Chapter 75: Commanding
"On the bed, pet," Jett drawled, thumb hooking his waistband as he stepped back to watch; "crawl up to the pillows and arch for me."
"Yes, Master." Eleonora dipped her head, silver hair spilling like a curtain before she crawled onto the mattress, knees sinking into petals while the curve of her backside swayed with every movement.
Gooseflesh rippled over her skin; pearl drops of slick glistened at the seam of her lace, leaving a faint trail on her inner thighs as she obeyed.
Jett’s gaze burned. "Hands above your head, knees wider—show me everything."
Eleonora stretched out, wrists crossing above the pillows, thighs parting until the candlelight kissed the wet blush of her folds.
Jett climbed onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and pressed the thick head of his cock against the soft seam, wrenching a ragged gasp from them both.
He’s so big—he’ll split me in two, and I want him to, she thought, molten anticipation fluttering through her belly.
With one steady push he breached her, heat clutching tight around him as her walls welcomed each inch; he hissed a curse, fingers digging into her hips.
Eleonora arched, breasts lifting, a broken moan spilling past parted lips while a sweet quake rippled through her spine.
Jett set a slow, grinding rhythm, driving deep, then shallowing to feel her tremble, voice a low growl of praise. "That’s my good girl—take every inch."
He hitched her right leg over his shoulder and thrust harder, the new angle sliding deeper until her breath shattered into high, helpless cries.
He fills me perfectly; every thrust brands me his, she marveled, vision swimming with white-hot pleasure.