Chapter Eleven
Raven.
I thought I was going to get capital F-U-C-K-E-D fucked.
Not have to catch a fucking jet to… wherever we’re going.
Ughhhhh. Another surprise. Well, they said it was the last one and that we had to get to where we’re going quickly, which is kind of exciting.
And we are in my abuelo’s jet so I’m pretty sure we’re going to Spain.
Plus, every surprise so far has been really awesome.
Especially the night at Inferno. I’ve never been so sore after sex.
Or bruised. I had to take this entire week off sex and amp up my Kegel routine.
Even Damon was tender and didn’t check for “internal bruising.”
Pfft.
Okay, I'm a brat.
A horny, needy little brat. But it’s their fault. So you know… they should do something about it. It is their husbandly duties, after all.
I sit back in my pod with a huff and cross my arms then look down at my ring.
Fuck it’s so pretty. They did so well choosing it.
And I have to admit the rings I chose for them look pretty great on their fingers.
Little sparks of happiness make me internally scream and I kick my feet. OH MY GOD I’M MARRIED! AH!
Which is why I should be getting decimated right now.
I sigh. We’re four hours into our flight and all my guys are taking a nap on the plane and I’m the only one awake.
I look over at Jonas sleeping beside me.
He’s so beautiful. Damon and Maverick are across from me in their pods looking in our direction.
I lean over to kiss Jonas’ forehead and then lean back again, trying to get settled.
I face Jonas, grab my blanket, pull it over me, and let my mind go over every little detail of today. God, that cheesecake was incredible.
I frown, a little upset I didn’t bring any to enjoy as a midnight snack as I feel myself drift off.
I wake up to fingers gently massaging my clit, roving over and over, tenderly pinching and tapping.
I’m being played with so sweetly I know exactly who’s trying to wake me up.
I open my eyes to the dimly lit cabin and see Jonas’s bright smirk.
He lifts his finger to his lip in shushing motion and I nod, letting that sensation take over.
I notice the arm that separates us is up and out of the way so I move closer so I can kiss my husband, rocking into his strong, dexterous fingers, playing with me in expert precision.
I run my fingers to his lap to find him hard and ready for me.
I stifle a moan, sliding my tongue against his as I lower his sweatpants.
He lifts his hips, removing his hand from me just long enough to push them down.
He’s hard, heavy and hot when I touch him.
His dick is already weeping pre-cum and when I run my thumb over the fat head, he inhales sharply, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.
I swear I can hear his praise in my mind.
I really fell for Jonas Anderson.
He nods, silently encouraging me when I wrap my pre-cum soaked hand around his length and begin to stroke him. I swear the words are in my mind like a never ending whisper. “There you go baby, don’t stop.” “Fuck, I love it when you touch me.” “I love you, Raven baby.”
I pull away just for a moment. I have to look at him.
My heart aches for it. Brown brows furrowed together, autumnal eyes full of lust and desire for me, lips wet with our saliva.
Jonas Anderson-Monroe is a beautiful, beautiful man.
And he’s all mine. His thumb runs over my cheek as his fingers continue their swift attack on my clit, coaxing out more of my arousal.
My lips part, I’m about to call out his name but he uses that strong, wide tongue of his to lick my bottom lip and dips into my mouth.
I can’t help myself. I climb over him, straddle those herculean thighs of his and he leans all the way back, allowing me to take what I need from him as long as I don’t let go of his lips, his tongue- because that’s what Jonas asks of me- to love his love.
And I do.
I’m crazy, ravenous, desperate for his love.
I position him at my dripping entrance and withhold my groan as I feel the slight burn of the crown of his mushroom tip stretching me.
His arm wraps around my waist. One hand holds me close; the other goes to the buttons on my loose sweater and begins to unfasten them just enough, then unclasps the front of my bra.
His lips waste no time in latching onto one nipple, curling his tongue around it as I fully seat myself on him.
His eyes find mine as I slowly begin undulating my hips.
He pulls away, cupping my chin, pushing his thumb into my mouth, only to withdraw it, and put it on the top of my thigh, gripping tight.
He watches me, devouring me in a different kind of way- meadow eyes searing into me.
He smiles up at me- a demigod to his goddess on the night of their wedding.
