Chapter Four #2
I feel when her inner walls begin to squeeze and her back arches as much as it can in her position but then I’m on my knees, using my hand to guide myself into her slick, hot waiting cunt.
I put one hand on the headboard. “I’m gonna fuck you like I need to, okay?
I’m not gonna be nice, baby. I wanna pound into you until we’re both raw.
I just want you to know I love you before I fuck you like my sick little slut. So hold on tight to me baby.”
“I love you, too! Oh, fuck, Jonas!”
I slam home in one harsh thrust. Over and over and over again, the headboard crashes into the wall and she grips my dick like a fucking vise, nails digging into my sides.
But I don't relent. Even after I come inside of her, I flip her over on all fours, grab her hips tight and fucking rail into her, pushing through the sensitivity. “That’s my baby,” thrust “You love when I use your sweet” thrust “hot” thrust” tight” thrust “wet pussy, don’t you? ”
“Yes!” she sobs into the mattress, white-knuckling the sheets.
Her muffled rasps send chills rushing down my spine. “You’re gonna have my baby, Raven.” I growl. “I’m going to put every ounce of my cum” thrust “in your hot cunt” thrust “and today’s the day you’re getting pregnant.” Thrust “Mark my fucking words, baby.” Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Her entire fucking body recoils and snaps back to mine, like it’s begging me for more. “Oh, please!”
I wrap her hair around my wrist and yank her to me, her back flush against my sweaty chest. “You like that?”
She groans as if she’s embarrassed but then, “I do. I love you. I wanna h-have y-y-your babies!”
My eyes cross before I close them. Fucking hair trigger.
I lick along her neck then reach over, use three fingers to play with her clit. “There’s my fucking girl squirt all over my dick, baby. Tell me you love me and fucking come for me so I can fill you up.”
“Don’t st-stop.”
As if I could. I’m on a fucking mission. I slap her clit three times and then… like Maverick taught me- I put it between my fingers and pinch while shaking my hand and my girl fucking clenches around my cock and screams for me, soaking my dick, the pillows, the sheets while she trembles.
I let her go and flip her once more so she’s on her back. Her hands come to my lower lats and she scratches the fuck out of me, sending heat to my core and down my balls, so ready to fill her again. “Jonas! Please!”
“Say it.” I buck into her, feeling my balls draw up.
She tilts her pelvis, rocking her hips, meeting me thrust for fucking thrust until I push her thighs down and use her pussy. “I love you.”
Chills rush between my shoulder blades and up the base of my skull. “For how long?”
“Always.” She sobs, gripping tight around me and I hear Damon grunting in the background, praising us both.
“FUCK!” I detonate with a growl between clenched teeth like it’s being ripped from my chest, gripping her so hard, shoving every fucking inch of my dick into my girl, feeling every squeeze of hers around each of my throbs.
Breathless, sweaty, panting, I grab a pillow and put it under her ass, then very slowly pull out.
“Don’t… fucking move.” I rasp. I work fast, grabbing the Diva Cup from the bag in my suitcase Damon packed for me, grab the small bottle of lube, make sure it's good and then insert it. I start a bath for us, scoop her up and take her to the bathroom and gently put her in the warm bath. Once she’s settled in, I go back to the room, I clean what I can, taking all sheets off the bed, ring for more and order some room service.
Damon watches me with pride. “I love you, Pup.”
I blow him a kiss. “I love you, too. But I meant what I said. I want this weekend to be just us. I’ll check in, but-”
His silver eyes flash. “I understand. I was just calling to make sure you made it in. But also, while she’s occupied. I got a call from Aleksi.”
My brows shoot up. “Why did Maksim’s hacker call you?”
Damon sighs. “I asked him for a favor a while back. Sofia has been spotted in Madrid.”
I grin. “This is perfect. Is everything else in place? For when we get home?”
“Maksim has guaranteed nobody will disturb us.”
“And Maverick?”
“Ecstatic,” he replies.
“Alright babe, I gotta go tend to our girl. If anything changes let me know. We’ll be home Monday night.”
“And you’re sure you’ll be fit to play on Thursday evening? I worry about you, too, you know. You’ve been training a lot harder than you usually do this past week.”
That’s because I’ve been punishing myself for neglecting Raven on their orders even when it felt wrong to me. But he doesn’t need to know that. Instead, I let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. Absolutely. I’m just ready to marry her.”
“So are we, Pup.”
We hang up after another set of I love you’s.
There’s a knock on the door. I throw on a robe, and grin at the hotel personnel when they deliver our food and our new linens.
I tip them a few hundred and let them know we’re going to need more later and it’s best if they just go ahead and bring more up, then take the food to my girl.
She eats her double bacon cheeseburger and fries like she’s been fucked to within an inch of her life and has to make up for all the energy she lost.
Just like I like it.