Knights' Sinner
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“Serenity?”
“Y-y-yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Please,” I whimper as his lips slide down and he tugs the shirt out of the way, capturing my nipple in his mouth. “Jackson, god...”
“I ain’t walkin’ away yet, at least not until I make you come for me.”
“Please...”
“Goin’ to do that right now. Goin’ to make you come until you’re screamin’ my name.”
“I’m no good, you’re better off without me...I’m trash, it’s all I’ve ever been to anyone...”
“One person’s trash,” he murmurs, sliding his tongue over my nipple. “Is another person’s treasure.”
“F-f-f-fuck you,” I rasp.
He chuckles against my skin. “So feisty when you’re desperate.”
“Just listen to me...” I protest, squirming.
“After.”
“Jackson!”
He lifts his head from my nipple, pinning me with his green gaze. “You want to come again?”
“No!” I snap, but my body shudders.
“Lie. You want my cock inside you again?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Another lie. You want my mouth on that sweet little pussy?”
“I hate you,” I whisper.
“Another lie.”
He grips my chin, and brings his mouth down over mine. Dammit, why does he have to taste so good? Why does he have to make it so hard for me to push him away? All I want to do is take his body in mine and never, ever let it go. I want him inside me as many times as I can possibly have him.
I’m being selfish. But I can’t turn away. I can’t think of anything else but him when he’s over me like this, his body pressed against mine. I might be inexperienced, but I’m still a female with hormones, and my body is aching for him. I want him. Hard. Fast. All over me.
“You want the truth?” I rasp, arching up as his fingers slide down my belly.
“Always.”
“Right now, in this moment...I want you to fuck me.”
He lifts his head and raises his brows. “Fuck you?”
“Fuck me. Dirty. Raw. Primal. I want you to fuck me.”
“Jesus,” he growls.
“Now, Jackson.”
“Bossy pixie,” he grins, leaning down and finding my hard nipple again.
“Please...”
“Back to begging, you know I like that.”
I mewl, and grip his jeans, tugging at them.
“Hey,” he says, gripping my hands and moving them. “You want fucking, I’ll fuck you darlin’. I’ll fuck you so hard you will forget how to breathe, but we do it my way. You want it raw, I’ll give it to you raw. You want it primal, that’s how it comes. Fucking ain’t slow and passionate. It’s hard and sweaty. So, if you’re sure, I’m goin’ to fuck you right about now.”
I bite my lip, and nod. He grins, and drops his head, capturing my lips again and kissing me so hard it takes my breath away. His tongue is hard, sexy and forceful. His body is flush against mine, and I can feel every, hard bit of him. He kisses me until we’re in a frenzy, just the way fucking should be. He kisses me until I’m clinging to him, tugging at his jeans. He kisses me until my shirt is in shreds on the floor, and he’s spreading my legs, both of us desperate and panting.
I forget where I am. I forget who I am.
All I know right now is him. I’m not even thinking about it. I just do it. I spread my legs, dragging my nails down his back. He grips my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin as he lifts it up over his hips. Then he’s inside me. A ragged scream leaves my throat, as I feel a moment of burning, raw pain. He slides his cock out, before pushing it back in. My ragged scream turns to a desperate whimper, and I reach down, gripping his ass and tilting my hips up. I want it harder. Faster. Deeper. I don’t know why. I don’t care why. Screw the pain.
“Harder,” I moan.
He gives it harder. His hips pump in and out of me with such force our skin slaps together, the bed creaks, and our groans blend together to make a sound of pure, primal satisfaction. He reaches between us, and finds my clit. He flicks and rolls it, while picking up the pace and slamming into my raw body as hard as he can. My screaming has turned ragged, and my voice is hoarse.
“You’re goin’ to come,” he rasps into my ear.
And I am. I can feel it building deep inside me. I can feel myself tightening around him. I can feel my hips arching upwards almost painfully as my body tenses for that release I know is coming. Jackson flicks my clit once more, at the same time his cock slides over my G-spot, and I come. I’ve heard the moment is mind blowing, but that doesn’t even begin to describe it. For a moment, I’m almost sure I pass out. I know I’m screaming, I know I’m thrashing, but my mind feels like it’s spinning, and I’m not there with it.
I hear Jackson’s growl.
I feel him pull out of me quickly.
Then I feel his hot come spurting over my belly.
It takes me a moment to realize...
We didn’t use a condom.
Shit.
*~*~*~*
JACKSON
I can hear her soft, steady breathing. The sun shines through the window, and I groan, shifting carefully to try and avoid waking her. I peer down at her sleeping form beside me, and my heart does something it hasn’t done for many years, it stammers. Fuck. Am I falling this hard for a girl younger than me, who I don’t even know? Yeah, I fucking am. I let my eyes travel over her, and it takes everything inside me not to reach out and touch her.