My hips rock harder, taking him deeper, finding the rhythm between our souls, wild in my haste, to find each other on that crest so we can fall together. It only makes Jonas smirk.
His hands roam all over me, touching everywhere.
His large, deft fingers expertly pluck and pinch my hardened nipples until he sits up to kiss me again, nodding when I flutter around him.
“There you go baby. You want to come on your husband’s cock?
You love your husband so much, don’t you?
” He whispers, looking into my eyes, but begging for my soul.
I nod, running my fingers to the back of his skull, pulling on the brown locks there.
“But you need me, don’t you? Hmm? My sick… little.. slut needs her husband to make her come, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I hiss, his words sending shivers all over, making me tingle from crown to toes.
I feel the blanket that was curtaining us fall off my shoulders as he leans back again and I follow, my back arching in the process.
His hands move to my ass and spread me open, no doubt Maverick and Damon are awake now and watching us as he plays with my ass, reaching down to wet his finger in no doubt the mess I’m leaving on his balls and then massaging it into my asshole, pushing a finger into me then two.
I gasp when the head of his dick drags so fucking slowly against my G. my hips stutter in their momentum.
“Oh fuck, baby. There you go… I love that… mmmhmm… That’s it baby. Oh, god yes.”
My hips move, searching for that sensation, the one he’s all too aware of. Jonas encourages me, more praises leave his perfect lips. His hips jerk up to meet my downs but not roughly, still letting me search for it.
“Mmmm baby, I love the way you use me. Take your time. I love the way your pussy feels around me. So fucking warm… so wet… so tight…. God, yes, that’s perfect. Fuuuuccckk…”
“I love-”
He shuts me up with a kiss. “Not yet, baby. Keep going. I’m desperate to watch my wife come for her husband.”
I kiss his cheeks, his lips, his tongue, his chin. “But I love you… so much…”
He groans as I move steadier, rolling my hips, feeling the fattest part of him drag of that spot over and over. I gasp, my pussy squeezing every time and his tongue goes back to my nipples, teeth nipping. “Jonas!”
“I know, baby. Keep doing that. I’m so close. I swear to god, you’re fucking… everything. All the good things. I love you. Ah, Christ. Please, please don’t stop. Take it from me, Raven baby. FUCK. YES.”
I stiffen with a cry, sitting straight up, practically tearing his hair from his scalp as I clench so tightly around him I tremble, muttering how much I love him as wave after wave crashes around me.
I can feel his throbs inside of me. Every single one meets the pulsating of my inner walls and it sends me into another small, fragmented ripple of madness.
I slump over him as his fingers slowly withdraw from my ass only for me to be filled by a wiggling tongue.
I gasp with a giggle and feel Jonas’ softening dick begin to harden again as he chuckles, too.
I hear the familiar click of a bottle and soon I’m being gently impaled and hauled to Damon’s chest.
“You are such a good wife, Amourette. Do you know how well you please your husbands?” He pulls back and thrusts into me harder.
Deeper. Over and over again until his hips are flush against mine.
I gasp, but he lifts me off of Jonas’ cock and sits in my seat, gripping under my thighs to keep me spread open.
Jonas’ falls to his knees before me, hands running up my torso to pluck at my nipples as he cleans up our mess. I cry out his name. My thighs tremble when he rolls his tongue over my sensitive clit.
Damon lets go of my thigh to push Jonas’ head deeper into my pussy. “All of it, pup. Make sure she’s pristine for her professor.”
I moan when Jonas shoves his tongue into me, moving in Damon’s slow, but brutal thrusts. “Fuck! Daddy!”
“I know, Little Bird… but it’s our wedding night. You are now legally ours- to fuck, breed, love,” he grunts when Jonas cups his sac, “and we must fulfill our husbandly duties.”
Fuck yeah, about time.
“Are you laughing, Amourette?”
Oops. I shake my head.
“Oh… I think you were laughing. Let’s see if we can find something else for that mouth of yours to giggle around, shall we?”
He grabs my jaw roughly and tilts it to the side so I can take Maverick in my mouth. I lick my lips and take him as deep as I can, holding him there and swallowing around him repeatedly, because I may have taken a bit more in that I planned to. “Goddammit, Siren. Fuck!”