Chapter 2: Building Tension
Elle awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden light through the sheer curtains of her bedroom. She lay still for a moment, her mind sifting through the remnants of her dreams. They had been vivid, intense, filled with images of long, muscular limbs entwined with hers, of whispers that turned into moans of pleasure, of a raw, primal hunger that she had never before experienced. She let out a shaky breath, her body still tingling with the aftermath of her dreams.
She could feel the warmth between her thighs, the faint ache that reminded her of the passion she had experienced in her subconscious.
An image of Jasper flashed through her mind, his piercing green eyes, his muscular body, and the way he had claimed her with such raw, primal hunger. She could still feel the ghost of his touch, the memory of his hands on her body sending shivers down her spine.
She reached down, her fingers brushing against the dampness between her legs, a soft gasp escaping her lips at the sensation. She was still so sensitive, her clit throbbing with a desperate need for more.
She wanted to be filled, to be taken like she was in her dream, to be possessed by a man who wasn't afraid to take what he wanted.
She slipped a finger inside herself, her breath hitching at the sensation. She imagined it was Jasper's cock, thick and hard, filling her completely. She moaned softly, her body arching as she added a second finger, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
She could feel it building again, that wonderful, intense pressure, and she wanted it. She wanted to come again, to shatter into a thousand pieces and let the remnants of her dream wash over her.
She moved her fingers faster, her breathing becoming more ragged as she chased the edge. But it wasn't enough. She wanted Jasper.
She rolled over, reaching for her phone on the bedside table. Her fingers trembled as she dialed a number she knew by heart. It rang only twice before a deep, sleepy voice answered.
"Elle?" Jasper asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"I need you," she whispered, her voice a husky plea. "I need you to fuck me, Jasper.
I need you to come over here and fuck me like you did in my dream."
There was a pause on the line, and Elle could almost hear Jasper's brain processing what she had just said. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, the pulse between her legs, and she knew she meant every word.
"Elle," Jasper finally said, his voice a low rumble. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to cross any lines."
Elle's hand was still between her legs, her fingers moving faster, chasing the edge of her orgasm. "Fuck the lines, Jasper. I want you.
I need you to come over here and fuck me like you did in my dream," Elle repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with an urgency that left no room for doubt.
Jasper was silent for a moment, the weight of her words settling over him like a physical force. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the hunger that matched his own. He let out a low, ragged breath, his cock already rock hard at the thought of her.
"I'm on my way," he finally replied, his voice a low growl. "Don't you dare come until I'm balls deep inside you, Elle.
Elle whimpered, her body already primed and ready for him. She slipped her fingers out from between her legs, coating her hand in her slick juices. She brought them up to her mouth, sucking them clean, her eyes locked on his.
Jasper swore under his breath, his cock twitching at the sight. He hung up the phone, his pants already discarded as he made his way to her house. He didn't bother knocking, knowing she'd left the door unlocked for him.
He pushed it open and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. She was exactly as he'd left her in his fantasies—draped over the bed, her long blonde hair fanned out around her, her body naked and aching for him.
He kicked the door shut behind him, his heart pounding in his chest like a primal war drum. He was dripping with anticipation, his cock so hard it hurt, his balls heavy with need. He moved towards her, his eyes never leaving hers, his breathing ragged.
Elle's body quivered with anticipation, her nipples hardening into tight peaks at the sight of him. She could see the contours of his muscles, the way they bunched and shifted beneath his skin, the bulge of his cock tenting his pants in a way that made her mouth water.
Jasper reached the bed and knelt beside her, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing away the damp tendrils of hair that clung to her skin. "You're a fucking vision," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers dancing down her spine.
"So goddamn beautiful."
Elle whimpered, her body arching into his touch, desperate for more. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the raw, primal scent of him—a mix of musk and something indefinably male. She was on fire, her body burning with a need she couldn't ignore.
Jasper leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a brutal, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her, tasting her. Elle moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. She wanted more, needed more.
She wanted to feel him, to taste him, to have him inside her. She bit his lower lip, a primal, possessive act, and Jasper growled, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through her entire body. He released her lip, his tongue tracing the sting away, before he pulled back, breaking the kiss.
"Turn over," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "I want to see that sweet ass."
Elle complied, her body moving instinctively, her heart pounding with anticipation. She turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him, her ass in the air, her body trembling with need.
Jasper growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he admired the view.