“Y-y-yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Please,” I whimper as his lips slide down and he tugs the shirt out of the way, capturing my nipple in his mouth. “Jackson, god...”
“I ain’t walkin’ away yet, at least not until I make you come for me.”
“Please...”
“Goin’ to do that right now. Goin’ to make you come until you’re screamin’ my name.”
“I’m no good, you’re better off without me...I’m trash, it’s all I’ve ever been to anyone...”
“One person’s trash,” he murmurs, sliding his tongue over my nipple. “Is another person’s treasure.”
“F-f-f-fuck you,” I rasp.
He chuckles against my skin. “So feisty when you’re desperate.”
“Just listen to me...” I protest, squirming.
“After.”
“Jackson!”
He lifts his head from my nipple, pinning me with his green gaze. “You want to come again?”
“No!” I snap, but my body shudders.
“Lie. You want my cock inside you again?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Another lie. You want my mouth on that sweet little pussy?”
“I hate you,” I whisper.
“Another lie.”
He grips my chin, and brings his mouth down over mine. Dammit, why does he have to taste so good? Why does he have to make it so hard for me to push him away? All I want to do is take his body in mine and never, ever let it go. I want him inside me as many times as I can possibly have him.
I’m being selfish. But I can’t turn away. I can’t think of anything else but him when he’s over me like this, his body pressed against mine. I might be inexperienced, but I’m still a female with hormones, and my body is aching for him. I want him. Hard. Fast. All over me.
“You want the truth?” I rasp, arching up as his fingers slide down my belly.
“Always.”
“Right now, in this moment...I want you to fuck me.”
He lifts his head and raises his brows. “Fuck you?”
“Fuck me. Dirty. Raw. Primal. I want you to fuck me.”
“Jesus,” he growls.
“Now, Jackson.”
“Bossy pixie,” he grins, leaning down and finding my hard nipple again.
“Please...”
“Back to begging, you know I like that.”
I mewl, and grip his jeans, tugging at them.
“Hey,” he says, gripping my hands and moving them. “You want fucking, I’ll fuck you darlin’. I’ll fuck you so hard you will forget how to breathe, but we do it my way. You want it raw, I’ll give it to you raw. You want it primal, that’s how it comes. Fucking ain’t slow and passionate. It’s hard and sweaty. So, if you’re sure, I’m goin’ to fuck you right about now.”
I bite my lip, and nod. He grins, and drops his head, capturing my lips again and kissing me so hard it takes my breath away. His tongue is hard, sexy and forceful. His body is flush against mine, and I can feel every, hard bit of him. He kisses me until we’re in a frenzy, just the way fucking should be. He kisses me until I’m clinging to him, tugging at his jeans. He kisses me until my shirt is in shreds on the floor, and he’s spreading my legs, both of us desperate and panting.
I forget where I am. I forget who I am.
All I know right now is him. I’m not even thinking about it. I just do it. I spread my legs, dragging my nails down his back. He grips my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin as he lifts it up over his hips. Then he’s inside me. A ragged scream leaves my throat, as I feel a moment of burning, raw pain. He slides his cock out, before pushing it back in. My ragged scream turns to a desperate whimper, and I reach down, gripping his ass and tilting my hips up. I want it harder. Faster. Deeper. I don’t know why. I don’t care why. Screw the pain.
“Harder,” I moan.
He gives it harder. His hips pump in and out of me with such force our skin slaps together, the bed creaks, and our groans blend together to make a sound of pure, primal satisfaction. He reaches between us, and finds my clit. He flicks and rolls it, while picking up the pace and slamming into my raw body as hard as he can. My screaming has turned ragged, and my voice is hoarse.
“You’re goin’ to come,” he rasps into my ear.
And I am. I can feel it building deep inside me. I can feel myself tightening around him. I can feel my hips arching upwards almost painfully as my body tenses for that release I know is coming. Jackson flicks my clit once more, at the same time his cock slides over my G-spot, and I come. I’ve heard the moment is mind blowing, but that doesn’t even begin to describe it. For a moment, I’m almost sure I pass out. I know I’m screaming, I know I’m thrashing, but my mind feels like it’s spinning, and I’m not there with it.
I hear Jackson’s growl.
I feel him pull out of me quickly.
Then I feel his hot come spurting over my belly.
It takes me a moment to realize...
We didn’t use a condom.
Shit.
*~*~*~*
JACKSON
I can hear her soft, steady breathing. The sun shines through the window, and I groan, shifting carefully to try and avoid waking her. I peer down at her sleeping form beside me, and my heart does something it hasn’t done for many years, it stammers. Fuck. Am I falling this hard for a girl younger than me, who I don’t even know? Yeah, I fucking am. I let my eyes travel over her, and it takes everything inside me not to reach out and touch her.
