Chapter Twenty #3
Her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes, and the flush spreading across her skin, down her neck, across her collarbone, over the swells of her breasts, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmur.
My hands slide up her sides, feeling every inch of soft skin, every curve. My thumbs brush the undersides of her tits, and she arches into my touch, her breath hitching.
I reach behind her and find the clasp of her bra. I’ve done this a hundred times, but this is different. This matters. She matters. I unclasp it and pull it off slowly, watching her the whole time. Noticing how her eyes darken with desire. How her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
I lower my head, take a peaked nipple into my mouth and suck hard.
My tongue swirls around the tight bud, flicking and teasing, as she arches into me with a sharp gasp.
Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, and I growl against her skin.
The vibration makes her whimper, and I suck harder, grazing my teeth over the sensitive flesh just enough to make her cry out.
My hand palms her other breast. My thumb brushes over her nipple in slow circles, then faster, alternating pressure until she’s writhing beneath me, her hips rolling up seeking friction.
“Jace, please.”
“Please what?” I release her nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the wet skin and watching goosebumps break out across her chest. “Tell me what you need, Bells.”
“You. I need you.”
“You have me.” I kiss my way down her stomach—lips brushing over her ribs, her belly button, and the soft curve of her lower stomach. “But I’m going to take my fucking time with you. I’m going to learn every inch of this body. Every spot that makes you scream.
Holding her gaze, I unbutton her jeans. The button pops free, and I drag the zipper down. I can see the edge of her panties, black lace to match the bra, and my cock pulses.
Taking my time, I peel her jeans off her legs, letting my hands drag along her thighs, her calves, committing the sensation of her to memory. Then I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down just as slowly, watching as more and more of her is revealed.
When she’s fully undressed, I sit back on my heels and simply observe her. All of her. From her flushed face to her swollen lips, down to her perfect breasts still wet from my mouth, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and finally to the bare, slick pussy between her thighs.
Fuck. Me.
“Spread your legs,” I command her.
She hesitates for just a second, and I see the vulnerability flash in her eyes. Then her thighs part slowly, and the sight of her—pink and glistening and ready for me—nearly overwhelms me from taking her right then and there.
“Wider,” I say.
She obeys, letting her knees fall open and fully exposing herself to me. I groan because I’ve never seen anything more perfect, more beautiful, more mine.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my hands gripping her inner thighs and pushing them even further apart. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. Do you have any idea how perfect this pussy is?”
I settle between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs and pushing them further apart.
I can see everything now, every glistening fold, and my mouth waters.
I lower my head, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick from bottom to top, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
The taste of her explodes on my tongue, sweet and addictive, and I groan against her.
“Stay still,” I order, pressing her hips down firmly against the mattress. “I want to taste every fucking inch of you.”
I work her with my mouth, licking through her folds, sucking her into my mouth, my tongue circling her clit. I want to own her pleasure.
I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick in broad strokes, then switch to quick flicks that make her thighs quiver.
She tastes so good I can’t get enough. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling hard, and I growl against her.
The vibration travels straight through her core.
She moans louder, her hips trying to grind against my face.
I dip my tongue inside her, fucking her with it. Then I drag it back up to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth.
“Oh god, Jace, please.”
I push two fingers inside her, curling them up to find that spot that makes her see stars. I know the moment I find it because her whole body jerks and she cries out.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my breath hot on her wet skin.
I pump my fingers in and out, hitting that spot with every thrust while my mouth works her clit. I suck hard, then soft, alternating the pressure, keeping her guessing, keeping her right on the edge.
I add a third finger, stretching her. I can sense the resistance before she opens up for me. The stretch makes her gasp, and I pump harder, faster, my fingers making obscene wet sounds as they work in and out of her.
Her thighs start to tremble against my shoulders, and I know she’s right on the edge. I can feel it in the way her breathing has gone ragged and desperate.
“Come on my tongue, Bells,” I command, my voice muffled against her. “Let me taste it.”
I curl my fingers hard against that spot and suck her clit into my mouth at the same time.
She shatters with a scream, her whole body going taut, her back arching off the bed.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, pulsing and clenching as her orgasm rips through her.
I can taste her release, feel it coating my fingers, but I don’t let up.
I keep licking, sucking, pumping my fingers through every wave until she’s pushing at my head. She is oversensitive and shaking.
I pull back and stand up beside the bed. My chin is wet with her, and I don’t bother cleaning it off. I want to fucking wear her like a badge of honor.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Then I undo my belt, pop the button on my jeans, and shove them down my hips along with my boxers. My cock springs free, already hard and leaking, the head flushed dark with need.
Lola’s eyes go wide as she takes me in, and I see her swallow hard. I’m not small, and I know it. I’ve never had any complaints.
I smirk.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name,” I tell her, reaching down to grab my jeans off the floor. I grab a condom, tearing it open with my teeth. “The only word you’re going to remember is my name.”
I roll the condom on slowly, stroking myself from base to tip a few times while she watches. Her pupils are blown wide with lust, and her chest is still heaving from her orgasm. Knowing that I did that to her makes me even harder.
Then I’m on her, settling between her thighs. I grip my cock at the base, running the head through her wetness, dragging it up and down her slit, bumping against her clit and making her whimper. I push in just the tip before pulling back out simply to tease her.
“Tell me again,” I demand, my eyes locked on hers. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Louder. I want to hear you say it.”
“I love you, Jace.”
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and we both groan. She’s so fucking tight, so wet, and the sensation of her wrapped around me—her walls stretching to accommodate my size—is almost too much. I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right here and now.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my jaw clenched so hard it aches. “You feel incredible. So tight. So fucking… perfect.”
