Chapter 41
I kiss her mouth slowly, making her taste herself on my tongue.
My hands slide to her back, unclasping her bra completely.
I grab her by the waist and pull her to her feet. Like a damned voyeur, I take a step back and watch the only woman who has the power to throw me off-balance, naked, beautiful, wearing nothing but high heels.
Jackie’s face is the image of satisfaction and promises.
She’s flushed, her hair falling loose from the bun.
I know she carries my name now, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I want to mark her as mine.
To lick and bite every inch of her skin.
To make her scream for me as I bury myself in her soft, hot body.
I shrug off my blazer and finish pulling off the already-unbuttoned shirt. I never stop looking at her while I do it, and Jackie takes deep breaths, as if trying to steady herself, her breasts rising and falling like pure temptation.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, sitting on the bed. “Come here and spread your thighs.”
I can see on her face the mix of emotions that always drives me insane: a trace of shame, quickly swallowed by the passion flooding every inch of her gorgeous body.
She obeys but won’t meet my eyes.
“Look at me and spread your lips for me, Jackie.” I could lay her down on the bed, but what I want is her surrender—her trust to take the pleasure I can give her.
She accepts my command, and my eyes drop to the small triangle of trimmed hair between her thighs.
“Touch me. I need your hands on me,” she begs.
“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” I ask, reaching to pull her closer by the ass until her breasts are level with my mouth.
She takes my hand and presses it between her thighs. The moment my fingers brush her, Jackie moans.
“You want my fingers fucking this tight pussy?”
She nods, restless but silent.
I lift my hand, brushing my fingers across her lips. “Suck them.”
She does, and my whole body aches with arousal, her obedience making me crazy.
“Look at me,” I order, lifting one of her legs onto the bed, opening her even wider.
Without gentleness, I drive two fingers deep into her tight cunt.
“Ahhhhhh . . .”
“Fuck!”
Her pussy clamps down, pulling me in, taking everything, even as each thrust forces me to push past her tightness.
Her hands dig into my shoulders, nails raking my skin, and the wet sound of my fingers working her fills the room.
Jackie rides my hand, swaying where she stands, lost in her own pleasure. Her moans are filthy, her eyes heavy with lust. “Lucifer, I . . .”
“Look at me while you come.”
Her slick walls squeeze around my fingers. “Please, harder.”
“That’s it. Beg me and I’ll give you what you need.”
She does, grinding down on my hand without stopping.
With my free hand, I unzip my pants, needing to ease the strain of my cock.
Her gaze drops to my lap as I start stroking myself slowly, just to tease her.
Jackie comes, clutching me tight inside her, and we moan together—her as she falls into climax, me from the feel of her juices soaking my hand.
I pull my fingers out of her and suck them clean.
Her pupils blow wide, and I see the shudder that rocks her so hard she nearly collapses. I catch her, pulling her onto the bed.
I want to fuck her mouth, fist her hair while I drive deep, but the hunger to feel her pussy around me wins out.
I strip in seconds and drop onto the mattress, pulling her over me, her sex in my face, a thigh on either side of my head.
Jackie smells like good sex, hunger, satisfaction.
“Ride my tongue. I want you to sit on my face until you come. Feed me, wife.”
Despite my words, I grip her waist, giving her no choice but to grind on my face. I pull her down again and again, drinking her sweetness until I make her climax.
I sit up, and with her still straddling me, I slide into her wet heat.
The test results came back. Tonight will be the first time I fuck her without protection, finally able to go all the way.
I capture her lips, devouring them. Her hands hold my face, kissing me back with equal hunger.
I fuck her mouth with my tongue while I sink her down on my cock.
Jackie moans, panicked, trying to wriggle free, the position leaving her too vulnerable.
I don’t move for a few seconds, learning her body.
She’ll get used to it; she’s not fragile.
Jackie doesn’t want tenderness—her diaries showed me that clearly.
She wants rough fucks, spankings, her hair pulled while I pound into her hard.
