Chapter 28
All the blood in my body is pooled in my cock, straining against my jeans like it’s about to rip through the fabric. Jackie is fucking gorgeous. The way she sucks on my tongue has me on the brink of snapping.
I rise with her in my arms and carry her to the bed.
“Don’t lie down. On all fours, facing me.”
I toss my jacket to the floor, followed by my T-shirt.
Jackie’s eyes follow me hungrily as I undress.
I kick off my shoes and socks. Strip off my pants and boxer briefs together, letting my hard cock spring free, thick, swollen, the head slick with precum, pointing straight up.
“I need to eat your mouth.”
Not the kind of warning I usually give. I’ve only ever been with experienced women who were ready to give everything in a fuck, but with her, I feel like I’m about to corrupt her purity.
And it has nothing to do with me being her first or not, because I know for a fact that I’m not—it’s because Jackie is, at her core, good.
My opposite.
My match?
Mine.
I step forward, grip the back of her neck, and bend to take her mouth. I fist her hair firmly until she moans.
I pull back just enough to whisper in her ear:
“I know.”
She tilts her head to look at me.
“Know what?”
“I read your diary. I’ll go easy today, but once your pussy’s ready for me, I’m going to give you everything you need.”
“I…” she starts, but I bite her bottom lip, hard enough to sting.
“No need to be shy. You’re the most fucking delicious vixen in the world. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine, Jackie. Between us, nothing will be off-limits. Every wet dream you wrote in that diary, I’m going to make it happen.”
She looks halfway between mortified and desperate for me to keep my promise—but tonight I’m going to be a fucking prince. It’s our first time together.
I leave her mouth and straighten my cock right in front of her lips.
Our eyes lock in silent understanding. Now that she knows I know, it feels like we share a secret that belongs only to us.
I glance down her naked body, palms braced on the bed, breasts marked by my beard and mouth, flushed from my sucking.
“Open up for me, Jackie.”
I let my fingers trail along the soft skin of her face, fighting for control as her full lips part just like I told her to.
My hand fists in her hair, holding her face up to me.
“You’ll tell me if I’m too rough? I’ll try to be as romantic as I can.”
“No. Be you. If you read my diary, you know I don’t dream of being a doll. I want to be your woman.”
I inhale deeply, her words soaking into every drop of my blood, making it boil. But I know Jackie has no idea what she’s asking for, so I decide to give her a taste of why she shouldn’t tease me like that.
I twist my hand tighter in her hair, and now she has no choice but to stay exactly where I want her.
She can’t move her head, but her eyes stay locked on mine, huge, bright, making silent promises I’d die for.
Five years. That’s how long you’ll have her before she finally sees you for the monster you are.
I shove the thought aside, focus on the lust, and stroke my cock in front of her mouth without touching her.
“Don’t look away, baby. I want you watching me, showing me how much you like having this pretty mouth filled with my cock.”
I stroke harder, deliberately letting precum drip onto her lips.
“Lick it up,” I order.
She does and goes further, moaning at the taste, and I lose it.
“Hold my cock and put it in your mouth.”
She’s a little off-balance, one hand still braced on the bed, but she takes me like I told her to, and at the first contact, we both groan.
She takes just the head, licking slowly, and I grin.
“You said you didn’t want gentle. Let’s see.”
I push deep into her mouth, and I don’t feel guilty when she gags. My lust only spikes at her effort to take it all.
I pull out.
“Use your tongue on my cock while I’m fucking your mouth.”
She does, accepting the filth of my demand without protest, without pulling away, greedy as she sucks, licks, and works me. She’s hungry.
“Does it taste like you dreamed? Is this how you thought it’d feel when I fucked this pretty mouth?”
She peers up at me through thick lashes, those blue gemstones of her eyes glittering with want.
I slide out of her lips.
“It’s better,” she says.
If she keeps this up, Jackie will manage what so many others couldn’t. She’ll be my death.
Her warm tongue works my length relentlessly, her mouth opening as wide as she can to take me in. I’ve been holding back, but when I feel her relax, I warn her:
“I’m going deeper, my fiancée. Take it.”
I push until the head of my cock hits her throat, and I growl as I press in further. She keeps taking it, eyes watering from the effort.
I pull free and, with care, push her onto the bed. I haul her on top of me, turning her into a sixty-nine.
“Deep throat me. I want you drinking my cum.”
I latch onto her pussy, flicking my tongue in rapid strokes, my finger teasing her clit. I know I won’t last, and I want her there with me. Jackie’s mouth is too damn good.
I suck her bundle of nerves and slide two fingers inside her. When she starts to lose herself, I grab her wrists and pin them behind her back.
Her mouth is mine now, her face buried in my groin, and I thrust up, fucking her throat.
I keep sucking her clit without pause, and when I feel her about to shatter in a sweet climax, I spill into her mouth.
She keeps sucking, swallowing every drop, while at the same time flooding my mouth with her sweetness.
Jackie goes limp, but I’m nowhere near done.
I pull her off me and lay her on the bed.
Beside her, I kiss her face and forehead, still not believing she’s mine.
She opens her eyes and pulls me down by the neck, bringing my mouth to hers.
I suck her tongue, drinking in her little whimpers of pleasure.
I cup her breast, kneading the soft flesh between my fingers, rolling her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I want to slide between her thighs and rub my cock along her wet slit, but I’m not going to ignore her terms, Jackie needs the certainty that I’m clean.
“I’m going to fuck you whenever I want. Wherever I want.”
She shivers, and I know it’s because she wants that badly.
Fucking delicious.
I slide my hand between her legs and growl when she spreads them without me asking.
I toy with her clit, circling it with my finger, watching her desire rise again.
I lower my head and lightly lick her nipple; her response is to lift her head and bite my shoulder.
“Wildcat.”
“Sorry.”
“No. Don’t stop. I want you like this, naughty and out of control.”
I nip at her earlobe while slipping my finger between her slick walls.
Her chest rises and falls in short breaths, and I bite down on her lower lip.
Jackie trembles with need, grinding her hips into my hand, her eyes locked on mine.
I’m torn between giving her another orgasm or going for a condom. I tease her until the last second, and when she starts to tighten, I stop.
She glares at me.
“I want you to come on my cock.”
“I was so close.”
I grin.
“Then take it out on me while I’m fucking you. Bite me, scratch me. Do your worst, baby. I don’t want a good girl, I want the woman who wants to be fucked right.”
I stand and head into the bathroom. Grab a whole strip of condoms and catch her eyes on my hand.
“I’ll only stop if you ask me to, Jackie. As long as you’re coming and wanting more, I’ll stay buried in your pussy.”