Keifer's lips brushed against the shell of her ear, his breath warm and deliberate. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her body trembled just beneath his fingertips. The scent of her perfume,something soft, floral, and entirely too inviting,filled his senses.
"Patience, jay," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register that vibrated against her skin.
He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto hers. There was no softness in them—only a sharp, predatory hunger that he kept tightly reigned in. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, slow and agonizingly light, before sliding down to the hollow of her throat where her pulse hammered like a trapped bird.
He watched that pulse. He watched everything.
"You're impatient tonight," he noted, his tone conversational, almost casual, despite the way his hand tightened slightly on her waist.
Keifer's hand stayed firm on her waist, his fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her gown. He didn't move to kiss her yet. Instead, he leaned in closer, his nose grazing the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply.
"So eager," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's a good thing I'm in no rush."
He shifted his weight, pressing his body more fully against hers, letting her feel the solid warmth of him. His other hand came up to rest against the small of her back, pulling her just a fraction closer, enough that she could feel the steady rhythm of his own breathing.
"Tell me," he said, his voice barely above a murmur as he tilted his head to look at her from beneath dark lashes. "What exactly are you thinking about right now?"
Jay jay felt the heat of Keifer's body pressing against her, and a shiver raced down her spine. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it through her skin. She leaned back slightly, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as she tried to catch her breath.
"You know exactly what I'm thinking about," she breathed, her voice coming out smaller than she intended.
She reached up, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him just a little closer. Her skin felt sensitive everywhere he touched, every press of his thumb against her hip sending a fresh wave of warmth through her. She bit her lower lip, looking up at him with eyes that were heavy and dark.
"Stop talking," she whispered, her breath hitching. "Just... stop talking."
Her hands slid up to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the shirt.
Keifer's jaw tightened at her words. A low, rough sound,something between a laugh and a growl—escaped his throat as her small hands gripped his chest. He didn't move immediately. Instead, he stood there, letting her feel the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart beneath her palms, letting the tension between them thicken until it was almost suffocating.
"Is that an order?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't wait for an answer. His hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him with a sudden, firm pressure that left no room for air between them. The silk of her gown felt like nothing against his touch.
He tilted his head, his lips hovering just a fraction away from hers—close enough that she could feel the heat, but not quite touching.
Jay jay's breath hitched as Keifer's lips hovered so close. The anticipation was a physical ache, a pull in her chest that made her want to close the gap herself. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer weight of his presence pinning her in place.
Then, his hands moved.
His fingers found the delicate silk straps of her gown, sliding them off her shoulders with agonizing slowness. Jay jay's eyes widened, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She felt the cool air hit her skin as the fabric began to slip, but it was immediately replaced by the warmth of his touch.
He leaned down, his mouth catching the edge of the neckline. His lips brushed against her collarbone, then trailed lower, tugging at the silk with a gentle, insistent pressure.
Keifer's eyes darkened as the silk pooled around her hips, leaving her exposed to his gaze. Even after all this time, the sight of her—flushed, trembling, and entirely his—hit him with the force of a physical blow. He took a moment, his eyes tracing every curve, every dip of her skin, memorizing her as if he were seeing her for the very first time.
"Beautiful," he rasped, the word barely escaping his throat.
His hands moved with a sudden, possessive urgency. One palm cupped her breast, his fingers spreading wide to feel the weight and softness of her. He leaned down, his mouth replacing his hand, his lips warm and demanding as he took her into his mouth.
A low, guttural sound vibrated in his chest as he worked.
"You're mine" he muttered against her skin, his voice thick and roughened by desire.
Jay jay's head fell back, her eyes rolling closed as the sensation flooded her. A sharp, broken gasp escaped her lips, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. Every nerve in her body seemed to ignite under the heat of his mouth, sending ripples of electricity straight to her core.
"Keifer," she moaned, his name a plea she couldn't quite form properly.
Her hips arched instinctively toward him, seeking more, seeking the friction that was driving her half-mad. The bed beneath them felt far away, as if she were floating in a sea of nothing but sensation and his touch. Her skin was flushed a deep rose, radiating heat that seemed to melt into his own.
She reached down, her nails lightly grazing the back of his neck, pulling him closer still. She was lost in it—the weight of him, the taste of him, the absolute certainty in the way he claimed her.