"Fuck, Elle," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You look so goddamn hot like this."
He ran his hands over her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks, before giving one a firm smack. Elle moaned, the sound echoing through the room, her body arching into the touch. Jasper smiled, a wicked, hungry smile, before smacking her other cheek, harder this time.
Elle gasped, the sound turning into a low moan as she pushed her ass back, wanting more. Jasper chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You like that, don't you, Elle? You like it rough."
Elle moaned again, her body writhing as she pushed back against him, desperate for more. "Yes," she whispered, the word escaped her lips like a secret. "I like it rough, Jasper. I want more."
Jasper growled, a deep, primal sound that seemed to resonate through the room.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "You want more, Elle? You want me to fuck you hard, to make you scream until your neighbors hear it?"
Elle whimpered, her body shaking with need. "Yes," she pleaded, her voice barely recognizable. "Yes, Jasper. Fuck me. Make me scream."
Jasper's response was immediate. He positioned himself behind her, his thick, hard cock brushing against her wetness. Elle pushed back against him, desperate to feel him inside her. Jasper chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. "Not yet, sweetheart.
First, I need to taste you," Jasper growled, his voice thick with desire.
Elle felt him shift, heard the rustle of fabric, and then his hands were on her, spreading her cheeks wide. She felt a hot, wet sensation, and realized he was licking her, his tongue circling her tight little hole before moving up to her clit.
She cried out, her body convulsing at the sensation. No one had ever done this to her before, and the intimacy of it, the raw, primal feel of his tongue on her most sensitive parts, pushed her to the brink.
Jasper's tongue was relentless, licking and sucking, tasting every inch of her. He groaned against her flesh, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Elle's hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as she fought to stay grounded. She was panting, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Jasper's tongue continued its relentless exploration. He pulled back slightly, his tongue probing her entrance, tasting her arousal as it dripped onto his lips.
"Fuck, you taste incredible," he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated through her.
He licked her again, slowly, from bottom to top, circling her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Elle cried out, her hips bucking against him, her body desperate for more.
"Jasper," she moaned, her voice a plea. "Please, I need more."
Jasper smiled against her flesh, his tongue continuing to work her clit, his fingers sliding into her pussy, filling her in a way that made her moan. He crooked his fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars, and began to rub it with firm, steady pressure.
Elle let out a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She could feel every nerve ending in her body lighting up, could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, drowning her in sensation.
Jasper didn't stop, his fingers moving faster, his tongue still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a shivering, quivering mess. He finally pulled back, his hands coated in her juices, his cock harder than it had ever been.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock poised to enter her.
Elle looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with raw desire and need. "Please, Jasper," she begged, her voice a ragged plea.
Jasper groaned, the sound low and primal, as he thrust into her in one fluid motion. Elle gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation of him filling her completely driving her wild. He was so thick, so hard, and she could feel every inch of him as he slid inside her. She pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more.
"Fuck, Jasper," she moaned, her voice a ragged cry. "Don't hold back. Give it to me. Give me all of you."
Jasper growled, a deep, primal sound that resonated through her. He pulled back slightly before slamming into her again, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm. Elle cried out with each thrust, her body shaking with the force of his possession. He was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before, like he owned her, like she belonged to him.
"Yes, that's it," she pleaded, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me like that.
Harder," Elle begged, her voice a ragged plea.
Jasper didn't need to be told twice. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and started to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder, more brutal.
Elle cried out with each thrust, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her, the way he filled her completely. It was both painful and pleasurable, a raw, primal sensation that sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation and hunger.
"I want it. I want all of it. Give it to me, Jasper. Make me feel every fucking inch of you."
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers biting into her soft flesh as he began to piston into her with brutal, relentless force. Each thrust was a claim, a statement of ownership, a raw, primal act of possession. Elle could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her, filled her, claimed her as his own.
She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with her own, their bodies slapping together in a wet, obscene rhythm that filled the room.
The sound of their flesh meeting, the wet smacks echoing off the walls, ignited something primal within her. She needed more.
"Fuck me harder, Jasper," she demanded, her voice ragged and desperate. "Don't hold back, you fucking pussy. Give me everything you've got." He pulled out until just the tip of his cock remained inside her, before slamming back into her with such force that it drove the breath from her lungs. "You want it rough, Elle?
You want me to fuck you like a wild animal?" Jasper growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep inside her, their bodies slapping together with a wet, obscene sound.
