Her Raw Invitation to Him
# Raw Invitation The phone buzzed, a violent shiver against the wood of the workbench. Leo’s hand, thick-fingered and ink-stained with a half-finished sleeve of geometric patterns, paused over a piece of sandpaper. He knew the ringtone. *J
Chapter 1
The phone buzzed, a violent shiver against the wood of the workbench. Leo’s hand, thick-fingered and ink-stained with a half-finished sleeve of geometric patterns, paused over a piece of sandpaper. He knew the ringtone. *Jade*. He wiped sawdust from his beard, the coarse hair catching on his calluses, and answered.
“Leo.” Her voice was a breathy crackle, stripped of its usual playful lilt. It was a sound he’d imagined in the dark more times than he cared to count.
“Jade.”
“I need you to come over. Right now.” No hello. No preamble. Just a raw, unfiltered demand that sent a direct current to his groin.
He leaned back in his chair, the muscles in his broad shoulders shifting under his tight black tee. The garage was silent except for the low hum of the freezer. “That right?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Leo. Not tonight.” Her words hitched. He could picture her, short and slight, probably pacing her living room, those intelligent green eyes behind her glasses wide and dark with need. “I’m… I can’t think. I’m soaked. I’ve been touching myself thinking about you for an hour and it’s not enough.”
A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest. He’d waited years for this. Years of flirting that walked the knife-edge between friendship and something molten, something dangerous. He’d catalogued her every freckle, memorized the way her slim hips swayed when she laughed.
“What do you want, Jade?” His voice was gravel, a deliberate contrast to her breathless plea. He made her say it.
A shaky inhale. Then, the words poured out, a filthy, desperate confession. “I want your cock. I want you to come to my house, walk right in, and fuck me. I want you to bend me over my couch and take me from behind so hard I forget my own name. I want you to use my mouth first. I want to feel you lose control in my throat. And then… then I want you to fill me up. I want you to breed me, Leo. Please. I’m begging you. I need to feel you come deep inside my pussy. I’m empty, and I need you to fill me.”
The explicit, crude poetry of her request hung in the air between them, a live wire. The obstacle of their years-long dance was incinerated in that single, scorching monologue.
Leo stood, his tall frame unfolding from the chair. He was already hard, a demanding pressure against his jeans. “What are you wearing?”
A soft, almost whimpering sound. “The green lace. The one you said made my eyes look like stormy seas.”
He closed his eyes, seeing it. The emerald against her pale skin, the delicate straps over her slim shoulders, the way it would barely contain her. He knew her body, had imagined it in vivid detail. The freckles dusting her chest, the curve of her ass.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Be on your knees by the door when I get there. You asked for my mouth first. You’ll get it. But you take what I give you, how I give it. Understood?”
“Yes,” she breathed, the word a surrender. “Yes. Please.”
The line went dead. Leo grabbed his keys, the metal cool in his palm. The tension of a decade was now a tightly-coiled spring in his gut. The game was over. The hunt was on. And his prize was waiting, in green lace, begging to be claimed.
Chapter 2
The drive was a blur of streetlights and tension. Leo’s truck smelled of sawdust and his own need. He didn’t bother knocking. The door was unlocked, just as he’d known it would be. The hinge gave a soft sigh as he stepped into the dim hallway.
She was there. Exactly as commanded.
Jade knelt on the polished floorboards, a slight, trembling figure haloed by the warm light from the living room. The emerald lace clung to her pale skin, the delicate straps a stark contrast against the freckles dusting her shoulders. Her glasses glinted, her green eyes wide and dark behind them, fixed on the floor just before his boots. Her breath hitched audibly.
Leo let the door click shut behind him, the sound final. He didn’t speak. He simply closed the distance, his shadow engulfing her. He could smell her—soap, warm skin, and the unmistakable, sweet musk of her arousal. It made his cock pulse against his jeans.
He reached down, his large, tattooed hand cupping her chin, forcing her head up. Her lips were parted, glistening.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Her eyes snapped to his, full of raw submission and desperate hope.
