Page 41 of Jackal's Pride
She’s mine.
Her aggressive responses lessened. Her needs became more potent, turning her into this succulent creature that unraveled in my hold. My little monster was still there—the fire of her fight was still in the nails she dragged through my hair. But more than that, I sensed her need for only what I could give.Relief.Her sweet scent had been begging me for this from the very beginning.
Still quivering, the spirit of a fight blazing in her eyes as she pulled her breasts from my face and stared at me, I knew she was ready to stop torturing us—or tormenting me further. Lifting her hips, she palmed my cock and gripped it like she was angry with it. I groaned impatiently, thrusting my girth through her fingers. Raising to her knees, she scooted her hips closer, aligning her opening and pressing the tip of my cock inside her. My vision blurred momentarily as I gripped her hips. My limbs shook with desperation—her tight little body was only wrapped around my crown, and she felt so hot and addicting. Her insides were like quicksand, sinking me in and stealing the life from me. My eyes wanted to close—experience every sensation she delivered, but I wouldn’t miss watching her own reaction even if the sky was falling. I found beauty—understood it for the first time because of her. Now that I had a piece of that loveliness for my own, I was never going to let it go. Her brows pinched together, eyes on the place we were connected, mouth agape—my chest trembled at the sight of her.
Suddenly, I needed to be inside her completely—wholly.
Then she tensed up as an unmistakable cry escaped her lips. My hands froze on her hips. I couldn’t move, especially not when the sound she made was filled with pain.
“Yielding so soon?” I questioned gently. I didn’t want to play this game with her when it was about her pride, at least not when her pain bothered me. “Are you okay?” I asked this time. I’d fight her conceit another time.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said your cock was a monster,” she bit out. She still hadn’t moved, almost like she was afraid to.
“Is this…”
Her dark gaze met mine. “You’re not the first to be inside me, Jack. Get that notion out of your head.”
Maureen’s words provoked my possessiveness. Grabbing her hips, I sunk deeper enjoying her warmth. She stiffened, grabbing my shoulders as she whimpered. I paused knowing this was painful for her. I didn’t want my anger at the men before me to ruin this—not when I craved her own pleasure more than mine.
After her inner walls clamped and slickened around me, her entire body relaxed as she stared at me incredulously. Leaning forward, she whispered cruelly, “How does it feel to be inside a woman for the first time?”
“An animal doesn’t need the experience in order to mate, little monster, know that.” Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pulled her closer. She was completely immobile on top of me and I reveled in it. “You talk big, but you’re stuffed so full of me that you can’t move.” Her face grew redder. Her pulse thrummed in her neck, and her arousal filled the air again. She wanted this. “Some she-devil you are.”
Sucking her bottom lip in her mouth, she lifted herself off of me. I groaned, balls tingling as her tight inner walls suctioned around me.So extraordinary. My breathing was ragged and my vision became hazy as I sought one of her nipples and rubbed it between my fingers. By the time she sunk her body back down over me, my desire was so strong and potent it threatened to explode. The mewling cry as she tried to take more of me inside her was added ecstasy prickling my entire body. I wasn’t going to last, and I didn’t want it to be over before it even began.
I gritted my teeth against the building sensation. My body shook while my balls tightened. Maureen’s sweet pussy clenched around me, pushing me closer to my climax.
As delicious as the torture was, I wanted to last a little longer. When I grabbed her by the waist, she dragged her teeth over my ear and my eyes rolled back. The vixen gyrated and ground her hips and I lost it. I moved hard and fast, jackhammering her pussy until I came with a shuddering cry. My cock pulsed. Leaning forward, I bit her neck and erupted inside her. My teeth sunk in further while I rode out the waves, holding her tight until it was over.
When I pushed myself up on my elbows so that we were eye to eye, I saw Maureen smiling like the cat who caught its prey. The sensual dance she did on my crotch ceased, and she tried to slip off my lap. I growled low in my throat. Did she think that this was only about my pleasure? Did she believe I’d leave without addressing her need? She struggled against me, but I held her tightly on my rigid cock.
“I’m not finished,” I told her.
“You just came.” She stared at the gap between us for a moment before pushing at my chest. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red and her desperate need for release was still palpable in the air around us, yet she was almost… afraid. Why did she not want to give her body what it wanted? Her defiance diminished along with her effort to get away. If she really wanted, she could have faded, but she stayed. And it was all I needed to know.
I stroked her cheek with the back of my finger. Running over her jaw, I tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. “You have yet to find a release, and I am far from spent.”
She jerked her head away, and some of her fierceness returned. I wanted to throw her down and have my way with her, but I wasn’t confident she’d stay. So, I kept her above me and let her have the impression she was in control. Instead, my hands sought her ass. My large palms gripped the ample flesh and pulled her closer, allowing me to thrust deeper. I laid a quick kiss on her shoulder before lying on my back. “Maureen, it’s time to take my cock the rest of the way.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”Weak.Those words were less venomous and more compliant.
She still hadn’t lowered herself, still determined to stay on her knees. Grabbing her thighs, I splayed them apart until one leg slipped off the side of the couch. Her hands went to my stomach, holding herself upward but before she could protest, I gripped her hips again. She gave in, knees bending further as she accepted more of my cock. She sucked in a breath as I raised her ass up and drove her down onto me. Not as hard as I would have liked and not nearly deep enough. I was allowing her time to adapt to my girth and length. I liked her pain, but right now I wanted her pleasure.
Slowly, I thrust into her with bruising strokes. I wanted to mark her insides as well as her neck. Her nails dug into my stomach before sliding to my waist as she straightened her back and rode me. My little monster clawed my flesh, leaving behind evidence of our union. She didn’t utter a sound, and that bothered me.
“I know all there is to know, Maureen. Don’t keep mistaking me for a fool because I’ve just realized the pain as well as the pleasure in human emotions.”
She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with furrowed brows.
“If you don’t yield soon, I’ll force you to,” I said to her. When she started to respond, I added, “Let go. Give me what your body has taken from me.” Now she wouldn’t speak. Instead, her mouth pressed into a firm line.
Raising slightly, I yanked her forward. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest as I caged my arms around her. Her body had yet to take all of me. I didn’t know if she’d ever be able to, but with this position, she could lay on me and accept what I gave her. Her shoulders lost their tension as she buried her face in my chest. Somehow, I knew she wanted me to get her there even if she wouldn’t say it aloud. She wasn’t fighting, and her body was way too relaxed and compliant for someone that didn’t want this. She wanted to hide her obedient expression from me. I let her. Taking control of her hips, I pushed her down on top of my cock while I pumped into her. She panted, trailing her hands down my biceps softly like she couldn’t help herself. Her walls tightened and pulsed around me every time I rammed into her which only drove me fucking wild—more so than what I already was for the female on top of me. My lower stomach simmered. The soft weight of her body and the slickening heat that greeted me with every thrust consumed me entirely.
Maureen was a puzzle to me. One I had every intention of solving. The way she yearned for something yet fought against it—I wanted to know why that was.
But when she finally surrendered, it would go down as my first favorite moment. Her head finally raised, eyes glassy as they met mine, then her arms enclosed around my neck and squeezed as her pussy pulsed and tightened around my cock. I didn’t ever want to forget the beauty she had given me. Especially when she moaned my name.
“Jack,” her voice lost all its venom. The sound now was nothing but sultry and happy.