Elle moaned, her body arching into his, desperation and hunger consuming her. "Yes, fuck, yes," she begged, her voice a ragged plea. "Give it to me. I want it. I need it."
Jasper obliged. He pulled out almost all the way before driving back into her, his hips snapping forward with brutal force.
The sound of their bodies coming together was obscene, the wet slapping echoing off the walls. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he picked up speed, his cock sliding in and out of her at a brutal pace.
Elle's body was on fire, her skin tingling with sensation, her muscles aching with the force of his possession. She was shaking, her body trembling with each hard thrust, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She could feel him everywhere, filling her completely, stretching her, claiming her. It was more than she had ever experienced, more than she had ever thought she could handle.
But with Jasper, she felt like she could take it all and more. She wanted to take it all. She wanted to be fucked raw, to be marked, claimed, and possessed in ways she had never imagined.
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened even further, his fingers leaving crescent-shaped impressions on her soft flesh. He could feel her body trembling around him, could feel the way she was stretching, accommodating his size, taking everything he had to give. He loved the way she felt, the way she moaned and begged for more. He was going to give it to her, everything she wanted and more.
He was going to fuck her so hard she'd feel it for days, feel him inside her, marking her, claiming her as his own.
"You like that, don't you, Elle?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. "You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you?"
"Yes," Elle moaned, her voice raspy and desperate. Fuck me harder. Make me feel you.
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving crescent-shaped impressions on her soft flesh.
He was going to give it to her, everything she wanted and more. He was going to fuck her so hard she'd feel it for days, feel him inside her, marking her, claiming her as his own.
Make me feel you."
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened even further, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with brutal, relentless force.
Elle could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, filled her, claimed her as his own. She wanted more. Give me everything you've got.
"Please, Jasper, I need it. I need you to fuck me until I can't take any more. I need you to make me feel like I've never felt before. Make me scream your name."
Jasper's response was immediate; his hips snapped forward as he plunged into her with such force that it drove the air from her lungs. He began to move, his thrusts coming faster, harder, and deeper than ever before. He was unrelenting, a force of nature, a tidal wave of raw, primal need that threatened to consume them both.
Elle had never felt anything like it before. She was a slave to his touch, to his cock, to the way he claimed her body as his own.
"Fuck, Jasper," she cried out, her voice hoarse and ragged. "Harder. I need it harder."
Jasper's response was a low, guttural growl. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her, before slamming back into her with a force that had her screaming his name.
"You want it rough, Elle?" he snarled, his voice thick with lust.
You want me to fuck you like the filthy little slut you are?"
His words sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit, and Elle let out a desperate moan. "Yes, fuck yes," she begged, her voice barely above a whimper. "I want it rough, Jasper. I want you to fuck me like I'm your fucking property." He wrapped one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, while his other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he thrust into her with brutal force.
"Is that what you want, Elle? You want me to treat you like my dirty little fucktoy?"
Elle could only moan in response, her body convulsing as he slammed into her, the sensation of his cock filling her completely, the grip on her throat making her feel both possessed and desired. She could feel the marks of his fingers on her flesh, could feel the way he claimed her, owned her, used her for his pleasure.
Jasper's thrusts became more frenzied, more desperate, as he felt her clench around him, her body responding to his brutal possession.
He could feel the heat building between them, could feel the sweat dripping from his brow as he pounded into her.
"Is that what you want, you filthy little whore?" he growled, his voice a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down Elle's spine. "You want me to use you like a fucking toy? To make you scream and beg for more?"
"Yes," Elle moaned, her voice barely more than a ragged whisper. "Yes, Jasper, I want that. I want you to use me.
Fuck me like I'm yours to own."
Jasper groaned, his cock pulsing at her words. He tightened his grip on her throat, his other hand leaving her hip to grip her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her harder, faster.
"You're mine now, Elle," he growled. "All fucking mine. Say it."
Elle whimpered, her body on fire with desire. She could feel the sting of his fingers in her hair, the pressure of his hand on her throat, and it was driving her wild.
"I'm yours, Jasper," she gasped. "Use me.
I'm your fucking toy," Elle choked out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Jasper's grip on her throat tightened.
"Good girl," Jasper growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Now take my cock like the dirty little slut you are."
He released her throat, only to slap her ass hard enough to leave a bright red handprint. Elle yelped, her hips bucking against him, seeking more of the pain that was fast becoming pleasure.