That was all the permission he needed. He bent, his other hand tangling in her soft brown hair, and claimed her mouth with a rough, demanding kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was possession. His tongue swept past her lips, tasting her, conquering the space she offered with a hungry groan. She whimpered into his mouth, her small hands coming up to clutch weakly at his thighs.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her wet lips. With his thumb, he pushed her glasses askew, the frames tilting comically on her face. It made her look even more vulnerable, more his.
“You asked for my mouth first, little one,” he growled, the words a filthy promise. “You’ll get it. You’re gonna choke on my cock. I’m gonna fuck that pretty throat until your eyes water and you can’t think of anything but the taste of me.”
A full-body shudder wracked her. “Leo,” she whispered, a plea and a prayer.
He wasn’t finished. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “And after I’ve painted your throat, I’m gonna bend you over and spread you wide. I’m gonna sink into that tight, wet pussy and fuck you until you’re screaming. And when you’re begging me to fill you up, when you’re so full of me you can’t take another inch… that’s when I’m gonna breed you. I’m gonna pump my come so deep inside you it’ll never leave. You understand? Tonight, I own this.”
Her reply was a broken moan. She nodded frantically, her cheek rubbing against his rough jeans. “Yes. Please. Own me.”
Satisfaction, dark and primal, curled in his gut. The game was truly over. He tightened his grip in her hair. “Show me how much you want it. Get my cock out.”
Chapter 3
The command was a switch flipped inside him. With a low, predatory sound, Leo didn’t guide—he claimed. His hands, broad and unyielding, shoved her shoulders down, forcing Jade to the floor with a force that stole her breath. The polished wood was cool and hard against her knees.
Before she could even gasp, his fingers were tangled in the roots of her hair, a fistful of brown silk he used to wrench her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. He loomed over her, his thick cock already freed from his jeans, jutting heavy and flushed against her parted lips.
“You begged for this,” he growled, his voice a dark tremor of pure dominance. “You wanted this throat fucking. Now take every inch.”
He didn’t wait. He pushed forward, the broad head of his cock stretching her lips wide before sliding deep. Jade’s eyes flew open, a strangled cry muffled by the sudden, overwhelming invasion. She gagged instantly, her body convulsing as it struggled to accommodate his size. Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring the sight of his tattooed abdomen, the coarse trail of hair leading down.
“That’s it,” he rasped, holding her head firmly in place, not letting her retreat an inch. “Feel it. You called me over for this. To be my little fuck-toy. Now swallow.”
He began to move, a brutal, shallow rhythm that made her choke and sputter around him. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with the tears on her cheeks. The sound was obscene—wet, ragged, and desperate.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
She forced her watering eyes up to meet his. The raw ownership in his brown gaze was more intense than the physical stretch. It pinned her more completely than his hands.
“Good girl,” he grunted, his hips pistoning slowly, letting her feel every ridge, every pulse. “Getting your pretty throat wrecked just like you asked for. You taste that? You taste how much I want that tight pussy of yours?”
A helpless, affirmative whine vibrated around his cock. Her small hands came up, not to push him away, but to clutch weakly at his powerful thighs, her nails digging into the denim. The struggle was real, her body fighting the reflex, but her submission was total. She was taking him, just as she’d pleaded to.
Leo watched her face, mesmerized by the messy, beautiful ruin of her. He slid deeper with the next push, feeling her throat muscles flutter and squeeze around the head. A groan ripped from his chest.
“Fuck, Jade. Just like that. You’re gonna take me to the base. You’re gonna let me fuck this hot little mouth until I’m ready to paint it. And then,” he promised, his voice dropping to a vicious whisper, “then I’m going to flip you over and ruin you everywhere else.”
Chapter 4
He owned the rhythm, a brutal piston of his hips that sawed his cock deeper into her constricting heat. Tears carved clean paths through the mess on her cheeks, her glasses hanging from one ear. Her eyes, those stormy green pools, rolled up to meet his with a look of pure, desperate supplication. It wasn’t just acceptance; it was a craving. Her gaze begged him to finish the ruin, to use her throat for its sole purpose and fill it, to finally brand her as his.
