Chapter 3
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JPOV
"Aw Alice," I didn't get out much more, and even that little bit was nearly unintelligible with the deep gravelly tone I used. I fought not to take her to rough, not to pound her through the wall…
Her wet heat drew me like a magnet, I slipped my hand though her curls, she gasped and arched back into me. I hissed as her ass rubbed my cock, the friction unbearable. I jerked against her, driving roughly into her, the thin material of my pants the only barrier keeping me from entering her. I slipped through her cream, finding her tiny opening and slipping in. Her walls clenched tight, nearly preventing me from entering her further. Alice gasped and arched into my arms, legs curling back around my thighs; arms cart wheeling back to lock around my neck.
I forged my way in, fighting her delicate muscles until I was buried to my palm; she writhed, grinding her clit into me.
"Jasper, Jasper, Please!" her cries and mewls gasped into my neck as she fought to get closer, fought to get me to move.
I refused to stroke her, holding her to me with one hand cupping her crotch, the other a steel band around her chest.
She gasped and wriggled against me, working herself on my hand. I fought to hold still, I didn't want to be too rough with her, my little pixie… It was getting so hard not to take her to the floor, force her to her knees…
Her mouth met my neck seconds before she bit down.
I roared the sound seeming far off, lust a haze that settled over me.
I spun her swiftly away from me, she cried out as she lost her hold and her back hit the wall of the closet. Her eyes flew open, mouth gasping for air she didn't need. My gaze jerked down to her heaving chest. I growled, teeth ripping through her thin tank top and the lacy bra beneath. I latched onto one milky beast the second it was free, creamy skin topped in the palest of pinks; one arm curling around her back to arch her into me, the other returning to its earlier task, plunging two fingers into her. She was wet and slick, silky with her own cream; it was getting easir to fight her tightness, to stroke her harder and faster despite her constricting muscles.
She cried out, arching madly in my arms, her internal muscles, layered in silk nearly strangling my fingers as she rode me like a bull. Her arms flew up to wrap around me, burrowing into my hair and clenching.
She was close, I could tell from the rippling of her tight muscles; from her heavy breathing. Rumbling, gravelly sounds continued reverberating within my chest as I switched breasts, and bit down.
She wailed, arching into me, strong enough to force her back from the wall despite my strength. She clamped down hard enough to trap me, her legs curling up around me.