"More"
Keifer's response was immediate and primal. He increased the pressure, his mouth working over her with a renewed, hungry intensity that made her entire body shudder. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to send a jolt of pure electricity through her, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his tongue.
"You want more?" he growled against her chest, his voice raw and stripped of its usual composure. "I'll give you everything."
He pulled back abruptly, leaving her skin tingling and breathless. He didn't move far. Instead, he shifted his weight, his body pressing firmly against hers as he settled between her thighs. The heavy, unmistakable heat of him pressed directly against her clit through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the friction sending a new wave of desperation through her.
He gripped her hips with both hands, his knuckles white against her skin, anchoring her in place.
"Look at me"
Jay jay's eyes snapped open, unfocused and hazy with pleasure. She blinked, her gaze struggling to find his in the dim light of the room. Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tried to pull air back into her lungs.
"I'm looking," she whispered, her voice trembling.
When her eyes finally locked onto his, she saw the fire there—the raw, unbridled hunger that made her stomach flip. It was terrifying and intoxicating all at once. She felt small beneath him, dwarfed by his size and the sheer force of his presence, but she didn't want to be anywhere else.
Her legs parted slightly, an unconscious invitation, and she felt the heavy press of him against her inner thigh. The friction was maddening.
"Keifer, please," she breathed, her fingers curling into the fabric of his sweatpants at his waist. "Don't make me wait anymore."
His smirk widened as he saw the glistening evidence of her arousal. He leaned down, his dark hair falling forward to brush against her inner thigh. His lips were warm and soft as they pressed against her most sensitive flesh, a deliberate, lingering kiss that sent sparks shooting through her entire body.
"Already so wet for me," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot against her core. "You're perfect."
He didn't move away. Instead, he used the tip of his tongue to trace the seam of her folds, tasting her for the first time tonight. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he savored the flavor of her.
"Fuck," he breathed out, his own control fraying at the edges. "You taste even better than I remember."
His hands moved to grip her hips more firmly, anchoring her in place as he began to explore her with his mouth.
Jay jay's fingers tangled into his hair, her nails digging against his scalp as her body began to tighten. A sharp, jagged breath escaped her, her hips jerking upward in an involuntary search for more pressure.
"Oh god, Keifer—right there," she gasped, her voice cracking. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."
The sensation was building behind her eyes, a pressure that felt like it was about to shatter her. She gripped his head tighter, pulling him closer, her knuckles white.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," she whimpered, her words slurring as the pleasure crested. "I'm—I'm going to—"
Her back arched off the mattress, her entire body shuddering violently. A long, broken cry tore from her throat as the climax hit her in waves, each one more intense than the last.
He felt the tremors starting deep within her, the rhythmic contractions of her muscles signaling the approach of her release. He knew exactly where she was, how close she was to the edge.
He pulled back.
He didn't go far, just enough to break the contact, leaving her hovering in that unbearable space between pleasure and torture. His fingers replaced his mouth, circling her, teasing the swollen folds without ever actually touching it directly.
"Not yet," he growled, his voice thick with authority. "You don't get to finish until I say so."
He watched her face—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her lips parted in a silent plea. He could see the tension coiling in her thighs, the desperate need written in every line of her body.
"You're so close, aren't you?" He leaned up, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and steady.
Jay jay's face crumpled, her lips pouting out in a way that was almost comical given the circumstances. She let out a frustrated groan, her hands dropping from his hair to grab the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric in her fists.
"You are so mean!" she huffed, her voice high and whiny, though her eyes were still glazed with desire. "That's not fair, Keifer. You can't just—you can't do that to me!"
She kicked her legs beneath the sheets, a restless, impatient movement. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink, and she looked less like a woman in the throes of passion and more like a child who had been told she couldn't have dessert.
"I hate you," she muttered, though the way she was arching her hips toward him completely betrayed her words. She swatted weakly at his shoulder.
Jay jay didn't hesitate. She gripped his shoulders and shoved, her strength surprising even herself as she forced him back onto the mattress. He let himself fall, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as he watched her with hooded eyes.
She worked quickly, her movements a mix of frantic need and playful determination. When she pulled his boxers down, her breath hitched at the sight of him—thick and heavy, pulsing in the dim light.
"Mine," she whispered, more to herself than to him.
