16. Devon

Chapter sixteen

Devon

“ F uuuck. Touch yourself while I fuck this pretty mouth.”

I’ve never been this hard in my life. I feel like the skin on my cock is about to split open, and fuck, I don’t even care. Not with my little mouse on her knees, letting me fuck those plump lips, her blue eyes bright while tears stream from them.

She’s not crying though. No, she’s fucking enjoying this, getting off on the way I assault her mouth.

She gags again, the sound gargled, and fuck, I’ve never had a thing for gagging until now. She’s not even trying to push me away as the tip of my cock slides down her throat.

I can see her arm moving, so I lean to the side a little to see those dainty fingers rubbing over her panties so fast, it’s like she's mashing the needy bud, desperate for release.

When she moans around my cock, I swear I nearly come from the vibration, so I still, not ready for this to be over yet.

“You like that, Jax?” I rasp before thrusting into her throat again.

Still looking up at me, she blinks twice, and fuck, I love how compliant she is. So willing to let me defile her like this.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, even as I feel my balls start to tighten. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I piston into her then, past the point of no return, chasing my release as pleasure rips through me and I stiffen as my cum shoots down her throat.

She gags again, spluttering this time as some of my cum sprays from her mouth, and fuck, just the sight has more cum bursting from my tip.

Not wanting her to follow through on another gag, I pull out, my gaze tracking the mess I’ve made as rivers of my cum ooze down her jaw and neck, some dripping between her cleavage.

“That has to be the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.” I lower myself to my haunches in front of her, my belt forgotten, now laying on the floor behind Jaxcen. “Did you enjoy that, little mouse?”

“Yes,” she whispers before her tongue darts out to swipe up a drop of my cum just below her lip.

Fuck.

Where has she been all my fucking life.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” I straighten, scooping up my belt and bark. “Stand up.”

She takes no care to wipe up the mess I’ve left on her, instead complying eagerly, like she’s excited to see what will happen next.

I should set my phone up and record this. Send it to her fuckhead fiancé and show him how she really likes it.

“Wrists together,” I order, and again, she's quick to obey, holding out her wrists to me, her blue gaze intrigued as I loop my belt around them like cuffs, before I reach overhead and pull the strap over the confessional’s supporting beam, forcing her arms over her head.

A gasp escapes her, those blue eyes tracking everything I do as I secure her in place and then step back to take in my Christmas treat.

“You know, I’m going to want this every Christmas now that I’ve had it.” I reach out and graze the backs of my fingers down the column of her neck until I get to her dress, eyeing the buttons that run all the way down the front. “Will you come to me every Christmas, Jaxcen? Run off on your husband and let me do whatever I want to you before I send you back to him, stuffed full of my cum?”

Her cheeks flare to life as her plump lips part, her chest rising and falling quickly as my words affect her.

“As long as you kidnap me each year, I won’t fight it.”

Her response nearly floors me.

Fuck, my dick is rock hard again from that admission alone, and I grin like the cat who got the fucking cream.

“Maybe I’ll send you back to him with more than my cum inside you.” I grip the front of her dress with both hands and rip it open, the sounds of buttons clattering to the old timber floor louder than I expected as she gasps again, the shock of the action taking her off guard. “Maybe I’ll send you back to him carrying my baby.”

Her eyes widen and lips part as if to protest, but I silence her words with my lips, claiming a kiss so fucking searing that the temperature feels like it spikes twenty degrees inside the chapel.

As our tongues dance, I taste my cum and I’m not even repulsed by it. Everything this woman does makes me fucking desperate, and I just know there are lines I’ll cross for her, that I’ve never considered crossing before with anyone else.

Reaching between us, I palm her tit, a nice handful, full and plump. My fingers find her nipple, already pebbled and straining as I slide my other hand to the searing skin on her waist, under the dress and around to her back before travelling down to her arse.

She moans into our kiss as I grip her butt, pressing my hips forward to get some friction on my cock, just as she’s seeking on her clit.

