Page 31 of Stranded
“Wha—” One of his hands came down on my throat, and my eyes flashed to his face to find something dangerous and dark staring down at me.
“Don’t apologize for it,” I croaked. “Just do it.”
What happened next could only be described as madness. Jackson kept a steady pressure on my neck, sometimes cutting my air supply off fully and other times allowing me to breathe air into my starved lungs before I was being deprived again.
And he never stopped fucking me once while he did it.
He fucked me hard, driving my hips deep into the soft mattress, my body jerking helplessly from the sweet torment. He didn’t speak, didn’t say the filthy words he usually did, but they weren’t needed. His actions spoke louder than any words, and the way he hammered into my ass said he owned me inside and out. I was his for the taking whenever he wanted it and however he wanted it.
A sweat popped on his brow, and his jaw was clenched tight. His chest rose and fell hard from the brute force being exerted inside my body, and yet he didn’t break stride.
“Oh fuck.” I grabbed the sheet, needing something to hold onto so I didn’t yield to the temptation of pushing him away. Everything hurt so fucking good, but still hurt. I didn’t want him to stop but at the same time I felt as if he was splitting my ass apart.
“Oh god, Daddy, please, please, please!” I didn’t know what I was begging for as tears spilled down my cheeks. When my hips started moving back shyly as though to avoid the full force of his thrusts, he scooped me up in his arms, still fully seated inside me.
I grabbed his shoulders, my toes curling as his pelvis smacked into my ass over and over. I didn’t know how much more I could take, especially when he grabbed my ass cheeks,squeezing, pulling them apart as he pushed me forward into each thrust. His cock reached places inside of me that no one else ever did.
My moans turned into a full-scale wail at this point, my breath hitching only when my stomach tightened, and my climax welled to the surface and shot onto his stomach.
Jackson groaned, moving his hips in tight, jerky stabbing motions as he emptied his balls inside me again. My whole body started to tremble, and Jackson shuffled over to the bed and sat down hard with me still in his arms. I collapsed against his chest, my breathing all sorts of fucked up.
“You…alright, Deni?” Jackson wheezed out, and I was pleased his breathing was just as fucked as mine.
“Hmm. For now.” I sucked a tiny love bite against his neck because I wanted to, and at this point, what could be the worst thing to happen if my mom saw it? They get a divorce so we can rightfully be together?
Jackson chuckled weakly. “You’re so insatiable.” He shifted slightly for his cock to slip out of me and trailed his fingers over my puffy rim.
“Ouch.” I squirmed.
“Hurts?”
“Hmm.”
“Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”
“Because in the moment, it also felt good. Some of the good is wearing off now, though, leaving all the pain. It’s going to get worse in a minute too.”
He swore beneath his breath and rose with me in his arms. I loved the way he so easily carried me around.
In the bathroom, he set me on the floor in front of the sink, grabbed the only fresh towel remaining, and got it wet. With gentle care, he pressed the warmth of the towel against my hole, and I sighed from how good it felt.
“God, I fucked you open, didn’t I?” He rose to his feet and kissed my cheek. “You’re gaping, baby.”
“Good.” I smiled at him sleepily. “I love that you did that to me.”
“Fuck. You weren’t kidding that you liked it rough, were you?”
A knock sounded on the door before I could affirm that I loved being owned completely by a man’s dick. And now not just any dick. His. He could ruin me as often as he wanted, leaving me gaping as wide as he liked, and he wouldn’t hear a word of complaint from me.
“That’s your mom,” he said tightly. “Fuck. Let’s hope she doesn’t take one look at us and figure it out. I’ll buy you some time. Come on out when you’re ready.”
The fact that he stopped to kiss me before answering the door left me feeling a little better. The bathroom door was closed, so I couldn’t hear anything on the other side, nor did I want to. I couldn’t bear the thought of my mother hugging, kissing, and making a fuss over him, much less seeing it in person.
I took my time in the bathroom, and by the time I walked out, there was no evidence to show I’d just been fucked by my mother’s husband. Except the second I re-entered the room, the scent of sex hit me sharply. Surely, Mom noticed.
“Aiden!”
I guess not.