She leaned forward, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his neck first. She kissed him there, soft and lingering, before trailing a path of warmth down to his chest. Her tongue darted out to taste the salt on his skin, her teeth grazing lightly over his pectoral muscle.
Then, her hand slid down.
Her fingers wrapped around him, warm and sure. She squeezed gently, testing the weight and the heat, her eyes never leaving his face.
His eyebrows shot up, a genuine flash of surprise crossing his features before settling into a dark, amused grin. He let her swat at him, his body still heavy and warm above hers, watching the sudden shift in her demeanor with keen interest.
"Your turn?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can handle me, love?"
He didn't move to stop her. Instead, he braced himself on his forearms, giving her access, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched with predatory fascination as her hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, her movements surprisingly sure despite the lingering tremors in her fingers.
As the fabric was stripped away, revealing the hard, pulsing reality of his desire, he let out a slow breath. The cool air hit his skin, but it did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from his core.
"Careful," he warned, though there was no real threat in it—only a challenge.
Keifer's entire body went rigid the moment her hand closed around him. A low, guttural sound tore from his throat, something between a groan and a curse. His head tipped back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as he fought for control.
"Fuck," he bit out through clenched teeth. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"
His free hand shot out, catching her wrist with a grip that was firm but not painful. He guided her hand up and down his length in slow, deliberate strokes, showing her how to touch him properly.
"Like this," he instructed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Tighter. Feel how hard I am for you?"
He opened his eyes again, pinning her with a look that was equal parts warning and promise. The smirk on his lips never wavered as he watched her inexperienced fingers learn his shape.
"You're playing with fire now,"He watched her eyes widen as she followed his lead, her movements becoming more rhythmic, more confident. The friction of her palm against his skin was driving him to the brink, and he could feel his muscles coiling with every stroke.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick and heavy with restraint. "Keep going. Don't you dare stop."
He reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her face closer to his. The scent of her skin—that intoxicating mix of sweat and perfume—was almost too much to bear.
"You think you're being so clever, don't you?" He chuckled, a dark, rough sound. "Torturing me. Well, remember this, my Mrs waston. Every single second you made me wait, I'm going to make up for it tenfold."
His hips bucked slightly against her hand, a silent demand for more speed, more pressure.
Jay jay's lips parted as she leaned down to kiss him, but Keifer didn't let her have the upper hand for long. His mouth claimed hers with a sudden, hungry force, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with hers in a deep, demanding rhythm.
"Mmph—" she tried to protest, her voice muffled against his lips. She pulled back just an inch, her face flushed and her eyes hazy. "Fine—we can think about that later—"
But the words were cut short as he pulled her back in. His tongue was insistent, tracing the roof of her mouth, swirling against hers in a way that made her knees go weak even while she was kneeling over him.
"Ummph," she groaned into his mouth, a soft, helpless sound that vibrated between them. Her fingers curled into his hair, not to pull away, but to hold him there, anchoring herself to the sensation.
His entire body went taut the instant her lips touched him. A sharp, broken breath hissed through his teeth as he stared down at the sight of her—his wife, his queen, taking him into her mouth with a mixture of reverence and raw desire. His hands fisted in the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white.
"Fuck—" he choked out, the word barely audible. "Jay jay—stop."
But his voice lacked any real authority. His hips lifted instinctively off the mattress, pressing deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. The sight of her dark hair spilling over his thighs was almost too much to bear.
His free hand came up to rest on the back of her head, fingers tangling gently in her hair—not to push or pull, but just to feel the soft texture against his skin while she explored him. His own breathing grew heavier, more erratic as he watched her.
"You feel so good,"
His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, a reflexive response to the warmth of her mouth. He could feel the rhythm of her breathing, the way she swallowed, the gentle pressure of her tongue. Every sensation was amplified, every movement a deliberate strike against his composure.
"Jay jay," he groaned, his voice cracking. "You're going to drive me insane."
He closed his eyes, his head rolling to the side as he surrendered to the sensation. The control he prided himself on was slipping, crumbling under the weight of her touch. He was a man who built empires with calculated moves, yet here he was, completely undone by the simple, raw intimacy of her mouth.
His hips moved in a slow, unconscious rhythm, meeting her pace. He knew he should pull her up, should take charge again, but for once, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to stay right here, lost in the feeling of her.
