Shadow of Doubts

Chapter 21

MEERA scream at the painful intrusion, sinking her nails into his shoulder.

“s**t. You’re so tight, sweet heart!” His forehead creases as he grits his teeth. “Did I mess you up?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Keep going,” she uttered.

The look on his face says that he isn’t so sure, so she take matter on her own hands and roll her hips she bite back whimper.

Jelome’s jaw drop and his features tense. “Damn it!”

Unable to hold back anymore, he takes the lead and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth as he slowly thrusts in and out of her. Each stroke of his soldier makes her tremble around him, her walls clenching in an attempt to adjust to his size. But he is a real gentleman, holding onto his promise to take care of her and carefully rolling his hips to a gradual pace.

The lady is bracing herself while her muscles shake. She keep her eyes on the sinful devil between her legs. And seeing him there, she’s convinced that there’s no better sight in the world than this man sitting beneath her, worshipping her most intimate place.

Her grip on his shoulder tighten, her nails biting deep into the skin as the pain starts to ease. “Oh! Jelome!” Lust filled with moans slip from her lips and eyes roll back.

“I need to know you’re okay,” his voice orders. His speed picking up and forcing more sensual sounds from her.

“Y-yeah,” she replied. She arch her back, pushing her chest against his. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged.

“What?” He asked teasing and smirking.

“I said don’t stop. Damn it!”

Her body heats up, sweat beading over her skin as the fire in the pit of her belly lashes out with waves of pleasure. A craving she never felt before takes hold of her.

Jelome picks up the pace, pumping faster. The last threads of pain fade away and leave her with nothing but sweet jolts of electricity. She work her way down to his neck, her hands roam every inch of his body that she can reach. His well defined abs, his broad shoulders, and thick arms.

“Look at me, Meera,” he commanded.

Immediately , she shifted her gaze and her eyes darted to his. Instead of looking at his dark blue pools and seeing an ocean, she find herself locked in a trance by the stormy emotions ranging inside of him. The way Jelome is looking at her is way far different from every other guy. His stares reaches some deep part of her soul and latches onto it.

Her breath gets caught in her throat as she’s struck with an epiphany.

“Ah! T-That’s right, Jelome,” she moan louder as the depth of her feelings for him stabs her in the chest.

Barring his teeth and panting, Jelome glares back with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Fan-Fvcking-tastic, sweetheart.”

The mix of pain and pleasure as he stretches her is enough to drive her insane. He is so big and the feeling is too much. Yet, at the same time, her insides are already clenching and begging for more.

Jelome growls like the beast he is.

“s**t! You’re so small wrapped around my c**k!”

His filthy words twist her up, making her moan again. Wetting her lips, she place her hands on his shoulders while his grip on her hips tightens. Meera’s legs are shaking and she is starting to second guess just how well she can do this.

Jelome grunts and brings his mouth to her ear. “I want to be good to you, Meera. Gentle, caring, but I can’t do that if you keep saying and shouting my name like that.” He nips her earlobe and her surprised shout fades into another moan.

“Do you want me to go slow, sweetheart?”

“A-Ah… Jelome, n-no. P-please don’t!”

“Alright.” A cocky smirk pulls at his lips.

A scream tears from the back of her throat but she don’t have time to recover before he’s spreading her legs wider and pounding into her.

His heavy breaths fill her ears along with sounds of their bodies slapping together and the squelching noises that accompany his every thrusts. It is a dirty melody but it’s all ours. Dark and beautiful. Rough and loving.

Jelome’s gaze drops, his lips quirked up and his nostrils flared as he watches the spot where their bodies meet. She follow his line of sight, getting more turned on watching his thick c**k sliding in and out for her, coated in their heated passion.

“Please, Jelome,” she uttered while shamelessly pushing her hips up to spur him on.

“Please, what?”

“H-Harder!”

Picking up pace, he leans down. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

His hands travels down to her soaked flesh. “Who does this p***y belong to?”

“Ohh…Y-You!”

“Great!” He whispers softly. “Ride my c**k, sweetheart, and make me yours tonight.”

