Page 57 of Claimed By the Villain

She’s flat against the mattress, eyes following me like prey watching a predator.

Without a word, I lift her thigh onto my forearm. My cock is long and thick, so with just a small shift, my head is already nestled at her entrance.

“I’m going to start like this—pushing in slowly so you can get used to having me in this pussy. When you’re more open for me, I’m going to fuck you for real.”

I slide my arm diagonally under her thigh, my hand splayed wide around her neck. Locking eyes with her, I push my hips forward. Just the brush of my head over her wet lips makes my jaw clench. I pump again, and she moans.

“Feels good?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods.

I find a rhythm, just enough depth to let her adjust, but when she starts to clench around me, I know she’s ready for more.

I move over her, hooking one of her thighs around my hip while holding the other with my forearm.

I nip her chin to give her a sharp bite of pain, countering it with a slow thrust at her entrance.

She starts rolling her hips and I slide my cock slowly between her lips, going deeper each time. I pull back and ease in again, working her walls to stretch her, but I’m already at the limit of my control.

“Look at us, Jackie. You’re mine now.”

Before she can even process what’s happening, I bury myself fully inside her. She bites her lip hard, and I free it with my teeth, sucking gently.

She rolls her hips, giving my balls a delicious squeeze.

“Fuck, Jackie.”

Her eyes stay locked on mine. I pull all the way out and drive back in deep, my whole body wound tight.

She cries out and clenches around me. The pleasure of her grip is torture.

I lower myself to kiss her, stilling my hips, working my tongue into her sweet mouth.

I roll my hips slowly, and when her sighs turn to sounds of pleasure, I start thrusting in a smooth, steady rhythm, feeling her open up for me.

I drop the arm holding her thigh and use it to angle her better. Lifting her hips off the bed, I start driving deep again.

Her lips part in surprise at the hard invasion, but soon lust replaces the shock of me forcing my way into her tight body.

I fuck her faster, and she meets me, her pussy gripping me every time I pull out. I pound into her without pause, Jackie moaning my name and writhing under me, her nails clawing into my back.

The hard scratching, fueled by her arousal, shreds my control. I grab her ass and slam into her, our bodies meeting in a rhythm of pure lust.

A sound like a cat’s cry slips from her throat. She mutters incoherent words, licks my chest, bites me, and begs for release.

I find her clit and rub, her walls tightening around me as she calls my name and makes promises—coming hard on my cock.

I lose myself for a moment in her expression of pleasure, in the possessive surge that hits me seeing her let go of every barrier.

For me.

With me.

I’m nowhere near finished. I flip her onto her stomach, her body stretched flat across the bed.

Using my feet, I pin her legs apart as far as they’ll go and sink back into her pussy.

I fist her hair from behind as I thrust hard and fast.