Keifer's entire body went rigid, his muscles locking down as the pleasure crashed over him in waves. His breath came out in a sharp, broken groan as he felt himself spilling into her mouth.
"Jay jay—" His voice was strained, barely recognizable as he warned her. "I'm going to—"
But the words were lost in the back of his throat as his release hit him hard. His hips bucked violently against her face, his body shuddering with the force of it. He emptied himself into her mouth in hot, thick pulses, his fingers digging into the mattress on either side of him.
His head fell back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut as he rode out the aftershocks. The sensations were overwhelming—pure bliss that made his vision go white around the edges.
When it finally subsided, leaving him trembling and breathless on the bedsheets, Keifer's chest heaved with ragged breaths.
His breathing was still ragged, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven bursts. He looked down at her, his dark eyes burning with a renewed, predatory intensity that hadn't been extinguished by his release.
"Not finished yet," he rasped, his voice like grinding stones.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him, tossing her gently onto the mattress so she lay on her back. He moved between her thighs immediately, his weight settling over her hips, pinning her down. The heat radiating from his body was suffocating in the best way possible.
He leaned forward, his gaze dropping to the swollen center of her pleasure. He took his cock and pressed the head of it firmly against her clit, dragging it slowly across the sensitive flesh in a deliberate, teasing motion.
"You tasted me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a deep, possessive kiss.
Jay jay's hips bucked beneath him, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The friction of him rubbing against her clit was almost too much, a sharp, electric sensation that made her whole body tremble. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the heat of him pressing against her most sensitive spot.
"Keifer, please," she whined, her voice cracking with need. "Put it inside. I need you inside me."
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her heels digging into the small of his back. Her eyes were wide and glassy, fixed on his face as if searching for permission.
"It aches," she whispered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. "Please, Keifer. Now."
She arched her back, offering herself to him completely, her breathing ragged and uneven.
His mouth descended on hers again, his kiss deep and demanding. His tongue swept inside, exploring every corner of her mouth while simultaneously pressing the head of his cock firmly against her entrance. The dual sensations—his tongue invading her mouth while his erection teased her pussy—were designed to short-circuit her thoughts completely.
He pulled back just enough to speak against her lips.
"Hold on," he ordered gruffly.
Without waiting for her response, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward in one smooth motion. The movement was controlled but forceful, pushing past the tight resistance of her body until he was fully sheathed inside her heat.
A low groan escaped both of them at the same time. Mark's hands gripped her hips possessively as he began to move within her—slowly at first, letting them both adjust to the feeling of being connected so completely.
"Fucking perfect"
Jay jay's head snapped back against the pillow, her entire body jolting from the sudden, overwhelming fullness. A loud, broken sound tore from her throat—half-sob, half-moan—as her eyes rolled toward the ceiling.
"Oohh—god—ssss," she gasped, her voice strained and thick with sensation.
Her hands flew to his arms, her fingernails digging into his skin as she tried to ground herself. The feeling of him stretching her, filling her so completely, sent a wave of heat crashing through her abdomen that made her stomach flip. She felt raw, sensitive, and entirely consumed by him.
"Keifer—" she choked out, her hips twitching beneath his weight. "It's—too much—no, don't stop—"
She squeezed her eyes shut, her face contorted in a beautiful mask of pleasure and overwhelm.
He saw the first tear track down her temple and his chest tightened.
He pulled out completely, the sudden absence of his warmth leaving her shivering. He didn't give her time to process it. He leaned over her, his large hands framing her face as he captured her lips in a searing, deep kiss. He poured everything into it—his hunger, his possession, his desperate need to drown out whatever she was feeling.
While his mouth worked on hers, his free hand slid down to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh firmly between his fingers.
"Shhh," he murmured against her lips, his voice a low vibration. "I've got you. Just breathe."
He repositioned himself, angling his body carefully.
Jay jay's hips began to move against him without her conscious control—small, restless circles that begged for friction. The ache inside her was building into something unbearable, a physical demand that overrode all other thoughts.
"Keifer—move," she gasped against his mouth. "Please—it's aching."
Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, squeezing the length of him as if trying to pull him deeper. Her legs tightened around his waist, trying to force the rhythm she needed.
"You're killing me," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "I need you to move."
She broke the kiss to look up at him, her eyes wild with desperation. The sight of his face hovering above hers—so close, so controlled—only fueled her frustration.
