Page 49 of Hell's Queen
I listen, lifting both hands to rub the part of his shaft that my throat can’t handle.
“Fuck.” He hisses, hips thrusting, and somehow pushes himself further down my throat.
My body tries to relax, focusing on not puking on his cock. He doesn’t let up, using my throat like it barely belongs to someone. My pussy drips against my thighs as I ache to be touched and fucked by him.
“I’m going to come.”
Those words spark something in me, and I suck him harder and faster. His hands keep me at a pace that makes me slightly dizzy. He doesn’t show mercy, using my throat until he’s unable to hold back his heavy moans. He slams into my mouth, holding me still as I gag and twitch. His cum shoots down my throat, cock twitching until he gives me all he has. He finally pulls back, making me cry out. I swallow his cum, breathing hard.
Jigsaw kneels before me. “Are you okay, baby?”
Tears had formed in my eyes, but I can’t remember when. I nod, swallowing spit in my throat to help the rawness of it.
“Let me get you a drink.” And he does, letting me take a moment to sip the cold water. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
I giggle, shaking my head. “I love it rough. Stop being a bitch.”
He lifts a brow. “Watch it, Asura.”
Standing, I sit on the edge of the bed and pull his hips close. “I’m fine, Jiggie. Just needed a moment to recover. I don’t mind if you fuck my throat often, especially if you’re going to be this kind to me after.”
“I’ll always try to be kind after.” He chuckles, supporting himself on the bed by putting his hands beside my head. His hair fans over his face, and I cup his cheek. He leans down, caging my head in with his biceps. “You’re so beautiful, Asura.”
“Yeah? Beautiful enough to fuck?” My eyes lock with his.
“Mhm, do you deserve it?”
“I just gave you the best head you’ve ever had in your life, and you are questioning if I deserve it?”
He presses his already hard cock right against my pussy. It aches to have him so close, yet not giving in to me. “Turn over, baby.”
Excitedly, I twist over on all fours as soon as he’s off my body. His hands grab my waist, pulling me roughly against him and towards the edge of the bed. He then leans forward, running a hand up my spine. I sigh at the feeling of his skin. At one point, we couldn’t do this; touch each other so intimately.
His hand pushes my head right onto the mattress, and the other grabs one of my hands and pulls it behind my back.
“Jigsaw,” I whined, rubbing my ass against his cock.
“Shush, be patient.”
I try to be as he pulls my other hand behind my back. There, one of his hands holds them both at the wrist. I try to wiggle free, but he barely allows me to move.
Before I can complain, his cock is driving deep inside of me. A gasp escapes me. My pussy is soaking wet, and I barely feel pain. Jigsaw takes my pussy roughly, barely giving me a moment to think. My face presses into the mattress, and I let it muffle the moans in my throat.
Jigsaw’s heavy hand comes down hard, right against my ass. I cry out, feeling the delicious sting of pain. His cock hits my quivering walls, and I push my hips back, trying to relieve the ache inside me.
He moans, reaching forward and pulling on my hair. Now, my back is arching from him, pulling on my hair with his other hand around my wrists.
I am at his mercy, his whim. Jigsaw owned me from the moment he spat on that cafeteria table.
He takes my pussy as if it’s his first time feeling my body. I tighten around him, crying out as he brings me closer to my end.
“Come on my dick, baby,” he whispers, his breath hitting the shell of my ear.
“Please don’t stop. I’m coming.” My eyes squeeze shut.
“Never.”
My legs shake against him, nails scratching at his stomach behind me. Pleasure washes over me as white flashes behind my eyelids. My body stiffens. Then finally, I release, crying so loud that he has to cover my mouth with his palm. Tears form in my eyes as he hits that sweet spot, making me shatter around him. Liquids rush, and I exhale.