The visual shattered his last vestige of restraint. A guttural roar tore from his chest as his control snapped. He shoved forward, burying himself to the root, and held there. Her throat convulsed wildly around him, a silken, choking vise. The first violent pulse erupted from him, a hot, bitter flood that hit the back of her mouth. She gagged, her body seizing, but her pleading eyes never left his, drinking in his savage pleasure.
He emptied himself in thick, relentless spurts, painting her throat white, claiming the channel she’d so desperately offered. When the last tremor subsided, he slowly withdrew, his slick cock glistening under the hallway light. A ragged strand of his release connected his tip to her swollen, bruised lips.
Jade collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing, gasping for air. She didn’t wipe her mouth. Instead, her tongue darted out, collecting what had spilled, a conscious, submissive act that sent a fresh jolt of lust straight to his already-hardening cock. She was his cumslut now, in truth.
Leo didn’t give her a moment to recover. His hands, still tangled in her hair, hauled her upright and then shoved her forward, marching her on unsteady legs into the living room. The green lace was a twisted ruin around her waist. With a single, rough tug, he ripped the fragile garment down her thighs, baring her completely. The freckles dusting her ass, the wet, glistening proof of her need between her legs—it was all his.
He kicked her feet apart, his palm coming down in a sharp, stinging crack on her pale cheek. She cried out, a sound of pure shock and arousal, her body bowing forward over the arm of the couch. He positioned himself behind her, the broad head of his cock nudging against her soaked entrance. He leaned over her, his beard scratching her shoulder, his voice a dark promise in her ear.
“You got what you begged for. Now you get what you need. This tight little pussy is gonna milk me dry. You’re gonna take every drop I have left, and I’m gonna breed you so deep you’ll feel it for days.”
With that, he slammed home.
Chapter 5
He held himself there, a hot, impossible pressure just barely breaching her entrance. The head of his cock was slick with her wetness and her spit, a burning promise of what was to come. He didn’t move.
“No.” The word was a guttural command.
Jade whimpered, her hips trying to press back against him, to force him deeper. He pulled back an inch, denying her. His palm came down on her ass again, another sharp crack that echoed in the quiet room. She jolted forward with a cry.
“You don’t get this until you give me everything,” he growled, leaning over her, his mouth against her ear. “Every filthy, secret want you’ve ever had for me. You’re gonna speak it into the air, Jade. You’re gonna tell me what you are.”
“Leo, please,” she sobbed, her body trembling violently. “Just fuck me, I need it!”
He pulled back completely, the sudden emptiness a cruel punishment. “That’s not what I asked for. Start talking.”
She was panting, her forehead pressed against the couch cushion. “I… I want you to fuck me anywhere. On your workbench in the garage. In your truck. I’ve imagined it a thousand times.”
“Louder.”
“I want you to use me in public,” she gasped, the confession tearing from her. “Where someone might see. I want to be your dirty secret.”
“What else?” His voice was relentless.
“I want you to wake me up with your cock already inside me. I want you to tie me up so I can’t move, so all I can do is take whatever you give me.” The words were a torrent now, a flood of long-repressed fantasy. “I want to taste myself on your mouth. I want you to make me scream your name so the neighbors hear.”
He rewarded her with a slow, torturous push of just the head again, making her moan. “And what are you?”
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Say the words.”
She turned her head, her tear-streaked face looking back at him, her eyes wide with total surrender. “I’m your willing fuck toy. I’m nothing but a hole for you to use. Please, Leo, I’m begging for your cum. I need you to fill me up and breed me. I’m empty and I belong to you.”
The raw, vulgar admission was the final key. A primal sound of satisfaction rumbled from his chest. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Good girl. Now you get what you’ve earned.”
In one devastating, unyielding thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her soaking heat.