I pull out slowly, almost all the way, watching my cock slide out of her, slick and glistening with her arousal. The sight is both obscene and beautiful, and I’m completely mesmerized. Then I drive back in hard, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Good. I want her to mark me. I want evidence of this all over my body.
I set a slow, deep rhythm at first, pulling out completely before slamming back in, making sure she feels every fucking inch of me. Each thrust is designed to drive her out of her mind. I want her to feel me tomorrow. I want her to be sore and remember exactly who did this to her.
“You’re mine now,” I growl, my hips grinding against hers, making sure my pelvis hits her clit with each and every thrust. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, oh God, I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” I lean forward and bite down on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, a bruise that will be there for days. “Mine to fuck. Mine to love. All mine.”
I pick up the pace. My thrusts become harder, faster, and more brutal. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, wet, obscene and perfect. Skin slapping against skin. Her moans mixing with my grunts. The creak of the bed.
I hook her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle, and the new position lets me hit even deeper. She screams, her back arching off the bed, and I can feel her tightening around me already, her walls starting to flutter.
“Not yet,” I command, slowing down to long, grinding thrusts. “You don’t come until I say so.”
“Jace, please, I can’t, I need to—”
“Yes, you can.” I pull out completely, and she whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing. I flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air, her face pressed into the pillow. “Hands on the wall.”
Lola scrambles to obey. She places both hands flat on the wall, and I take a moment to admire the view. Her back is arched, her ass up and presented to me, her pussy glistening and swollen and ready for me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I line myself up and thrust back in without warning, and from this angle I’m even deeper. She makes these desperate little sounds that drive me wild.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I pull her back onto me with each thrust, using her body for leverage.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl, pounding into her relentlessly, my hips slapping against her ass. “You want me to fuck you this hard? Want me to show you exactly who you belong to?”
“Yes… Yes, fuck… Jace, yes,” she says, shaking now.
“You love me?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Yes!”
“You’re mine?”
“Yes… God, yes, I’m… yours.”
“Then come for me. Now.”
Lola explodes, screaming my name so loud my cunt of an aunt no doubt would have heard. Her orgasm tears through her. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard that it squeezes and pulses around me in waves. I can feel every flutter, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose it right now.
I fuck her through it, keeping that relentless pace, drawing out every last tremor and aftershock. Her whole body is shaking, her arms barely holding her upright, and when she’s gasping for air, I pull out and flip her onto her back again, needing to see her face.
Her eyes are glazed and unfocused. Her hair is a mess spread across the pillow, and her swollen lips are parted as she tries to catch her breath. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I push back inside her, and she’s so sensitive she gasps. Her eyes fly open wide and her hands come up to grip my biceps.
“Jace… I can’t, it’s… too much.”
“Yes you can,” I tell her, starting to move again. “You’re going to give me everything.”
I fuck her with deep, powerful strokes. My hips snap against hers. This is different from before. This isn’t about control or dominance or showing her who’s in charge. This is about something else entirely, something that’s clawing its way up my throat and demanding to be let out.
The words are right there, sitting heavy on the tip of my tongue, and I’m terrified to say them. Terrified of what they mean, of how they’ll change everything. But she said them first. She was brave enough to put herself out there, and I owe her the same.
I look down at her, at the way she’s looking up at me with so much trust, affection and love, and something breaks open in my chest.
“I love you,” I say, the words coming out rough and raw, scraped from somewhere deep inside me. “I fucking love you, Bells.”
It feels wrong and right at the same time, vulnerable in a way I’ve never let myself be. But once the words are out, once they’re hanging in the air between us, I feel lighter. Freer.
Tears spring to her eyes immediately, and she cups my face with both hands, her thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
That does it. Something in me snaps, and I kiss her hard, pouring everything I can’t say into it. My tongue slides against hers, claiming her mouth the same way I’m claiming her body, and my orgasm is building at the base of my spine, hot and insistent.
“Fuck, Bells, I’m gonna come,” I groan against her lips.
I bury myself as deep as I can go, grinding against her, and my orgasm slams into me.
I groan into her mouth, the sound muffled by our kiss, as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending in my body.
My cock pulses inside her, jerking with each wave, and I empty into the condom.
My whole body shudders—my muscles locking up, my toes curling.
I can’t remember ever coming this hard in my life.
Every other orgasm pales in comparison to this—to Bells, to being inside her while telling her I love her.
Once the last aftershock has faded and it’s over, I collapse onto her, both of us trembling and exhausted. Her heart pounds against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. Our breathing is ragged, our bodies covered in sweat, and I’ve never felt more complete.
After a moment, when I can move again, I remove and throw away the condom in the trash beside the bed. Then I pull her into my arms, holding her close to my chest. She immediately curls into me, her head resting over my heart, one leg draped over mine, and I kiss her hair.
“I love you,” I say again, because now that I’ve said it, the words keep wanting to come out, over and over. “In case that wasn’t fucking obvious.”
She laughs, the sound soft and content, the vibration of it hits against my chest. “It was pretty obvious.”
I tilt her chin up with one finger, forcing her to look at me. I need her to see my face when I say this. For her to understand that I’m fucking serious.
“I mean it, Lola. You’re it for me. I know I’ve been with other chicks, and I know my reputation, but that’s over now. All of it. You’re the only one I fucking want. The only one I’m ever going to want.”
Her eyes search mine for a long moment, and she smiles. It’s so full of love that it makes my heart flutter.
“Good,” she whispers. “Because you’re it for me too.”