Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 200

Two fingers slide in and I feel my knees start to weaken.

“I think I just found my new favorite way to fuck you. Your back arched, your ass high and spread wide.... begging for me.” he murmurs, and nothing...nothing, ever feels like this. I pant, my voice ragged and trembling. “ You're gonna fucking regret this.”

“Regret what?” His fingers keep moving, stretching, driving me higher and higher. “Finally giving you what you've been craving, but too stubborn to admit you want?”

Before I can even think of an answer, his fingers withdraw. My stomach clenches tight, desperate for what’s coming. And then his cock presses against me. Familiar, hard, and insistent. My own cock twitches in response, alive and needy, betraying me before my mind can catch up.

Jax groans, deep and strangled as he starts to push in slowly. Inch by inch, I feel the full head of him slide inside me, and I can’t help but hold my breath. Everything inside me tightens around him, raw and trembling.

“This,” he huffs, voice dripping with heat, “...is what you’ve been dangling in front of me like you forgot who you belong to. Like you forgot I can have you anytime I want, however I want.”

Heat blooms across my chest, and I feel my cock pulsing, needy and stiff, reacting to him, to every word, to every inch of him inside me. I can’t hold back any longer. “Quit talking... just...”

" Just what? You want me to fuck you raw, huh?” And then he does. He drives into me in one sudden, brutal thrust, deep and consuming, and I shout, hands flying to the sheets, gripping them so tight my knuckles turn white. My back straightens then arches, trying to take every inch of him. Jax pins me down again, holding me to the bed like I’m his to play with.

He doesn’t just move. He owns every motion. He’s slow when he wants, fast when he wants, punishing and teasing at the same time. My mind melts under the combination of his weight, his hands, his words, and the way he’s entirely in control. Every thrust drives me closer, makes me wail, makes me beg, makes me forget what I even thought was possible.

I’m trapped between needing more and being terrified of how much more I can take. His name is all I can breathe, all I can scream.

Then he pulls back to the tip, leaving me gasping, forehead stuck to the sheets, vision already swimming and blurred. And then, God....he drives back in, finding that perfect spot, and everything inside me snaps. Inhibitions gone. I’m a greedy mess, every moan, every whimper a surrender, begging for more, for all of it.

He edges me deliberately, just brushing over that spot, making me whimper and tremble but giving me nothing, denying me the release I’m screaming for. Every tease sends fire through me, making me ache harder, and I hate how much I’m loving it.

Then he grabs my shoulders, yanking me back until my back's pressed to his chest. My hand desperately moves to stroke myself once, but his hands clamp down on my wrists, pinning them to my back again. “Remember my rule,” he growls.

I heave, trying to take a breath, but he thrusts into me quicker and I can’t stop gasping, can’t stop moaning. “Look at that,” he grinds out, “...look at how thick and needy your cock is. Begging for attention and not getting any.”

“You’re a sadistic asshole,” I gasp, and it only makes him laugh in that low and dark way of his, sending vibrations through me.

I look down at myself, watching my stiff cock strain, glistening with need. Every thrust from Jax drives it harder, making it twitch, pulse, and jerk in time with him.

My balls tighten, my stomach clenches, and I can’t tear my eyes away from how it’s responding to him. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you,” he growls in my ear, “...and I might just stroke that cock for you. I’m sure you’d fucking like that, huh?”

I can’t respond...my throat’s too tight, my mind already fraying, but he doesn’t wait. He frees one hand, reaching down, and squeezes my balls. My body seizes, a strangled, indecipherable sound ripping out of me.

“ Fuck Xander...You’re so fucking full,” he hisses, and just when I think I might lose it, he lets go. Instead, his hand wraps around my neck, pressing just enough, leaning into my ear. “Must feel like absolute torture, being this hard and not allowed to do a damn thing about it.”

I turn my head, desperate to glare at him, to meet his eyes, and he leans down, capturing my lips in a clumsy, carnal kiss. I want to beg, to say something, but I can’t.

Then I feel it, deep and sudden....my orgasm building like wildfire, rolling over me in waves that rob me of all coherent thought. My lips part, and all that comes out is a muttered, desperate, broken name. “Jax!”

He bites down on my shoulder at the sound, and it only pushes me further. Then, with one sharp, hard thrust, he drives into me fully, and I lose it. My body explodes, my cock trembling, releasing everything I’ve been holding back. I can’t look away....can’t stop watching as I spill over the sheets, hot and thick. It’s almost too much, too fast, like I’m losing control of every part of me at once. It's proof that he’s pushed me past anything I thought I could handle and I love how raw, how exposed, how fucking undone I am.

I curse loudly, voice going taut with the force of it, and then I hear him cursing back behind me, saying something about how tight I’m gripping him. Heat explodes through me again as I feel him spurting inside me, his release hitting me like lightning. My own orgasm intensifies, spiraling beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.Nothing I knew I was capable of could even touch this.

Jax eventually collapses on top of me, heavy and warm, chest pressing against my back. I let his weight ground me, let myself melt into him. My body is still trembling, every nerve raw and buzzing, but with him here, it feels right....safe.

We stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing. Slowly, I feel him shift slightly, and realize he’s moved, sliding out of me before he lies down next to me. My head turns toward him and his arm's covering his face, chest still heaving. He meets my gaze.

Then that familiar inviting stretch of his arm before he asks, “Can you move?”

I scoff, barely able to form words. He smiles as I shift until I’m nestled in his arms. Lips brush my forehead. “Guess I didn’t even have to touch you after all,” he murmurs playfully.

“Shut up,” I mutter, burying my head against his chest. His heartbeat thumps under my ear and I finally let myself relax fully. His fingers start gently threading through my hair and I lean into the touch without thinking. It’s soothing, grounding after everything. My hand drifts up, circling one of his nipples, and I can feel him stiffen slightly under my touch.

“Just so we’re clear,” I murmur, a smirk tugging at my lips, “I’m still having my turn later.”

He chuckles, amused. “You’re a sex fiend,”

I grin, nudging him lightly. “You have yourself to blame for that.”

Then I glance up, catching his gaze. It’s soft and intense all at once, something inside me flips. His hand slides under my chin, guiding me up, and our lips meet. The kiss is intimate...a stark, perfect contrast to the chaos we just unleashed. Just him, me, and this quiet, consuming connection.

It’s perfect. Every thought, every nerve, every shiver I felt before fades into this moment, leaving just warmth and the undeniable pull between us.