Chapter 27: Filthy Crown: Chapter 26

He’s big and thick, making my mind race, wondering how he’ll feel inside me, stretching me and filling me up.

A whimper escapes me as I take him in, his velvety shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, bumping the back of my throat and making me swallow.

“Fuck, Princess. You know how much Daddy loves that.”

Hell. Yes, I do. I love this. Bringing out the dirty side of Jack.

Already slick with need, his filthy words have my pussy clenching. Wanting to push him, I hum around his length, the vibrations making him buck into me and making me gag.

That’s right, Daddy. Give me that big cock.

Moaning, I pull back, sucking on the mushroom tip, reveling in the musky taste of his precum. I’m mid swirl when his hand comes to the back of my head, his fingers gripping tightly onto my hair and pulling me off.

“No more, Princess. I need inside that pretty pussy.” Jack lowers himself, his hands coming to my shoulders, roughly pushing me down onto the cold floor before traveling to my breasts. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. Too perfect for me.”

“No. I was made for you, Jack.” My hand reaches up, the fingers tracing the moonlit contours of his rugged face. He’s the perfect one, with his high cheekbones and strong jaw, it’s a miracle he isn’t already taken.

He’s mine. That’s why. A voice in the recesses of my brain screams. Yes. I was made for him and he was made for me.

Jack has pushed up my nightgown, his hands now resting on my rib cage, fingers digging into me possessively as his gaze travels up and down my frame.

“Like what you see, Daddy?”

“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” His lips come down to a silk-covered nipple, his teeth plucking at it, sucking in the peak through the fabric.

My back arches off the ground, pressing my breast further into him as a moan escapes me. “Take me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

I told myself I wasn’t going to beg. That I wasn’t going to throw myself at him anymore, but fuck it. All sense of self-preservation flew out the window as soon as his lips landed on mine.

“But I thought I was a coward. Isn’t that what you said?” Jack’s mouth curls up into a smirk as he travels to my other breast, giving it the same attention as he sucks at it through the fabric. “Cowards don’t fuck their little girls, do they?”

His fingers travel up to the strap of my nightgown, his movements painfully slow as I narrow my eyes at him. “Jack,” I growl, my hips moving, grinding my core on his stomach as my legs wrap around him and lock him into place. “A coward doesn’t finger fuck his little girl with other people in the room.”

I raise a brow, begging him to argue. Come hell or high water, he isn’t leaving until he’s had me. Not until I’ve felt his massive length inside of me.

Reminding him of what I want, of what’s his to take, I lower my hand, gripping his thick shaft. Using the head of his cock, I push the thin fabric of my panties to the side and drag the turgid tip along my slick folds, letting him feel the heat, feel how wet he’s made me.

“Don’t you want me, Daddy? Don’t you want to make me feel good?” I whisper, my eyes never leaving his, knowing our little game affects him as much as it does me.

He closes his eyes, fighting my hold, but I don’t give up. Taking him in hand, I give him one hard stroke before I push the tip into my channel.

The one little movement makes my back arch and legs quiver. God, he feels so good.

“Fuck, Princess.” He retreats before shallowly pumping the tip back in, not moving any further, his restraint driving me crazy with need. “You know this is wrong, right? You know once we cross this line, we can’t take it back?”

I whimper, the fog of lust and love so strong I can barely form words. My hands scrape down his chest and then wrap around his back, bringing his chest down onto mine and making him slide in a little bit deeper.

Gasping into his ear, I give him permission. “I’m yours. Always have been. Always will be.”

He releases a pained sound, his lips finding the crook of my neck and sucking hard as he thrusts the rest of the way in, taking me to the hilt and breaking through whatever’s left of my barrier in one swift move.

A whimper of pain falls from my lips, making Jack still. He releases his hold on my neck, his eyes finding mine as a lone tear escapes down my face.

“I should apologize, but I won’t.” He lowers his face, his tongue lapping up at the rogue tear before he slowly pulls his length out, only to thrust it back in. “This is mine, Pen. Your perfect little cunt is mine and there isn’t a man on this earth who’d dare say otherwise.”

His movements are slow and rough, his possessiveness making the pain melt away, replacing it with burning heat.

I breathe out, shaky and slow, our eyes dancing in the moonlight. “I’m all yours and you’re all mine.”

