30. Jazz
I cup Jazz's face, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Her mouth opens for me, inviting, and I dive in, my tongue exploring, claiming. She moans, clutching my shirt, pulling me closer. I walk her backwards, pressing her against the half-glass wall of the terrace. The city lights glint behind her, but all I see is her.
"You're mine now, little dove," I growl against her lips. "All fucking mine."
Her breath hitches, but her eyes flash with that defiance I love. "And you're mine, Nerio. Don't forget that."
I grin, nipping at her bottom lip. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Jazz."
My hands slide down her body, feeling every curve. She arches into my touch, gasping when I grip her hips, grinding against her. I want her to feel what she does to me, how much I need her.
"Nerio..." she breathes, her voice heavy with desire.
I kiss her again, deeper, hungrier. My hands slip under her shirt, her skin soft and warm. She shivers at my touch, her nails digging into my shoulders. I can't wait to get inside her, to feel her heat wrapped around me. She's my fucking fiancée now, and I want to mark her, claim her, make her scream my name.
I scoop Jazz off her feet, her tight skirt riding up her thighs as she locks her legs around my waist. She starts to grind against me, her heat driving me crazy.
But when I pull her blouse off, she jerks back, hissing, "Nerio, anyone can see us."
I grin, my voice a low rumble. "Let them. I want the whole fucking city to know you're mine."
She gasps as I rip her bra away, my mouth finding her nipple, sucking hard until she's writhing in my arms, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants. "Nerio...oh God..."
I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, drawing out a low moan from deep within her. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips moving in sync with mine.
Setting her on her feet, I step back, my eyes raking over her body. "Get rid of the skirt." My voice is commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Her eyes dart to the street below, but she obeys, her fingers finding the zipper, slowly pulling it down. The skirt drops to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong.
I drop my jacket, unbuttoning my shirt as I watch her. Her eyes follow my every move, her breath still coming in quick gasps. I can see the pulse at her throat, feel her anticipation.
"All of it," I say, nodding towards the thong.
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband, slowly sliding it down her legs. When she straightens, she's completely bare, her body on full display.
I finish unbuttoning my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, my abs, the trail of dark hair leading down into my pants. I undo my belt, the sound of the buckle sharp in the tension between us.
"Come here," I say, my voice a low growl.
Jazz moves towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. She sinks to her knees, the city lights reflecting off her skin.
I tower over her, a smirk playing on my lips. "Let everyone see, little dove. Let the whole fucking city know who owns you."
Her mouth opens, an invitation, and I weave my fingers into her hair, gripping tightly. I push into her mouth, a groan escaping me as her warmth envelops me. She looks up, her deep brown eyes watering slightly, but she takes me, inch by inch.
"That's it, Jazz," I growl, starting a rhythm, slow at first, then faster, deeper. She lets me use her, her hands resting on my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh. I love how she submits, how she gives herself over to me completely.
I thrust into her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening. "Everyone's watching, little dove. They see you on your knees, taking me like a good girl." I hear her choke slightly, but she doesn't pull back. She takes it, takes me.
I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster, my breath coming in sharp pants. "They see how much you want it, Jazz. How much you want me." I pull her head back slightly, then thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, but her eyes... fuck, her eyes are filled with desire.
I'm close, so fucking close. But not yet. I want to draw this out, make her wait, make her beg. I pull out of her mouth suddenly, my cock glistening with her saliva. She looks up at me, confused, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Not yet, little dove," I say, my voice rough.
I step back, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I watch her, kneeling there, her body trembling with need. I reach down, cupping her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. "I want to see you pumped full of cum the first time I finish inside my fiancée."
I pull Jazz up, turning her to face the glass half-wall. The city sprawls out before us, a blanket of lights and secrets. I push her legs apart with my foot, a silent command that she obeys, spreading wide for me. Her palms press against the cool glass, her breath fogging up the surface.
"Stay just like that," I growl, my voice low and commanding. I trail my fingers down her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. When I reach her ass, I give it a firm squeeze before sliding my hand between her legs.
She's soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I slide two inside her. She gasps, her back arching as I begin to pump in and out, my fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside her.
"You're dripping, little dove," I groan, my voice thick with desire. "Is this all for me?"
She nods, her breath coming in quick pants. "Yes...all for you, Nerio."
I pick up the pace, my fingers moving faster, deeper. She moans, her hips moving in sync with my hand. I can feel her tightening around me, her body begging for release. But I'm not ready to give it to her just yet.
"Not so fast, Jazz," I say, my voice a low rumble. I slow my movements, bringing her to the edge but not letting her fall over. She whimpers, her body trembling with need.
"Please, Nerio," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please, I need you."
I smirk, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. "Need what, little dove? Say it."
She hesitates, her breath hitching. "I need your cock. Please, Nerio. Fuck me."
I growl, satisfaction coursing through me. I pull my fingers out, gripping her hips and jerking them back so she's bent over, her ass pressing against me. I position myself at her entrance, feeling her heat, her wetness.
"Is this what you want, Jazz?" I ask, my voice barely more than a growl.
She nods, her voice a desperate plea. "Yes, Nerio. Please."
I slam into her, filling her completely. She cries out, her hands pressing harder against the glass. I begin to move, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her.
The city watches as I claim her, as I make her mine. But I don't give a fuck about the city. All I care about is Jazz, her body, her pleasure, her surrender.
I grip Jazz's hips, thrusting deep into her, each stroke harder and more demanding than the last. The cool glass of the terrace wall mists with her hurried breaths, her fingers splayed against it, desperate for leverage. The city sprawls out before us, oblivious to what we're engaged in.
"You feel that, little dove?" I growl, my arm snaking around her chest, pinning her to me. "Every fucking inch of me inside you."
She gasps, her back arching as she presses against me. "Yes... Nerio... yes."
My hand slides down her stomach, finding the sensitive nub nestled between her folds. I circle it, teasing, driving her wild. She squirms, her breath hitching as I apply pressure, my fingers moving in sync with my thrusts.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," I groan, my voice ragged. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Dirty and rough."
She nods, her head falling back onto my shoulder. "Yes...oh God, yes."
I quicken the pace, my hips slamming against her ass, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing around us. Sweat beads on my forehead, my breath coming in quick pants. Her body trembles, her muscles clenching around me, drawing me deeper.
"Tell me you're mine, Jazz," I demand, pinching her clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "Tell me you fucking love this."
"I'm yours, Nerio," she moans. "I love it...I love...ah!"
Her words dissolve into a cry as her orgasm hits, her body convulsing around me. I feel her release, her heat coating my cock, and it sends me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time, my body shaking as I find my own release, filling her completely.
As we come down, our breaths ragged, I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "I love you, Jazz," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Every fucking inch of you."
Her breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed. "I love you, too, Nerio."
I feel her heart pounding against my arm, her body still trembling from the aftermath. And I think back to the day that I first laid eyes on her, that I first hired her.
I always knew we'd end up here.