Gripping his shoulders firmly, she begin rocking her hips, sliding herself up and down on his straining length. At this angle, with all her weight pulling her down with each roll of her hips, it feels like he is so deep inside her. It’s a sharp bite of pleasure that has her body beading with sweat.

With his mouth hanging open, his chest heavily rising and falling with each breath, he watcher her like he is witnessing a miracle first hand. The groan that escape his lips spur her, boost her confidence, and incite a riot of electricity in the pit of her stomach. The desire to hear more from him makes her walls clenching tightly around him, feeling every jerking pulse of his shaft inside her.

“Damn!” He bites his lips. “Little temptress. You try to act like you don’t know what you’re doing, but that’s bullshit. You know exactly what the fvck you’re doing.”

Meera smiles innocently. “Am I?”

“Yes, sweetheart. So fvcking good.”

Upon hearing that, she snap her hips harder, taking him rougher. Her legs shake with the effort but it’s all worth it.

His expression foes wickedly wonderful things to her insides, making liquid heat pull between her legs and coat him further.

“Ah, fvck,” he groans. “That’s it, Meera. Come all over my c**k. Let me feel you shatter.”

Jelome lift her up and drives her down as his hips jerk to burry his straining shaft inside her. His thickness fills her, hitting the perfect spot. His hand wrapping in her hair while he kisses her as if he’s trying to steal her last breath. Dragging her nails across his skin, Meera mark her territory, scoring his neck, chest, shoulders, and arms.

“Meera, look at me, sweetheart. Don’t close your beautiful eyes. I want you to look qt

“Meera, look at me, sweetheart. Don’t close your beautiful eyes. I want you to look at me when you come. Let me see every drop of pleasure I give you. Don’t deny that.”

Nodding, she open her eyes and nearly choke on her tongue when they met with his gaze. He looks at her like she’s the moon and stars in his sky. So open. So vulnerable. And at the same time there’s still that carnal edge in his jaw tick rhythmically.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, dropping his forehead to meet hers. “Milk my c**k with your orgasm, baby. Give me all of you. I want to feel that tight little p***y weep with pleasure.”

She moan, feeling her inner coils reaching their breaking point.

"Jelome!" She scream brokenly.

Her bindings snap and she fall apart around his straining d**k. As she hit with wave after wave of delicious electricity, he pounds into him. Thrusting up into her like he's trying to reach her throat, a roar breaks from deep in his chest and he bites down on the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder, right over the same bite mark he left last time. A hard tremor moves through his body and his d**k pulsates inside.

Jelome's body tenses, his mouth falling open and his breathing rapidly increases. Lost in the abandoned look on his face, she trail her fingers over his shoulders and down to his chest. His heart beats like a hammer against my hand.

"s**t!" He roars and bites down on her shoulder, marking her flesh and claiming her heart as he slams into her.

He pumps into her three more times, riding out his release with the clenched teeth and a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes. Spent, he falls on top of her, the smallest hint of hie final waves of pleasure making his hard muscles tense.

A heart melting smile spreads across his face, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. Breathing deeply, he pulls back to look at the mark he left on her shoulder and boobs, still bruised.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Whatever," rolling her eyes, she replied. She's worried about her marks. She can't wear turtle neck or something to hide it because she'll be revealing too much skin in the production.

He leans down and places a kiss on the tender spot.

Again, maybe she's twisted but just as much as she enjoy seeing her claw marks on his skin, she so like the feeling his own mark on her. They claim each other and it's out there for anyone to see.

Smiling from ear to ear, after taking a moment to catch their breaths, he kisses her temple before leaning back to search her eyes with an open vulnerability. s*x-God-Jelome might be a beast that demands as much as he gives, but after it's all said and done, he has no problem wearing his heart in his tattooed sleeve.

He pull out some wipes and started to carefully clean her before crawling back and pulling the lady into his arms. Meera rests her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"Meera."

"Hmm."

"Are you alright?"

She kiss him and smile. "Better than alright. I'm perfect."