"Fuck," she pleaded, the words coming out raw and broken. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already."
Keifer let out a rough, breathless laugh against her skin, his teeth grazing the column of her throat. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, clenching tight with every desperate twitch of her hips.
"Wait, Jay," he groaned, his voice thick and strained. "Your pussy is squeezing me so much. You're going to make me lose it before we even start."
He held himself steady, resisting the urge to drive into her immediately. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense.
"Just give me a minute," he promised, his breath hot against her ear. "One minute of this, and then you'll feel the pleasure too. I promise."
He began to move—not with the violent thrusts she was begging for, but with slow, deliberate drags. He pulled nearly all the way out before sliding back in, each movement calculated to stretch her gradually, to let her body adjust to his size.
"There," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register. "Can you feel that? Your body is opening up for me."
He didn't rush. He watched her face closely, tracking the way her expression shifted from pain to a dazed, heavy-lidded acceptance. His hands slid down from her hips to catch her thighs, pulling them wider, exposing her completely to him.
"See? You're doing so well for me, love," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow circle against the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Just a little more."
He increased the depth of each stroke slightly, finding the rhythm that made her breath hitch in a different way—not a sob this time, but a soft, shaky exhale. His eyes never left hers, dark and unblinking, as he watched the pleasure begin to seep through the edges of her discomfort.
"You feel it now, don't you?"
Jay jay's eyes went wide, her pupils dilating until the dark irises were almost gone. The world around her began to blur at the edges, the dim light of the room dissolving into a haze of white noise and pure sensation. She could feel every inch of him—the stretch, the heat, the heavy thrum of his heartbeat against her own.
"I—I can feel it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a fleeting second, trying to make sense of the overwhelming flood of feeling that was washing over her. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting, unable to process the sheer scale of what he was doing to her.
Then, Keifer changed the pace.
Without warning, he abandoned the slow, deliberate drags. He gripped her thighs even harder, pulling them back toward her chest, and drove into her with a sudden, powerful thrust that made her gasp.
"Ah!"
Keifer's jaw tightened as he heard that sharp, broken cry escape her lips. The sound hit him like a physical blow, fueling the fire already roaring in his veins. He didn't slow down. If anything, the sound only drove him harder.
"That's it," he growled, his voice raw and unrefined. "Let me hear you."
He established a brutal, relentless rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last, bottoming out against her with a force that made the bed frame creak beneath them. His hands moved from her thighs to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he anchored her to him, ensuring she couldn't escape the sensation.
"You're taking it so well," he breathed, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. His sweat dripped onto her skin, mingling with hers. "Look at me, Jay jay. Look at me while I do this to you."
Jay jay's head thrashed against the pillow, her hair a dark, tangled mess beneath her.Hours of this— hours of relentless, punishing pleasure—had left her completely undone. Her muscles were trembling, her skin flushed a deep, feverish pink from head to toe.
"Keif—" she choked out, her voice cracking and thin. "I've—I've reached my limit—"
She tried to push against his chest, a weak, pathetic attempt to create even an inch of space between them. But her body betrayed her instantly. Instead of pushing away, her hips arched upward, chasing the very friction she claimed to be unable to handle. Her legs clamped around his waist with renewed strength, her heels digging into his back as if she were trying to fuse herself to him.
"Please," she whimpered, a tear escaping her closed eyelid and tracing a path through the sweat on her cheek.
Keifer's eyes darkened at the sound of her plea, his hands sliding down from her waist to cup her buttocks, pulling her even closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between them.
"You say you've reached your limit, but your body is telling me something else entirely," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against her ear. "You're still clenching around me like you never want me to leave."
He didn't give her a chance to argue. He shifted his weight, driving into her with a deep, heavy thrust that made her entire frame shudder. The rhythm was no longer slow or deliberate—it was fast, raw, and entirely focused on pushing her over the edge one more time.
"One more," he promised, his teeth grazing her shoulder blade. "Just one more, and then I'll let you rest."
Jay jay let out a long, shuddering breath, her head falling back against the pillow as she surrendered completely. The fight had left her body, replaced by a heavy, languid heat that made every nerve ending scream.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely a thread of sound. "Okay, Keifer."
