Jagger (Broken Doll 2)

“You’ll have it soon enough,” he said, somehow knowing exactly what I was thinking. Jag slid a hand down over his crotch, squeezed his package through his pants. It was so erotic, I let out a tortured moan.

“Hurry.” My chest was heaving as I squirmed on the cool sheets. I was so wet and needy, I was going to scream at him for worrying about his clothes being perfectly folded if he didn’t touch me soon.

“Stop.” I froze at Jag’s sharp order. “That’s mine.”

I blinked, confused by his rough growl. Jag t

ilted his head toward the juncture of my thighs and a flush of heat bloomed, spreading from my head to my toes. Embarrassed, I yanked my hand from between my legs. I was so horny, I hadn’t realized I was touching myself until Jag told me to stop.

Hands fisted in the bedding, I watched as Jag unzipped his trousers, painstakingly folded them, and placed them on the bench with his other clothes. By the time he was naked, his glorious body on full display, magnificent cock standing out from a dark patch of trimmed hair that trailed down from his abs, I was a keening, squirming mess. Finally, he climbed onto the bed. Jag used his thick, muscular thighs to push my legs apart until he was kneeling between them.

When he wrapped a big hand around his erection and began to languidly stroke it, my back arched and my hips bucked off the bed.

“Please,” I moaned, arching my back in a futile attempt to rub against that perfect, meaty cock. I wanted it to fill me up, stretch me wide, and fuck away the horrific memories—the pain, and the filth left behind after what happened. I wanted him. To make sure our connection was still as strong as before the nightmare.

Jag released his flushed cock and leaned over to give me a deep, searing kiss. With his hands braced on either side of my head, Jag kept his weight off of me, our mouths the only part of us touching. My body literally ached for him to press his bulk down on me, crush me into the mattress, cover me with his hot, heavy muscles. I reached for his waist to do just that, but Jag was faster. He grabbed my hands and pinned them next to my head, all without stopping his mouth from ravaging mine.

A frustrated growl rumbled in my chest and my body trembled as I lost all control over my desire. Jag huffed out a laugh against my mouth and I bit his lip in response, hoping to urge him on. I felt him smile against my lips and wanted to scream. The teasing was driving me out of my mind. When Jag lowered his hips until the searing heat of his hard, smooth length slid along my slick crease, I could have cried with relief. He released my hands and fell to his elbows. Staring into my eyes, Jag slowly dragged his cock back and forth between my legs, the fat head rubbing against my clit and stealing my breath with each pass. He lowered his head and sucked one of my tight nipples into his mouth. The dual stimulation made my eyes roll back and I let out a strangled cry. Jag wasn’t swayed by my begging. He continued slowly swirling his velvet tongue around the sensitive bud and gave it a light nip before releasing it. My hips jerked up, increasing the friction from his cock.

Jag groaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck, doll. I’m not even inside you and you’ve got me on the edge.”

“More,” I pleaded. It felt so good, but I was still achingly empty.

“Jesus,” he rasped. Jag’s hips stilled and I wanted to burst into tears. Before I could protest, he claimed my mouth in a savage kiss, releasing me and leaving me wanting. Then I felt the tickle of Jag’s hair brushing across my skin. My lover, my protector, my savior, dropped sweet soulful kisses on every cut inflicted, every scar left behind on my body until tears filled my eyes and I was gasping for breath, the enormity of the moment overwhelming me.

“These mean nothing, Miri. Let me take the pain, endure it for you.” He kissed another. “I love every bit of you, even the scars you bear that show the world how strong you are.”

Spots clouded my vision as I struggled for air. It was too much. My cheek felt damp, but I couldn’t move to wipe away the tears. Right as I became desperate to breathe, Jag pressed one last kiss, this one on my lips, then reared up and thrust forward brutally, impaling me on his massive cock, bringing me back from the edge of the emotional cliff I was teetering on.

My body shuddered with relief as I felt the burn of him stretching me open. Jag threw his head back and reared up, pulling his mouth away to allow me to suck in a deep breath. I lifted my head and licked a path up the long line of his tan throat, loving the sandpaper feel of stubble under my tongue. I was damn near panting but Jag hadn’t moved since entering me.

“Miri… God, so fucking good.”

“Jag,” I mewled. His cock throbbed inside the tight walls of my pussy.

Jag still didn’t move and I was becoming desperate. No longer content to wait, I dug my heels into the firm muscles of his ass and raked my nails across his back. Jag hissed and his head dropped so he could hold me with his intense gaze. The feral look in his eyes nearly made me come right then and there. Jag snarled and bit my neck, right over the pulse point beneath my ear.

“Oh my God.” I jerked when his teeth sank into my flesh. The same time he sucked the skin into his mouth, Jag pulled his hips back and slammed back in. The power of his thrust knocked the air right out of my lungs as I screamed his name. “Jag!”

He released the tender skin and laved his tongue over what was probably a dark purple mark. Jag’s mark. “You want me to fuck you?” he whispered against my throat. Jag nipped at my earlobe. The hairs on the back of my neck pricked as his hot breath caressed my sensitive ear.

I nodded and twisted my body beneath him to get more, but Jag was unmovable. He jabbed his tongue in my ear and I squealed.

“I want to hear you say it, doll.”

Holy crap. I had never been so turned on in my life. Breathless, I managed three words.

“Fuck me, Jag.”

With a feral grin, he gave me a sloppy kiss and propped back up on his hands, looming over me like a dark-haired god. Without warning, Jag rolled his hips, sliding that magnificent cock in and out of my wet heat. With each sinuous undulation of his body that would make any male stripper jealous, the bulbous head of his dick not only rubbed that perfect spot inside, but his pelvis ground down on my clit. Within minutes, I was soaring.

“Jag… I’m close… oh God… oh God.”

“Come on, doll, give it to me,” he grunted. Sweat dripped from his temples, his glorious chest glistening in the dark room, the only light from the full moon hanging in the sky and shining through the windows. “Let me hear you scream. Give me your pain, Miri, and I’ll give you pleasure.” Jag continued his steady, rolling rhythm and I exploded, tremors tearing through me as I clenched and pulsed around his cock.

“Jag… Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck…” I couldn’t stop moaning and cursing as Jag took me to heaven. White lights burst behind my eyelids and my entire body tensed as I came. Jag kept right on fucking me through the incredible orgasm, making the aftershocks go on and on until I thought I’d pass out from pleasure.

“That’s it, doll,” he encouraged. “So goddamn fuckin’ gorgeous.” Jag took my mouth again, wet and fierce, teeth and tongues clashing as I continued moaning.