“I’m yours, baby.” His open palm finds my heart, splaying his fingers wide before he drives into me so hard my body slides up the hardwood floor. “Every fucking bit of me is yours until the day I die.”

His words bring me to tears. I’m unable to stop the flow as, one after another, they fall down my face.

I didn’t know how much I’d long to hear them until this very moment. He’s mine. I have him. My big strong Jack.

He lowers his chest to mine, his lips placing frantic kisses all over my face while he continues to slide in and out of me. “Don’t cry, Princess. Daddy’s got you and he’s never letting you go.”

Oh, my-fucking-god. If I thought his words before wrecked me, he’s now decimated me. He’s ripped me wide open and stitched me back together. Giving me what I’ve needed all these years.

This game we play, it might be sick to some, but it’s what my soul needs. This broken little girl inside me needed love, needed safety, needed her daddy to make her whole. Jack knows that. He sees it. Sees me. And instead of judging me, he gives it to me. Holds me together and makes me complete.

A ragged sob is ripped from me as I pull him to me, my arms gripping onto him for dear life. “I love you. God, I love you so fucking much.”

I buck into him with all that I have, needing to feel him tearing me in two because I know… I know with every fiber of my being that he’s the only one who can put me back together.

Jack lets out a feral growl as his hands find my ass, his fingers gripping into the meaty flesh. His thrusts turn punishing as he drives his hard length in and out of me.

Hard. Brutal. Thrusts.

My body bouncing and sliding up the floor, only held in place by his grip on my ass. “Yes, take me. Make me yours, Daddy.”

“Always,” he grits out, his eyes finding where we’re connected. “Jesus, Princess. Your cunt looks so good wrapped around my cock.” He slows his thrusts, they’re now coming excruciatingly slow. “God, baby. You were made for me. Made for Daddy.”

Just when I think I’m about to explode from his words, his hand leaves its hold on my backside and travels around to my mound. As soon as his finger presses on my bundle of nerves, I explode.

A kaleidoscope of colors floods my vision as a sound I don’t recognize is ripped from my throat.

Holymotherfuckingshit. The room tilts and I can’t see anything but an explosion of colors as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me.

This is it. He’s it. The missing piece to my jagged puzzle, making me whole.

He said there’s no going back, and I don’t want to. I’m finally where I need to be. Happy and whole.

“So.” Thrust. “Damn.” Thrust. “Beautiful.”

Jack keeps thrusting into me, his movements now coming fast and jerky.

“Squeeze, baby. Make your daddy cum.” Jack grabs my hand and brings it to his family jewels, pressing my fingers into him.

I do as he says, my walls clenching around him as my fingers hold him tight. “Gaaaaarrrhhhhhh,” Jack roars into the room, his body stilling save for the jerking of his cock deep inside me, each twitch releasing a spurt of warmth and coating me with his love.

He stays inside me, keeping us connected even after he’s given me every drop. With his arms under mine, he grabs hold and lifts us both off the floor, my body soft and compliant now that it’s been thoroughly fucked.

Reaching my bed, he finally pulls out—our joint liquid trailing down my partially covered pussy, our cum soaking my panties and leaking onto my thigh. Others might find this gross, but I love it. It’s a reminder that this was all real. Jack made me his. I’m his.

Pulling me under the covers, his hand roams to my sticky mound. “Mine.”

Lowering his head, he places gentle kisses on both peaks before traveling down my stomach and bypassing my scrunched up nightgown to my lace covered pussy.

It’s then that it hits me. He took me while partially clothed, not even bothering to fully undress me.

Looking down, I see that he’s pulled the soaked fabric to the side, exposing me as his eyes burn into mine. Jack’s tongue slowly lathes up my slit before his lips encircle my clit and suck. “Mine. This pussy is mine.”

“Yours, Jack. It’s yours.” I pant, enjoying how his mouth on my sensitive flesh makes my body spark and tingle.

Pleased with my answer, he smiles, returning to my lips and placing a soft kiss before positioning himself behind me and pulling me back into his chest. “Rest Princess, we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

My stomach flips at his words, not liking the tone he’s just taken. Whatever it is, I’ll make sure he doesn’t back out. Doesn’t take back everything that’s happened.

This was everything and more, and hell will freeze over before I’ll let him take it from me.