She could feel it before he even said a word. The sudden change in his rhythm—the way his thrusts became shorter, harder, more desperate. His breathing had turned into ragged, uneven gasps, and his entire body was vibrating with a tension so intense it felt like he might snap.
His grip on her hips tightened until his knuckles went white, his fingers bruising her skin.
"Jay jay," he groaned, his voice breaking on her name. "I'm—fuck—I'm close."
His movements became frantic, almost primal, as he drove into her one last time with everything he had left.
His body went rigid, every muscle locking into place as he delivered that final, crushing thrust. A raw, guttural roar tore from his throat, his head snapping back as he emptied himself deep inside her. The sheer force of it left him trembling, his breath coming in violent, jagged bursts against her neck.
Jay jay's eyes flew open, her fingers digging into the mattress as the waves of his release crashed through her as well. Her own climax hit her like a tidal wave—sharp, blinding, and utterly consuming. She cried out, a long, broken sound that echoed in the quiet room, her body arching beneath him.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by their synchronized, ragged breathing. Keifer didn't pull away. He stayed buried within her, his forehead resting against hers, his heart hammering against her chest like a trapped bird.
But even in the aftermath of his release, his body wasn't done with her yet. He shifted slightly, pulling his softened length from her warmth before positioning himself between her thighs once more.
He didn't say anything this time. Instead, he guided the head of his cock toward her other entrance—her asshole—which was still tight and untouched.
Jay jay's eyes snapped open, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the shift in his weight. The sudden coolness where he had just been filled her sent a shiver down her spine, but it was quickly replaced by a different kind of electricity.
She looked down, her gaze falling on him as he repositioned himself. Her mouth fell open, a small, breathless gasp escaping her lips.
"Keifer—" she stammered, her voice trembling. "Wait—you mean—"
She couldn't even finish the sentence. Her heart began to race, a frantic drumming in her chest that had nothing to do with exhaustion. A strange, dizzying mix of fear and intense curiosity flooded her senses. The thought was terrifying, yes, but there was something else underneath it—a dark, thrilling spark of excitement that made her stomach flip in a way she hadn't expected.
Keifer's dark eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable but intense. The demand in his gaze was unmistakable.
"Give me," he repeated, his voice low and commanding. "I won't take hours again. Just give me this."
His free hand came up to cup her jaw roughly, forcing her to meet his stare directly. He didn't wait for her verbal consent—he could see it in the way her breath caught and her body remained pliant beneath him.
"You're going to love it," he promised darkly, his thumb stroking across her lower lip. "I'll make sure of it."
He positioned himself more deliberately now, the head of his cock pressing against the tight resistance of her virgin entrance. His grip on her hips tightened possessively as he began to apply pressure.
"Relax for me," he ordered softly, his voice losing some of its earlier roughness. "Breathe through it. I'll be gentle at first."
Jay jay let out a wet, hysterical laugh that cracked halfway through. A tear rolled down her temple, catching the dim light as she stared up at him with eyes that were wide and wild.
"Wow," she wheezed, her chest heaving with a mixture of panic and sheer, unadulterated adrenaline. "Nice joke, Mark Keifer Watson. Really. 'I'll be gentle.' That's—that's hilarious."
She grabbed his wrist, her fingers trembling but her grip surprisingly firm. Her breathing was coming in shallow, jagged bursts now, her heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape.
"You're lying," she accused, her voice rising in pitch, chaotic and breathless. "You're a terrible liar. You've been anything but gentle all night!"
Despite the words, she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her hips up, offering herself to him with a desperate, reckless bravado.
Before he could respond, she reached up with a sudden, desperate strength and grabbed his wrist. She didn't push him away—instead, she yanked his hand down, slamming his palm flat against her breast. Her skin was burning hot, her nipple already hard and aching under his touch.
Keifer's smirk widened, a dark, knowing thing that didn't reach his eyes but spoke volumes of the control he held over the situation. He let her hand pull his own against her chest, his fingers curling around her breast with a possessive firmness.
"You talk too much," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and teasing.
He shifted, positioning himself carefully at her tight entrance. His first attempt was met with stubborn resistance—her body wasn't ready, not quite. He felt the friction, the sheer tightness of her, and a frustrated groan vibrated through his chest.
"Fuck," he hissed, pulling back slightly. He didn't rush it this time. He stayed there, pressing against her, letting the heat of him melt away the tension. "Relax, Jay jay. I told you—breathe."