Breaking our kiss, I nip at her lip hard, and just when I’m about to pull away, her teeth clamp down on my lower lip, not stopping until I can taste the copper of my own blood.

I growl, and she gyrates before sucking my lip into her own, and when she pulls back, her smile is seductive and her tongue darts out to lick the crimson streak of my life source off her own lips.

“Fuck, little mouse. You’ve turned into a tiger.”

She grins, flashing her teeth .

And fuck me sideways, I’ve never seen anything sexier.

How the fuck does she keep doing that. Blowing my mind with everything she does.

It’s like a beast has awoken in her. Like I’ve stirred the monster and now it wants to play.

And fuck I’m here for it.

Stepping back, I make quick work of tearing her panties at the side seams, ripping them from her body as she gasps in shock, before I dangle them in front of her face.

“Look how drenched they are.” I press them to my nose, watching her eyes widen and darken with even more arousal as I inhale her scent. “Fuck, Jax. You smell divine.”

Her lips part with a pant, so I gather the wet crotch of her panties in my hand and press them to her lips.

“Open.”

She does instantly, letting me stuff her mouth with the wet fabric.

“Suck your juice from them, little mouse. Taste yourself.”

She hesitates at first, so I quirk a brow, which is when she finally gives in and the sound of her sucking on the fabric meets my ears.

Fuck yes.

Without a second thought, I fall to my knees, my gaze travelling up her naked flesh, her creamy skin so flawless up to her two plump tits, perky and straining as she watches me from above.

“I’m fucking starving, little mouse.”

She whimpers as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me, and I drag my gaze to her pink flesh, already swollen with desire and glistening with her own arousal.

Like a man starved, I dive in, my lips latching onto her clit and I suck.

She cries out, the sound muffled around the fabric of her panties, and I can already tell it won’t take much to make her climax. She’s already hovering on the line .

Breaking the suction on her clit, I glide my tongue through her folds, lapping at her juices and the moment she starts gyrating, I fucking let loose on her.

My tongue lashes, my lips suck, all while my fingers travel up to press against the puckered rose of her back passage.

I bet no one has been there either, and just the thought of me introducing her to that level of pleasure has my cock jerking with need.

“Yes,” she cries, although muffled around the fabric of her panties, so I press firmer against her back door as I assault her clit with my mouth.

Her climax is explosive, her cries almost screams as she comes apart on my face, her body jerking violently above as she hangs from my belt.

The moment she falls limp, I’m up off the floor, tearing her panties from her lips as I line my cock up, no longer able to hold back, and slam into her.

This has her back arching as she stiffens, her inner walls tight as they squeeze my cock like a vice.

“Fuck, Jax. Tell me you weren’t a virgin,” I rasp, worried I’ve just impaled her and brutally torn her hymen.

She said she wasn’t, but maybe she was lying. Maybe she really was a fucking virgin and I’ve just gone and torn into her.

“I w-wasn’t,” she mutters, as if in pain, but I don’t fucking believe her.

Easing back, I assess her face, her blue gaze glistening with unshed tears.

“I don’t understand. If you weren’t a virgin, then why are you in pain.” I go to slip out of her, but she shakes her head frantically, her legs wrapping around me to hold me in place.

“It only happened once with… someone else. I was sixteen. I also tried a vibrator a couple of years ago, but Eddie found it and threw it out, telling me I was beastly and perverted for using it.”

“That fucker is going to die,” I hiss, and her lips kick up slightly.

“I had the same thought at the time. Well, more or less. ”

My gaze dances between her eyes for a beat, studying her for a lie or uncertainty, but I don’t find it.

“So once, eight years ago, a man had sex with you, and that’s it?”

She nods, her cheeks flaring again as her gaze drops in shame.

“Don’t do that.” I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Don’t be ashamed of your past.”

She stares at me for a long moment, a single tear rolling from her eye before she speaks. “If you kidnap me again next Christmas, I might tell you why I’m ashamed of that.”

