Chapter 16 WTF
Elsie
"You are mine to do with as I please. My pet," he stated, his voice a low, final threat. "You understand? Mine. And I don't want anyone else touching what belongs to me. You go near Caleb again, and I swear, you will regret it. This is your warning."
He squeezed my throat, crashing his mouth down on mine again. Jacob pries my lips apart and pushes his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace.
“Fuck,” he muttered into my skin, trailing kisses lower and lower until he’s nipping at the tops of my breasts.
I glide my hands up his massive chest. I couldn’t quite make anything out in the dim light of the hallway, but I want to know the story behind the tattoo on his biceps, which I believe to be initials for Sarah.
“You let him touch your pussy?” He punctuated in between kisses. “Did he make you come?” He asked, his voice deep and dark. I shook my head no and whimpered when he ground his hard cock into my stomach. “I need to make you then, don’t I?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
In one fluid motion, Jacob sets me down on the ground and falls to his knees in front of me, lifting my wet dress and peeling my panties off before I even know what’s happening. He pries my legs apart and buries his face in between my thighs, lapping up my juice.
I cried out, my back bowing off the floor as he sucked hard, mercilessly, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth with punishing force. His tongue lashed against it, flicking and grinding without pause, sending jolts of sharp pleasure-pain ripping through me. Juices spilled from my entrance, hot and unchecked, but he ignored them at first, focused on tormenting that one spot until my legs shook violently.
"—fuck!" I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, tugging in a desperate bid for mercy. But he didn't relent; instead, he growled against me, the vibration amplifying the assault, and shoved his tongue deep inside my pussy, fucking me with it in savage thrusts. He twisted it roughly, curling to scrape my inner walls, lapping up the flood of wetness that gushed out with every plunge.
"That's right, kitten," he snarled between brutal strokes, his lips smeared with my slick. "Drown me in this greedy little cunt." His words were filthy commands, laced with that edge of possession that made my heart race even as my body overloaded. He wasn't savoring; he was devouring, his mouth a weapon as he sucked my folds into his mouth, biting lightly at the tender skin before plunging back in.
The first orgasm hit like a storm, shattering me without buildup. My pussy clenched around his invading tongue, spasming wildly as cum squirted against his face. I screamed, thighs quaking, but he didn't stop—oh God, he sucked harder, his teeth grazing my clit just enough to sting, forcing the waves to crash longer, fiercer. Tears streamed down my cheeks, the intensity bordering on agony, but a twisted sweetness bloomed in my chest at how completely he owned me.
"More," he demanded, pulling back only to slap my soaked thigh, the sharp sting making me yelp. Then he dove in again, his tongue thrusting deeper, faster, fucking my hole with relentless rhythm while his lips sealed over my entrance to slurp every drop. My hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his face, but he held me down, bruising my skin with his grip. "Come again, kitten. Show me how sorry you are for letting him touch you. Soak my tongue like the needy slut you are."
I was lost, my mind fracturing under the onslaught. The second climax tore through me, my body convulsing as I wailed his name, pussy pulsing and gushing more juices for him to guzzle down. He lapped them greedily, his sucks turning vacuum-tight around my throbbing clit, drawing out the ecstasy until black spots danced in my vision.
"Please... Sir, it's too much," I sobbed, my voice breaking, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. But he ignored me, his punishment unyielding, tongue spearing inside once more to churn my oversensitive walls.
"Not done yet," he rasped, his breath hot and ragged against my dripping folds. "You take it all, kitten. Every fucking drop of this until you're begging properly."
His mouth latched on again, sucking brutally, tongue fucking me with no mercy, lashing my clit until the third orgasm exploded. My whole world narrowed to the fire between my legs, body thrashing as I came undone, cum flooding his mouth in endless waves. I shook uncontrollably, on the edge of blackout, whimpering pleas that dissolved into incoherent moans.
"Stop... I can't... gonna pass out," I begged hoarsely, my vision blurring, every nerve screaming from the overload. Finally, he eased back, his lips glistening with my release, eyes softening just a fraction as he wiped his chin.
He climbed up, pulling me into his chest, his arms a steel cage around my trembling form. "Good girl," he murmured, pressing a fierce kiss to my forehead, the storm in him quieting to that familiar warmth.
He pulled away abruptly, leaving me lying on the cold floor, breathless and terrified. He walked off without another word, disappearing around the corner.
I sat up, clutching my wet dress. My lips were stinging, my heart was racing. I had gone from being grateful for Caleb's protection to being branded by Jacob's jealousy in five minutes.
I realized with sickening certainty that I was no longer a spy. I was a weapon in the war between the Lancaster brothers, and both of them thought they owned me.