Jasper groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight of her red skin. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding her ear.
"You want to be fucked rough, Elle? You want me to make you mine in every way possible?"
Elle moaned, her body arching against him, desperate for more. "Yes, yes," she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper. "I want it, Jasper. I want you to mark me, to claim me. Make me yours." He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside her, before slamming back into her with brutal force. Elle cried out, her body convulsing at the sudden intrusion.
Jasper thrust deep into her, his hips snapping forward with savage force. He held her in place with one hand wrapped tightly around her waist, his other hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"You're mine now, Elle," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations through her body. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
Elle panted, her body trembling with need and desire. "I'm yours, Jasper," she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"I'm all yours."
Jasper let out a low growl, his cock throbbing at her words. He pulled her hair tighter, arching her back, making her ass stick out even further. He slapped it again, the sound echoing in the room. Elle moaned, her hips pushing back against him, wanting more.
He slapped her again, and again, until her ass was bright red and glowing. Elle was moaning constantly now, her body on fire with desire. Jasper could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body was shaking with need. He wanted to feel her come undone, wanted to watch her fall apart beneath him.
He was so close, his balls were drawn up tight, his cock throbbing with the need to release. But he wanted her to go first, wanted to feel her pussy clench around him as she screamed his name.
Jasper let go of her hair and moved his hand to her clit, his fingers rubbing the sensitive bud in hard, fast circles. Elle cried out, her hips moving in time with his hand, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
"That's it, Elle," Jasper growled, his voice thick with lust. "Come for me.
I want to feel you come all over my cock," Jasper demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. His fingers worked her clit with relentless pressure, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Elle could feel it building, the pressure mounting like a dam ready to burst. Her body was on fire, her skin tingling, her muscles trembling. She was so close, so fucking close.
"Jasper...I'm...I'm...oh, fuck," she gasped, her words broken and ragged. She was right there, teetering on the edge, ready to fall.
"That's it, Elle.
Come all over my cock," Jasper urged, his voice hoarse with desire as he felt her body tightening around him. He could feel her muscles fluttering, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
Elle let out a scream, her body convulsing as pleasure tore through her. It was intense, overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her vision blurred, her breath caught in her throat, her entire body shaking with the force of her release.
Jasper groaned, the sound deep and primal, as he felt her come undone around him.
He continued to rub her clit in tight, fast circles, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering, gasping mess. As her body finally stilled, he pulled his fingers away and slapped her ass again, the sound echoing off the walls.
"Turn over," he commanded, his voice harsh with need. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."
Elle complied, her body moving instinctively as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide for him. Jasper let out a low growl at the sight of her, her pussy glistening with her arousal, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.
He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked on hers as he slowly began to lower himself onto her.
Elle bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his as he filled her inch by agonizing inch. "Fuck, you're so big, Jasper," she moaned, her hands gripping his hips, trying to pull him deeper inside her.
"You can take it, Elle," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You can take all of me."
He began to move, his hips thrusting slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his size. Elle moaned, her body arching against his, desperate for more.
All of it. Give it to me," she begged, her voice ragged with desire.
Jasper's eyes darkened with lust, and he began to move, his hips thrusting harder and faster. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a dirty, obscene symphony that drove them both wild. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, his cock filling and stretching her completely.
"Fuck, Elle, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"You're squeezing the fuck out of my cock."
Elle whimpered, her fingers digging into his forearms, her nails leaving crescent-shaped impressions in his skin. "I can't help it," she moaned, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. "You're so fucking big. I can feel every inch of you." He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into her, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. The sound of their flesh meeting was obscene, a wet slapping that seemed to echo off the walls.
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened even further, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to fuck her harder, faster, his cock slamming into her with a brutality that had Elle crying out with each thrust.
"Fuck, Elle, you're so goddamn tight," he growled, his voice thick with lust and desire.
Elle whimpered, her body shaking with the force of his possession. "I can't help it," she moaned, her voice ragged and desperate.
Jasper's body tensed, his control slipping as he felt her tight, wet heat clenching around him. He was on the brink, the pleasure building like a storm inside him, threatening to consume him entirely. He wanted to make it last, to savor the feel of her, but Elle's words sent him crashing over the edge.
"Fuck, Elle," he growled, his voice thick with lust and need. "I can't hold back anymore. I need to come inside you.