A deep rumble sounds in my chest at the thought of kidnapping her again. Not because I don’t like the idea of it, because I fucking do, but because I don’t want to give her back to her old life.

“I’ve changed my mind about that,” I tell her, watching her expression fall, but I just smirk, like the prick I am. “I don’t think I’ll let you go. I might just keep you here as my prisoner, to have as my treat every fucking day.”

Her blue eyes brighten, and fuck, I can tell she likes the sound of that.

“Would you let me fuck you like this every day, little mouse?” I ask, slipping my fingers between our bodies to press to her clit.

A moaning gasp escapes her, and she eases her leg lock around me to give me better access as I start circling her needy bud.

“Would you like me to fill you with my cum in every hole?”

“Yes,” she admits, so I slowly start moving inside her, feeling her slickness build.

“Would you sit on my face, and smother me, taking everything you need without stopping until I’m drowning in your juice?”

“Oh… Yes.” Her lids flutter closed, and I grin.

I bet she’s picturing it.

“Fuck, I want that,” I admit before latching onto her neck and sucking like a fucking teenager desperate to give my girl a hickey necklace.

And fuck, that’s exactly how I feel.

She’s my girl, and I’m marking her.

The way her cunt squeezes my cock is unlike anything I’ve felt. She’s hot and wet, and her needy cunt sucks me in like it can’t bear to let me retreat.

I palm her arse and give a squeeze as my other hand works on her clit, and just like before, her climax hits hard, so explosive that it clamps down on my cock so tight, milking my own climax without warning.

The roar that leaves me mingles with her screams and jets of cum shoot into her, reminding me that I didn’t tarp up, which is something I never forget to do.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, the idea of wearing a latex barrier with Jaxcen wasn’t going to cut it. My dick and brain had come to the conclusion, and I hadn’t questioned it, which makes me wonder. Am I trying to get her pregnant?

I mentioned it to her before.

Why the fuck would I say that?

Even though it’s a fucking crazy thought, I find myself not wanting to pull out of her. Not wanting my seed to leak from her and be wasted.

Pressing my forehead to hers, our panting breaths mingle, our gazes locking as we float back down from our highs.

“Are you alright, little mouse?” I ask, my voice husky before she nods.

“That was…” Her voice is raspy too, and I wonder if it’s from arousal or the brutal way I fucked her throat before. “That was amazing.”

I feel it then, the wetness oozing from her pussy, still wrapped around my cock.

No.

Don’t waste it.

Like a fucking psycho, I reach up and unfasten the belt from the support beam to untether Jaxcen from it, and turn with her still wrapped around my cock, taking a few steps out into the chapel where I lower her, laying her on the floor.

Assessing my surroundings, I’m unsure how to make this work, and when my eyes land back on my belt, still wrapped around her wrists, I know what to do.

“Let’s get this off your wrists.” I reach forward and start pulling on my belt with one hand, while the other holds me up so I can remain impaled inside her.

Jaxcen helps to get her hands free, and I use my teeth to completely unravel the cuffs I made, before glancing behind me.

“Are you… just going to stay in there?” she asks, her voice a little timid now that her arousal has ebbed.

“Yep,” I reply simply, shifting our joined bodies back a little until her arse is halfway inside the confessional. “Legs up.” I demand, and even though she frowns, she obeys.

I should probably tell her what’s running through my head, but then she’ll likely run now that the lust haze has faded, so I shift awkwardly, slipping my cock free and watching some of my cum ooze out as well, which only pisses me off more.

“What are you doing now?” she asks as I quickly loop my belt around her ankle.

“Getting you ready for your next position,” I admit vaguely, and she half giggles before stopping.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

Lifting my brows, I glance at her. “You didn’t think your punishment was over already, did you?”

“Well… yeah, I kinda did.”

