Chapter 27
I thought I knew everything about women and their bodies, but I just realized it doesn’t matter how much experience I have. Jackie is an enigma to me.
I carry her up the stairs in my arms, but halfway up, she stops me.
“I want the ring.”
“Now?”
My voice comes out like a lion’s roar, lust flooding every cell of my body. How we went from a fight, throwing truths in each other’s faces, to her straddling me, asking me to fuck her, I’ll never understand.
“Yes. I want to be your fiancée when you make me yours.”
“You’ll be my wife tomorrow.”
“What?”
Shit.
“We’re getting married… uh… soon.”
“Get the ring, Lucifer.”
The look she gives me is irresistible, and now I wonder if I stayed away all this time because I always knew this would happen the moment she was in front of me.
If, on some unconscious level, I’d been giving her a chance to run from the monster.
Either way, it’s too late. For five years, she’ll be mine.
I retrace our steps, dizzy with desire, biting and devouring her mouth along the way, my hands clawing at the firm flesh of her ass.
She’s wound tight as hell. I swear I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest.
I keep her secure in my arms, one hand gripping her ass. With my free hand, I grab not just the ring but all the bags, just in case she wants to fuck draped in jewels.
But deep down, I know she doesn’t. Jackie wants the symbol that I’ll be hers. Proof.
I step into my suite and push the door closed with my foot. There’s no reason for it, it’s just us, but I’m used to isolation.
I don’t take her to the bed. I set her on her feet, her back against the door.
I grab the bag where she put the ring back, and like I saw a man do once while passing through some city in my travels, I pull the box from the bag and drop to one knee.
But I don’t ask—I tell her:
“You’re going to be mine.”
She murmurs something I can’t catch, then gives me her hand.
I slide the ring onto her finger. It’s a little loose, but I can have it adjusted later. What matters is that now we have an agreement. She’s not going anywhere.
I step back and take in every inch of her.
“I’m going to take all of you for myself, Jackie. I don’t know how I waited this long.”
Her chest rises and falls, and I can almost smell the heat running beneath her soft skin.
I don’t give her time to think. I’ve already talked more with her in the past few days than I have with any human being in my life.
“Get naked for me.”
She hesitates before starting the striptease.
Her fingers tremble, fumbling with the zipper of her tiny shorts, but they finally drop to her feet. When she peels off her T-shirt, I see her skin break out in goosebumps. Her breasts, nipples hard, straining against her bra.
“All of it,” I say, my voice rough.
She slips her panties down without looking at me, and I let it go. I don’t want to intimidate her.
When her hands reach behind to unclasp her bra, I tell her,
“Leave it.”
I walk up to her, tilt her chin, and, looking into her eyes, tug both cups down at the same time. She gasps.
Gripping her under the arms, I lift her, bringing her breasts to my mouth. Jackie’s tits are medium, round, with large areolas a shade darker than the soft pink of her pussy.
I take one whole into my mouth, sucking hard, and she moans loudly. I switch back and forth, unable to stop sucking her. I could nurse on her breasts for hours.
“I want you like this when I fuck you. Don’t take the bra off. You’re the sexiest woman in this whole fucking world.”
I’m keeping my inner animal on a leash, because what I really want is to take her right here, standing up, and pound into her until I’m spent.
She’s on the verge of coming just from me sucking her tits, but I’m starving for her taste. Still, I don’t take her to bed. I set her down in a chair, her thighs spread wide, hooked over each armrest.
I can’t look away. There’s no woman more beautiful than her.
Her pretty little pussy, glistening and begging for me, the slick shine on her thighs, the tits spilling from her bra, tempting visions, but it’s her face, those stunning, absolutely certain eyes, that make me swear she’ll be treated like the queen she is for as long as she’s mine.
My gaze drops to her swollen, hardened nipples.
“Touch your tits, I want to see.”
Her already flushed face deepens in color, but her hands move from her belly up to her breasts.
Jackie grabs both nipples at once, but instead of caressing them, she tugs with surprising roughness, moaning as her body leans forward.
Fuck.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I order as I kneel in front of the chair.
I part her pussy lips with both hands and let my thumb slide over her drenched clit.
“Lucifer…”
“That’s it, keep saying my name, Jackie.”
I lower my head and lick her.
She cries out, hypersensitive with lust, and a ravenous hunger grips my gut.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her into a kiss while palming her pussy.
I slide one finger inside her, then a second, fucking her lightly but greedily, the same way my tongue takes her mouth.
Jackie whimpers and I know she wants to touch me, but she also wants to obey, her hands stay on her nipples, which she’s now pulling on roughly.
I trail my lips down her neck and chest. I take one breast into my mouth, suck deep, and her pussy clenches around my fingers.
I nip her nipple and she shudders. I know she’s right at the edge, but I’m not giving her that release yet.
I lick my way down her stomach, leaving a wet trail with my tongue, and when I finally reach her pussy, I lose control.
I suck her clit hard, her moans flowing into one another.
She tastes fucking delicious—soft, sweet, perfect.
With every needy sound she makes, my lust spikes higher.
I drag my tongue from her opening up to her clit. She moans and lifts her hips for me.
I bury my head between her thighs and suck her clit.
Jackie screams my name and comes so hard her legs spasm.
Her loss of control makes precum leak from my cock.
I don’t give her a break, don’t let her recover from the first orgasm, too far gone in her reactions.
I lick and suck her slit in long strokes, holding her open for me.
Her taste is all over my tongue, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop eating her pussy.
I explore every inch of her sweet sex, sucking her clit while my middle finger fucks her slowly, getting her ready for me.
She’s so fucking tight, gripping like a vise around my finger. I add another and pick up the pace.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“I want you relaxed. I’m going to fuck you all night.”
She’s hot and dripping, and all I can think about is how it’ll feel to have her silky body wrapped around my cock.
“I want you to start taking the pill. I need to know what it feels like to have you squeezing me with nothing between us.”
“I’m already on it, but I’m not having unprotected sex until—ahhhhhh…”
My fingers go deeper, stroking her velvety walls, and I increase the pressure.
She gasps, letting go of her nipple to grab my hair hard.
“Focus on coming for me, Jackie. I’d never put you at risk. I’ll take every test out there if it means I get to see your pussy dripping with my cum.”
I suck her clit harder, and her loud moan is a mix of need and pleasure.
She throbs around my lips, and when I scrape my teeth lightly over her bundle of nerves, she breaks, offering herself shamelessly.
I know she’s about to explode again, and when I massage her clit while pumping my fingers into her tight channel in relentless strokes, Jackie starts contracting and, screaming my name, gives me her pleasure and her surrender.
Even when her trembling stops, I can’t stop licking her. I suck her sweetness until there’s nothing left.
I pull her—naked except for the bra holding her tits—onto my lap.
I’m on my knees, and she’s straddling me.
I lift her by the ass and bring her mouth to mine.
“Suck my tongue. You’re going to do the same to my cock in a minute. I’m dying to fuck that mouth.”
Obedient, she sucks me like I’m her favorite meal.