The pleasure of sliding into her is almost painful, her tight heat robbing me of sanity.
Slowly, she lowers herself, swallowing me with that small, greedy cunt.
I dig my fingers into her ass and drive into her completely.
The feeling of her squeezing me is so delicious I shut my eyes for a moment.
She doesn’t move—completely filled, completely owned. ‘Her breathing is ragged, her pussy fluttering in little spasms.
I’ve barely entered her and Jackie is already close to coming again.
I make her ride me, and she whimpers. Gripping her ass, I force her to take me down to the base and then seat her fully on my cock.
“Ahhhh . . .”
I mutter every prayer I remember, because the sensation of being so deep inside her is divine, so good it drags me to the edge.
I kiss her mouth, slip my hand between us, and rub her clit.
She shudders, clinging to my shoulders, bouncing on my cock.
I never stop stroking her clit, and she bites into my chest as if to stifle her cries.
“I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
Her hot, wet pussy rides me in a steady rhythm, her walls stretching to take me.
I stretch my legs beneath her, pushing her back a little. “Put both hands on the mattress, beside my legs.”
She stays straddling my cock, but her body reclines back, feet planted firmly on the bed, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy devouring me.
“Ride me, Jackie. Ride me hard.”
I’m not the passive type—I prefer control—but watching her fuck my cock is a goddamn gift.
I let her lead for several minutes, then flip us, bracing myself above her perfect face. I start driving harder, the wet curls from her sex brushing my pelvis each time I slam into her.
I quicken the pace, pulling one of her legs onto my shoulder, spreading her wide open. “Touch that pussy while I fuck you.”
She obeys, moaning loud.
I suck her tits, nibbling her nipples. I thrust without restraint, and she screams, clawing at me. I glance down, see my cock glistening with her slick juices, and roar like an animal.
I pound into her with savage need, my desire to own her burning away every trace of control.
Our fuck is a tangle of ravenous lust and the craving to claim each other.
I know it’s mutual. Jackie isn’t just giving in to me—her pussy is swallowing me down greedily, showing me I belong to her too.
Sexy, filthy, insatiable, her muscles grip me harder, and I know her body well enough to feel she’s about to come.
“This little pussy loves being filled with my cock, doesn’t it? You love me stretching you, fucking you deep.”
She tenses, and with a final gasp, gives me her release.
I pull out and flip her onto all fours, sliding back into her wet heat.
I grab both her arms behind her, her face pressed into the mattress.
I smack her ass hard. “I’m gonna fuck you rough. Move for me.”
I slam in to the hilt, grinding, pulling nearly all the way out before forcing back inside.
As always, I lose my mind watching my cock split her open. I pound into her mercilessly.
“Ahhh . . .”
I twist a hand into her hair, using it as leverage, driving into her brutally, my hips crashing against her soft flesh.
Jackie whimpers, begging for more.
I lean in, thrusting deeper, whispering in her ear, “Soon, I’m going to fuck this ass.”
My thrusts turn savage, and Jackie screams, climaxing beautifully.
I follow her, undone by a violent orgasm, spilling inside her for the first time.
My cum leaks from her as I drive into her one last time, all the way in.
I pull her upright, kissing her mouth without pulling out.
“Say it again,” I whisper in her ear.
“Say what?”
“You said you loved me, that it was always me. I want to hear it again.”
She tries to move away, but I lock an arm around her waist, holding her tight.
“No. Declare your love for me while I’m still inside you.”
“My God, Lucifer.”
Jackie
I can’t move. He’s holding me tight against him.
To say how much I love him like this feels even more intimate, stripping me bare. I turn my head slightly, looking at him as best I can. I ready myself to give my soul to my fallen angel.
Lucifer’s eyes are serious but less shadowed than before.
Was it me who did that? Who pulled him a little closer to the light?
Encouraged by the thought, I brush my fingers along his jaw. “It’s always been you. I love you, and I’m not letting you go. Not in five years, not ever. I want everything, and I want it with you.”