He waited, his gaze locked on hers, watching for the moment her muscles yielded.
Jay jay's head snapped back, her eyes fluttering shut as she let out a long, broken groan. "Oh, god," she gasped, her voice cracking.
The tension in his jaw finally broke as he felt her surrender. He didn't rush. He held himself still, buried deep within her, letting the heat of her body work its magic on him. His eyes remained fixed on hers, watching every flicker of emotion across her face—the pain, the surprise, the eventual acceptance.
"There," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "See? I told you."
He began to move with a slow, excruciatingly deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was a calculated move, testing her limits and finding exactly where she was most sensitive. He watched her face closely, tracking the way her moans shifted from sharp gasps of discomfort to deep, resonant sounds of pleasure.
"You're doing so well for me, my Mrs watson," he murmured against her skin, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Just stay with me. Don't fight it."
Keifer's movements became increasingly primal, his control finally fraying at the edges. He didn't stop at release instead, he shifted his weight, pulling back until he was positioned once more at her pussy. He drove into her with a sudden, ferocious intensity, his thrusts hard and uncompromising.
"Ah—Keifer!" Jay jay cried out, her voice a high, melodic wail of pure ecstasy. Her hips met every heavy strike, her body arching and trembling under the onslaught of sensation.
He didn't hold back. He hammered into her with a rhythmic brutality that left her gasping for air, her vision blurring as she reached another peak. "That's my girl," he growled against her neck, his voice thick and dark. "Take it all. You belong to me, every single inch of you."
With one final, bone-deep thrust, his body locked up again.
His body went rigid, his head falling forward to rest against hers as he emptied himself inside her once more. The release was violent, shaking his entire frame with its intensity. He groaned low in his throat, a sound of pure, animalistic satisfaction that vibrated through both of their bodies.
"Good girl," he breathed against her skin, his voice rough with exhaustion. "So perfect for me."
He stayed buried within her warmth for long moments afterward, his hands coming up to cup her breasts gently. His thumbs traced lazy circles around her nipples while his forehead rested against hers.
"I'm not pulling out," he murmured into the silence between them. "Not yet."
Jay jay let out a weak, breathless huff, her eyes fluttering open to look at him. "Keifer, remove it already," she complained, her voice thick with exhaustion. "It's my pussy, not yours. You've had enough."
He didn't budge. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, his dark eyes filled with a stubborn, possessive light. "No," he murmured against her temple. "Not until I say so."
"Fine," she groaned, rolling her eyes despite the dazed haze clouding her vision. "Fine then."
Moving with the slow, heavy limbs of someone who had just run a marathon, she shifted. She crawled up his body, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. She straddled him, her thighs trembling from the effort, and lowered herself down until she was sitting directly on him again.
Keifer's hands slid down to her waist, his hips beginning to lift in a slow, upward thrust that sent a fresh wave of heat through Jay jay's core.
"Keifer, stop," she whined, her head dropping onto his shoulder. "I'm so tired. don't."
She sounded like a spoiled child, her voice small and pleading, her body completely limp against him. She didn't even have the strength to hold herself upright, her weight pressing fully against his chest.
Keifer let out a mock sigh, pulling his face away from her neck to look at her. He made a dramatic, exaggerated pout, his brows furrowing as if she had deeply offended him.
"Fine," he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched with suppressed amusement. "Sleep now. But I'm taking my revenge in the morning. You won't be able to walk."
His expression softened, the mock frustration melting into something far more tender. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest so she could feel the steady thrum of his heart.
"I love you, Jay," he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, sincere register that cut through the heavy silence of the room. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss to the crown of her head, his lips lingering there as if trying to memorize the scent of her hair.
His hands drifted down, his palms cupping her ass through the thin fabric of her gown, squeezing gently in a slow, possessive rhythm. It wasn't the rough grip from before—it was grounding, affectionate.
"Rest now," he murmured, his chin resting on top of her head. "I've got you."
He pulled the duvet up over them both, tucking it around her shoulders with careful precision.
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THE MOST AWAITED CHAPTER IS FINALLY HERE!
My cute readers, thank you sooooo much for your patience and for waiting for this chapter. I know you all have waited for so long, and I'm finally here with it! 😭💗
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— Unbotheredsoul ♡