I shake my head, tugging the belt to make sure it won’t come off her ankle and then stand, ignoring my jeans as they slip down my thighs while I lift her ankle, forcing her hips up off the floor and secure the other end of the belt to a rail on the inside of the confessional.

“We’ve only just begun,” I admit darkly, making sure the belt is tight enough that she can’t get away.

Running my hands down her legs, I dodge her free one kicking out, while the other can’t move an inch. My path travels under her thighs and under her raised arse, which I’m sure is an uncomfortable position, but how else am I going to make sure my cum stays inside her?

Gravity can be a bitch, you know.

I’m now sitting so close to her pussy, and the way I have her leg strung up gives me a fantastic bird’s eye view of her glistening cunt. With my cum soaked fingers, I circle her clit, watching the way she tries to squirm away, but can’t get anywhere on account her leg is tied up.

“Don’t you want my cock again, Jax?” I ask, and her eyes flare.

Does she like it when I call her that? Hmmmm... Let’s see.

“Answer me, Jax. Do you want me to fill you to the brim with my cum, so much so that when you return to your prudish fiancé that you’ll feel my cum trickling down your leg?”

She moans in response, and yeah, it could be from my fingers working on her clit, but I’m pretty fucking sure it’s a combination of that, me calling her Jax, and talking filth to her.

I slip a finger into her tight hot heat, feeling my seed inside her as my thumb presses to her clit.

“Do you want to see his face when he realises you’ve been defiled? That another man’s cum runs down your leg?”

“Yes,” she pants, gyrating her hips.

“So that’s what we are going to do, little mouse. Fill you with so much of my cum that your fiancé will be disgusted. Maybe he’ll even call off the wedding.” I shoot her a wink.

My cock is ready to go again, and by the flush of her cheeks, and parted lips that release another moan, I can see Jaxcen is just as ready too.

Standing, I quickly remove every inch of clothing on me before returning to settle between her legs. Jaxcen squirms as she watches, and I can tell her brain is telling her to say no, but her cunt is ruling her, given the way her eyes latch onto my cock like she wants to taste it again.

On my knees, I position my tip at her entrance and run it up and down her slit .

“Maybe I’ll never give you back to your fiancé,” I tell her, pressing my tip to her clit and teasing her, which elicits a moan. “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this forever and drown you in pleasure.”

As another moan escapes her, I drive my cock so deep into her, that I bottom out and my nuts slap her arse.

The position mustn’t be comfortable for her, but I’m fucking laser focused on my goal now, and I’m not stopping for anything. I pound into her hard, the combination of my cum and her arousal making it far easier than the first time, and with each thrust, I watch her tits bounce and her lips part as she moans and pants, her lids falling shut as her arousal claims her once again.

I pound into her over and over, my cock getting wider the longer I go, as I fight to hold on to my release for as long as I can, wanting to make sure it’s chock full of my little guys, ready to claim her from inside.

When she palms her tits, her moans filling the room, I press my fingers back to her clit to force her over, and the moment her inner walls squeeze my cock, I explode, filling her once again.

As awkward as the position is that I have her in, I still lean down to kiss her, something I can’t seem to get enough of either, and I wonder for a minute if perhaps I’ve been poisoned or something. This behaviour is so unlike me.

I’m a fuck ‘em and kick ‘em out kind of guy.

Hell, I usually only coax them with a starter kiss and then they are willing to do whatever I want, and that’s it.

Yet here I am, desperate for her lips to be on mine, aching for my cock to recover even though I’ve only just come, just so I can do it again. And again. And again.

This isn’t fucking normal, yet I can’t seem to stop.

“That was even better,” she pants against my lips. “How does it keep getting better?”

I smirk, feeling like a fucking god, and push back to hover over her .

“Just wait until next time. Give me five minutes.” I wink and her eyes widen.

“Again? You want to go again? Aren’t you tired?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Besides, making a baby takes time.”

She giggles, but it cuts off abruptly as her eyes widen.

“Wait. What!?”