I need to mark you as mine."
With one last, fierce thrust, Jasper buried himself to the hilt inside Elle. He could feel her tight, wet heat clenching around him, her walls fluttering and pulsating as she clamped down on his cock. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, and he groaned, a low, primal sound that resonated through the room.
"Fuck," he growled, his body tensing as he felt the first spasms of his orgasm. "I'm going to come inside you, Elle.
I'm going to fill you up with my cum, mark you as mine," Jasper panted, his hips moving in urgent, desperate thrusts.
Elle could feel it, the tension coiling in his body, the way his muscles bunched and shifted under her touch. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her, wanting to feel every inch of him.
"Do it, Jasper," she gasped, her body shaking with the force of her own impending orgasm. "Come inside me. Fill me up with your cum."
Jasper's control snapped, and he began to move with a frenzied, desperate pace.
He could feel the heat building between them, the sweat dripping from their bodies as they moved together. Elle was panting, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, her body convulsing around his cock.
"Fuck, Elle, you feel so goddamn good," he grunted, his voice a low, primal growl. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, it's killing me."
Elle moaned, her body shaking as Jasper's cock filled her completely. "Please, Jasper," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me harder.
Make me feel you, Jasper," Elle pleaded, her voice a whimper filled with desire. "I want to feel every inch of you." He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her, before slamming back into her with such force that it drove the breath from her lungs. Jasper growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
He began to move faster, harder, his hips snapping forward with brutal force.
Elle cried out with each thrust, her body shaking and convulsing as he filled her completely. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, the way he filled her completely.
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened even further, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with relentless force. Elle's body was on fire, her skin tingling, her muscles aching with the force of his possession.
She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, filled her, claimed her as his own. His cock was a relentless force, a brutal invader that left her gasping and begging for more.
"Harder, Jasper," she cried out, her voice ragged and desperate.
Jasper growled, his body slick with sweat, his muscles rippling as he plunged into her with savage force. "You want it rough, you filthy little slut?" Jasper growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you like the dirty whore you are?"
Elle nodded, her body writhing beneath him, desperate for more. "Yes, fuck yes," she begged, her voice a ragged whisper. I want you to fuck me like you hate me."
Jasper's eyes darkened with desire, his cock throbbing at her words. He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and aching, before flipping her over onto her stomach. Elle eagerly complied, her body shaking with anticipation as she presented herself to him on all fours.
Jasper wasted no time, his hands gripping her hips roughly as he positioned himself behind her. Elle could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she pushed back against him, desperate to feel him inside her again.
Jasper groaned, the sound low and primal, as he slowly pushed into her, filling her inch by agonizing inch. Elle moaned, her body stretching to accommodate his size, the sensation of him filling her completely sending shivers down her spine.
"Fuck, you're tight," Jasper growled, his voice thick with lust and desire.
"Your pussy is like a fucking vise, milking my cock."
Elle moaned, her face pressed into the mattress, her body trembling with the force of his possession. "It's all yours, Jasper. Every fucking inch."
Jasper's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to his size before picking up speed.
Elle moaned into the mattress, her body pushing back against him, greedy for more.
"You feel so fucking good, Elle," Jasper growled, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, it's like a fucking vice around my cock."
He quickened his pace, his hips jerking forward with a violence that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. His cock plunged into her with a force that felt like a battering ram, each thrust a brutal, unyielding assault. She could feel every inch of him, the way he invaded her, the way he stretched her to her limits. The pain was sharp, a knife twisting in her gut, and she could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a trapped animal. She wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, but the words were lodged in her throat, choking her.
She wanted him to take her, to use her, to make her scream his name.
Jasper's hands roamed her body, his fingers gripping her hips, her ass, her breasts, as if trying to claim every inch of her. His touch was possessive, dominant, and Elle loved it. She wanted him to claim her, to make her his.
"God, Elle," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is so fucking tight.
I can feel every fucking inch. I wanna rip you apart, Elle. I wanna destroy that sweet little cunt." Jasper's words were a filthy, obscene litany, a symphony of lust and depravity that seemed to vibrate through the very air they shared.
Each thrust was brutal, a savage claiming of her body, a raw, primal act of possession that left Elle gasping and panting, her body aching with the force of his relentless assault. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her completely, and the pain was exquisite, a sharp, biting pleasure that had her writhing and moaning beneath him.