to wake from. You’re mine now, and all of this is yours.”

  She melts against me, little mewling sounds falling from her lips as one of her legs wraps around my waist.

  Fast learner. I like that.

  My cock throbs rock hard again, pulsing hot against her belly and denied her pussy by way of the thin sheet of cotton of my t-shirt she wears. Our tongues duel before I pull my hungry mouth away and trail it down her neck, leaving reminders of who she belongs to on her skin.

  “Just so we’re clear, you will not be naked in this house.”

  She grins. “Oh no?”

  “No,” I growl.

  “Says who?”

  She gasps as I grab her tight, pressing myself against her and grabbing her ass possessively.

  “Says me,” I purr dangerously, loving how she whimpers and moans against me.

  “And why's that?”

  “Because good help is hard to find, and I’d have to start killing any of my men who looked at you.”

  She blushes, biting her lip again.

  “Do you have female help?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Female help, around the house.”

  I know where she’s going with this, but I make a point of hiding my smile.

  “Perhaps.”

  “Well maybe I’ll have to start killing them for looking at that,” she nods down at my throbbing dick.

  I arch a brow. “Well played. Fine, boxers it is. I do enjoy my cook.”

  Skye giggles as I spin her and set her on the desk, passing her the mug of tea. We sit in silence, drinking and looking out over the ocean, just reveling in being alone with each other.

  My eyes catch it right before hers do, and I silently curse myself, even though I’ve just told her the whole house is open to her, with no secrets.

  “What is that?” she says quietly.

  I won’t lie to her. Besides the fact that her goddamn name is on the front of file folder, I’m incapable of being untruthful to her.

  “It’s my file on you.”

  Her eyes dart to mine, a shadow crossing her
face.

  “Your what?”

  “My file on you. I did my research on your father, far before the card game. He’s part of a legacy of this organization that I’d like to leave behind, though he wasn’t so keen on that.”

  “You mean drugs,” she says quietly.

  “Yes.”

  “What does this have to do with me?”

  “That folder, Skye,” I say slowly.

  “That folder was what made me love you. It documents every abuse — every time he hit you, every time he struck you, or hurt you. It showed me how good you were — an angel in the shadows where you didn’t belong.”

  She swallows, her eyes wide as she looks at me.

  “And so you thought you could just pluck me up and make me yours?” she says defiantly. “That you could just swoop in and take me and—”

  “Yes,” I growl fiercely, and she gasps at the ferocity in my voice as I pull her close.

  “Yes, a thousand times yes,” I say icily, my jaw tight. “I saw what I wanted, and how amazing she was, and how she made me feel things I thought I’d forgotten how to feel in this dark world I live in, and I took her and made her mine.”

  Slowly, I watch the smile spread across her lips.

  “Good,” she whispers. “I’m glad you did.”

  She kisses me, and I’m lost. Head over heels lost. I’ve done a million terrible, cruel, dark, wicked things in my life to get to where I am, and somehow, she absolves me of every single sin with that kiss.

  I kiss her back fiercely, pushing her shirt up and off her head. I pull her close, feeling the heat of her back under my fingertips and the way her nipples drag against my bare chest. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling it tight enough for her to gasp into my mouth. My hips spread her legs, and when I reach down between us, my hand finds her soft, tender, wet petals and spread those as well.

  She whimpers as one of my fingers slides in. Jesus, I can barely get a finger inside and that's after she’s had my cock. I curl it up, grinding my palm into her clit and stroking my finger in and out of her sticky wetness. I let a second one slip in beside it, making her moan louder and deeper. I grip her hair possessively, kissing her as I use my fingers to make her wetter and wetter until I’m sure she’s leaving a stain on my desk.