Chapter 23
Kendall
Jace guided me to one of the chairs around the table and I sank into it. Every muscle in my body was quivering as he walked away a few steps and put a gun down on the counter. When he’d picked that up, I had no idea.
He disappeared behind the bar for a second, and I listened to the clicking of a safe being opened as well as my own breathing. I was alive! I was really alive.
I sucked in air, filling my lungs to capacity, feeling it all inside me. What a good feeling that was, I never bothered to appreciate it before, but I promised myself I would from now on.
My cheeks puffed out as I let my breath go and a shiver ran down my spine, branching out to my limbs and extremities as it went down. Every touch of my fingers on my skin as I wrung my hands, or brush of my clothes against my body, sent a symphony of pins and needles rippling around.
Jace stood up and set another gun down beside the first one, then a clip of bullets, before kicking the door of the safe shut. He didn’t look terrified, he didn’t look confused. He looked like a man with a plan. And a truly royal shade of angry.
I had no idea how he could look more in control now, when unknown assailants had just unloaded heavy machine gun fire in our direction, than he had when he was in his element growing his corporate empire. He was like a solid rock in the middle of the perfect storm, and I did my best to latch on to his strength, his indomitable power.
Jace stalked over to me and reached down, pulling me to my feet with both hands on the sides of my head. I froze under the intensity of his gaze, quivering muscles or not.
“You hurt? Is there even a scratch on you?” he asked.
“I… I don’t think so-”
Jace pulled even harder and I went up on the tips of my toes as he leaned down and kissed me as forcefully as he ever had. I curled my hands around his bulging biceps and kissed him back, my exhilaration at being alive only magnified by his touch, his closeness.
I reached out with both hands and stroked his thick cock along his inner thigh, feeling it slowly hardening under my fingers inside his pants. He was taking my breath away with his kiss, and every beat of my heart made me feel the need to have him inside me even more.
Jace’s blood might be pumping for a different reason than mine, but it seemed like we ended up needing the same thing. I needed the affirmation of life, to feel those heights of ecstasy that only he could give me, Jace needed to unleash his raw energy, all that alpha male power, and I was the best thing he’d ever found to do that.
His hands moved from the sides of my head, down my back, and gripped my ass tight as he crushed me against him and that hardening evidence of his arousal pressed along the side of my stomach and hip. I let my hands roam over him, feeling those muscles bunch and release under his shirt, letting their strength assure me of my safety.
Grinding his hips against me, making that cock of his drive me wild in the process, he broke off our kiss to growl a wordless vocalization of his need. He was aching to get inside me as much as I was desperate to let him.
He looked at the dining table and leaned over in that direction, backhanding a vase of flowers the housekeeper must have left and sending it at least seven feet before it smashed on the ground. Turning back to me, he regained his grip on my ass and lifted me in the air before spinning a quarter-turn on his heel and putting me on the edge of the table.
One hand curled around the back of my neck, under my hair, holding me firm as the other went up my skirt. Forcing my panties aside, Jace stroked my bare pussy until his finger was slick with my juices and he slid it inside me.
I moaned and my tight teen tunnel squeezed him as he thrust that finger in and out of me, coating himself even more with my slippery nectar until it was moving freely no matter how tight I gripped at it. Jace kissed me again, still holding me by the neck, and began to move his finger in a “come here” gesture, rubbing against the front wall of my pussy, making me whimper and buck my hips.
Trembling, I fumbled at his zip before managing to pull it down and reaching inside. The warmth of his body enveloped my hand as I worked my way into his boxers and grabbed that throbbing shaft.
As soon as I touched it, a jolt of pleasure from inside me where Jace was rubbing made me close my eyes and moan. Matters of life and death seemed to melt away and I gladly let the terror seep out of my body. Now Jace’s cock was life and death. It, him, me and pleasure were all that mattered.
There was no way his manhood was fitting out though the zip, long thick and hard as it was, so I reluctantly let it go after only a few strokes to undo his button. Jace was thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy with a steady rhythm, stroking some sensitive spot in my tight wetness with purpose.
The hard-fucking businessman made my whole body twitch and my abdominal muscles sporadically clench with his expert touch. I, in turn, was almost screaming in frustration at how long it was taking me to get back in contact with that mind-bending cock of his.
After what seemed like a lifetime, I managed to lift the waistband of his boxers over the tip of his erection and push them down along with his pants. I let out a long sigh of satisfaction when I was able to wrap both hands around that hard rod again.
Jace pulled his finger out of my now sopping wet slit and brought it to my mouth, pushing it inside so I could taste how hot he’d made me. I gazed right into his eyes as I sucked his finger clean, swirling my tongue all around it and leaning forward so it touched the back of my throat.
“You wanna take my big cock, Kendall?” he asked, slipping his finger out of my mouth.
“Yes, sir,” I nodded slowly.
He put his hand on my throat and pushed me back on the newly-cleared table top until I was lying flat. Trailing his fingers downwards over my body, he paused to squeeze one breast through my shirt before continuing to the hem of my skirt.
With my legs dangling off the edge of the table, I squirmed to let him hike my skirt up and then pointed both feet straight up to let him slide my panties off. Jace dropped my panties to the ground and then draped my legs over his shoulders.
I could see that huge dick, towering over my pussy, and even now, after all the times he’d driven the entire thing into me, it was still intimidating enough to make my breath catch in my throat. If Jace didn’t make me so unfathomably wet, there was no doubt it would be beyond my ability to take it.
Thankfully he did, and as he grabbed his cock mid-shaft and slapped my clit with it, I squealed and squirmed at the sparks of pleasure. I needed him to fuck me as hard as he could, make me forget everything that had just happened for as long as possible.
“Fuck me like a slut!” I panted.
When I’d packed my bag and hopped on the bus in Woodville, I never could have imagined any kind of situation where I would have said something like that. Things changed, and I needed to push every one of Jace’s buttons, make him harder and more furiously sexually-charged than he had ever been.
The man who took my virginity brushed his cock up and down along the length of my slit, spreading his pre-cum on me even as my own natural lubricants glistened on his tip. Soon, I felt that stretching sensation and clung on to the edge of the table with both hands, holding myself in place as he forced that incredible thickness into the depths where only he had been.
“Uhhhhhn!” I groaned as he slid his entire length into me in one steady stroke.
My eyes rolled back in my head and my whole world shrunk down to focus between my legs and that wonderful, complete, full feeling. Jace’s balls rested gently against me and he curled his hands around my thighs before pulling back, almost out, and slamming himself home again.