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“Then let’s fucking hear you, Tiger.”

Chase bucked his hips. Another finger pushing into my arse. Moving with the other. I’d never fucking felt so fucking full in all my life as his fingers and his cock worked together in a way they shouldn’t.

The first scream ripped from my throat, and Chase’s name was on it.

Chapter Thirty Three

She was angry. And tense. And when my cock slid into that pussy for the first time that night, I could feel it all inside her. I didn’t go in slowly. I needed to punish her for being angry with me. To take control. And she fucking needed that too. My hand gripped her throat, watching her react in the mirror. My cock took that first scream from her, her mouth opening, but no sound coming out. Her pupils were already dilated, her eyes even darker in her reflection.

And for a while I moved in and out of her steadily, watching her face as I grabbed at her throat and plunged my cock in her pussy. Her tits bobbed with each thrust. Just full enough that they moved and hung just a fraction lower as I bent her over the bed. Her hands spread out on the blood red covers, her fingers clawing at the satin with each movement of my cock.

The muscles in her thighs strained, long, toned legs and smooth skin brushing the front of mine when my cock bottomed out inside of her. Her flesh wobbling as I pulled back, the slightest of shaking mixing with the heavy gasps as my hand constricted her breathing. Inside that pussy she was so fucking hot, and growing slicker each time I moved in and out. And then she let out a little cry, the sound vibrating against my hand. Fuck, how I wanted to hear her.

My balls clenched, a tensing in my stomach. And now I moved harder, pounding her pussy, ramming in and out, harder and harder, the cries now coming from her growing louder. But not as loud as I wanted her. I wanted her screaming. I didn’t care what she said as long as every thrust of my cock made her scream. I slammed in hard, the head of my cock thumping deep inside of her somewhere, and she lost her footing, falling into the palm of my hand. I closed my eyes for a second and breathed, wrapping my arm around her and splaying out my fingers. That was fucking beautiful, and if I did that again right now, I’d be coming first, not her.

I took another breath and then started again, regaining the same furious pace, fucking her so hard she was writhing to get away from me, but the cries from her throat were telling me something else.

“Shit,” Jazz hissed suddenly, the back of her thighs tensing against the front of mine, her pussy clamping down on the entire length of my dick. “I’m going to co…”

I slid from her quickly, and she half gasped, half squeaked.

“Not fucking coming yet, Tiger. Not yet. Move your leg,” I instructed through gritted teeth, desperate to bury myself back into that tight fucking hole.

I grabbed her right leg, my fingers digging into the hot flesh of her thigh, moving her knee onto the bed so she had one leg spread up and out. Her arse cheeks pulled apart, her battered pussy on show, the light glinting off the juices that clung to her swollen lips, engorged and red and gaping slightly from where I had been forcing her open onto my cock. But my eyes travelled up to the tight hole that was exposed above. Puckered. Inviting.

I shook my head, positioning the head of my cock against her, watching her engorged pussy lips swallowing me as I pushed inside. I bit my lip, stilling the thoughts racing round my brain. I glanced at the table, eyeing the lube.

“Ah fuck!” she shouted.

Fucking music to my ears. I needed more of that, and I wasn’t taking my cock out of her to reach the fucking side table. I took my hand from my neck, feeling up her chin to her mouth. With the slightest pressure, she parted those lips, not resisting as I pushed them inside her. I pumped my cock again, crooked my fingers as I tried to drown the tension as her insides grabbed at my shaft.

Fuck.

“Fucking suck them, Jazz.”

She swirled her tongue over the ends, and I closed my eyes, moving my cock inside her, but slowing. I’d put that fucking smart mouth to use, but for now, I was finishing in her pussy.

“Spit on them. I want them wetter.”

“What?”

“Spit on my fucking fingers, Jazz.” I pushed into her hard, knowing I couldn’t hold off much longer. “You’re going to scream while I fuck you, Tiger. Either from enjoyment or pain. I don’t give a fuck. But I want to fucking hear it. So, I’d suggest you fucking do as you’re told.”

She spat a little blob of spit onto my fingers, lubricating the ends, not knowing what I had in my fucking sordid mind. But as soon as I swiped over the uneven tissue of the hole that had been fucking willing me to touch it, she jolted forward. I tensed the arm wrapped around her stomach, holding her tight.

I kissed at her neck, trailing my tongue over that vein, feeling for the pulse that was bounding rabid against the skin. And then I circled the flesh, feeling for the tiny give of her hole. She tensed again, and I bit the top of her shoulders, listening to the gasp that escaped. The distraction was enough for the tip of my finger to dip inside.

She cried out now. Like a whimper. Aroused. Confused. And I pushed in a little further, feeling her legs buckle just slightly. My fucking dirty girl liked this. I could tell. She hadn’t told me no; the sounds she made were even more delicious.

My finger sank further. Inside her arse by a knuckle. And I stilled, to give her time to get used to it. For her brain to find the pleasure, not the pain. Then I pushed down again, twisting slightly, gently, slowly pulling back out. She gasped and criedat the same time, and I gave a thrust of my cock, distracting her somewhere else as I pushed my finger inside her again. Her hole puckered, tensing, stretching, contracting, but easing now, enough to slowly push another finger inside of her.

She moaned hard. Tensing immediately.

“Let me in, Tiger,” my voice was hoarse, rough, filled with control, control teetering right on the very edge.

Jazz relaxed a little as I edged the other finger backwards, moving and stretching her with the one buried into her up the second knuckle, stroking inside her.

“Chase,” her voice was cracking, vulnerable. “I’m going to come. I need to come. Please, I need it.”