42. Ava
Chapter 42
Ava
Twenty-four hours later
We’re in the arrivals hall at the airport when his private plane lands. Liv’s told me the way I’m dancing around on my tiptoes looking for him makes me look like I have a bladder infection. But she’s doing the exact same thing as she looks for David.
“Do you think he’ll have missed me as much as I’ve missed him?” Liv gnaws her bottom lip, unusually nervous for her.
“You really like him.” I laugh, glancing at her.
She breaks into a smile. “Okay, I do. But don’t tell him. I want to maintain some element of playing hard to get so he doesn’t get lazy.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever let him get slack.”
She tilts her head, her lips twisting into a coy smile. “True. ”
I start to laugh again but then my breath hitches as I spot a dark head of hair exiting from a private doorway nearby.
“They’re here!” I squeak.
He moves so fluidly, taller than anyone else around him. Power, control, and brilliance ooze from every pore as he wears his navy-blue suit pants and white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.
My gaze rakes over the parts of him I can see before the crowd parts, giving him a clear pathway to me.
They know. The whole world knows.
One look at Jet Grant and it’s obvious he’s someone special.
It feels like every cell in my body freezes, and I’m rooted to the spot as my eyes meet his. Nothing could have prepared me for the way my heart feels like it’s about to explode. Daily video calls are nothing compared to the real thing.
Clear blue pierces me, like a shot of oxygen when your brain is just about to close down.
He’s here.
Liv curses gently under her breath as she sees David. But all I can focus on is the man walking toward me with purpose, closing the distance that six months of traveling through fourteen countries has created.
I break into a run, no longer controlling my body consciously. Every second of the time we’ve been apart is carrying me. Powering me to end that distance once and for all.
“Jet! ”
The tears streaming down my face and blurring my vision are happy ones as I launch myself into the air. He drops the bag he’s carrying and catches me underneath the ass, immediately pulling my body against his tight enough to make me dizzy.
But I don’t care.
Nothing matters except that he’s here.
“Goddamn, Ava.” His words send a shiver running through my body as he buries his face into my neck, inhaling with a pantie-melting groan. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”
I grab his face between my hands and our eyes meet. His are shining with a new brightness in them I haven’t seen before.
But god does it suit him.
We continue staring at each other, drinking the other in. My heart pounds as his breath fans over my lips.
So much emotion. So much time.
But it’s what I needed. He knew it. And I trusted him. I trust him with my life. After everything, it’s the thing I’m most sure of.
Jet Grant. The serious, ruthless grump… with a heart of pure gold hidden beneath that solid chest.
“Ava,” he breathes, leaning close.
“What’s this?” I bite my lower lip as I trace my fingers over his sinful lips, halting his advance.
They’re soft, a hint of five o’clock shadow above them.
“A man about to lose it if you don’t fucking kiss him. ”
I laugh at his deep groan. But I hold back, despite being so desperate to kiss him I might lose my mind.
I just want to look at him a little longer. I want to remember this moment forever.
“I mean this.” I press the lightest of touches to the corner of his mouth.
The place where his lips curl up a tiny fraction.
I dust my lips over the spot in a whisper of a kiss, and he groans in response as he squeezes two handfuls of my ass, pulling me closer.
“What’s it look like?” he rasps.
I look into dazzling blue.
“It looks like a smile. A Jet Grant version,” I whisper.
His dark brows hitch. “Then that’s what it is.”
“Then that’s what it is,” I repeat in a hushed voice.
“Ava,” he growls.
“Jet,” I murmur. ”
“Just fucking kiss me.”
I surge forward, smashing my mouth against his. The second our skin connects, Jet takes control, kissing me, devouring me, breathing life back into my body in a way I haven’t felt in six long months.
“I love you,” I gasp into his mouth.
He slides my body down his so he can angle my head back. His kisses grow slower, but they deepen as he takes his time reacquainting himself with my lips, my taste. I can feel the energy flowing through his every breath as it falls against my lips in the small moments that he pulls back to look at me like he’s checking that I’m real, before he dives back in and kisses me again.
His thumbs swipe up the happy tears that are still falling, then he rests his forehead against mine.
“You’re never leaving me again.”
“I never want to.”
The hint of a curl is back on his lips.
“I love you, Firefly.”
“It’s beautiful. But watch out for sharks,” I say.
Liv’s lips curl into a smirk as David looks at Jet for reassurance. Jet shrugs, and I bite back my laugh at David’s audible gulp.
We say goodbye as the two of them head out for the evening. Jet whisked us away from the airport in a private car and brought us back to the resort in Krabi where we came together all those months ago. He booked us side by side villas, and we’ve only just checked in. Our suitcases are sitting inside the doorway, untouched.
Liv insisted to David that they go to the bioluminescent beach tonight. She didn’t want to wait any longer to see it .
“I’m happy we came back here. It seems kind of fitting to reunite in the spot where I first saw the man beneath the suit,” I say, running my fingers along the edge of the kitchen counter in the exact same villa we stayed in when we were following Callaghan around.
The one that changed the way I saw Jet.
I open the built-in refrigerator and grin as I pull out a bottle of grapefruit juice.
“Where have my shareholder deliveries been going?” I ask as I turn.
Jet wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close.
“I rerouted the delivery from your mum’s place to mine.”
“Have you been drinking it?”
An amused huff of air escapes from his lips. “Can’t stand the stuff.”
“Unless it comes with berry flavor, huh?” I press a light kiss to his mouth.
“Ava,” he growls.
“Jet,” I tease.
His eyes darken and take on a heat like he’s about to devour me whole.
“Put the bottle down.”
I place it on the counter behind me with a clunk, my eyes glued to his.
“Done,” I breathe.
“Now,” he rasps, pulling me against him so his erection presses into my stomach. “We need to talk.”
I swallow at the gravel in his voice. And at the delicious ache in my core as his dick strains between us, giving off enough heat to power this whole luxury resort we’re in. It’s been months since I saw it, touched it, tasted it… felt it inside me.
“Let’s talk after.” I lift up on my toes to kiss him. He doesn’t reciprocate as my lips meet his soft, warm ones. Instead, he arches a dark brow, his voice taking on an authority that has slickness pooling between my legs.
“A plane in my hallway?”
“Uh-huh.” I bite my lower lip, looking up at him through my lashes.
“A glass beneath the step?”
My lips curl into a flirty smile. “You’re welcome.”
“These?” he rasps, producing a scrap of pink and gold silk from his pocket and holding it up.
“Oh, yeah. Thought you’d appreciate those.”
He groans, and the sound sends goosebumps scattering up my spine in the most addictive way. I’ll never tire of hearing him groan, growl, moan, curse… do anything for me that tells me I’m testing his control.
He scrunches my panties in his fist and brings them to his nose. “You made yourself come wearing them, I could smell you on them.” He inhales deeply, his eyes fixed on mine. “It’s faded now.”
“That’s what happens when you jerk off with them too much.”
“Hmm.” He smirks, pocketing them again. “Still leaves one question, though…” He pushes a strand of my hair away from my face, letting his thumb linger over my cheekbone. I lean into him with a lust-filled sigh.
“What question?”
His eyes flash with something dark. We both know it’s only a matter of minutes before we’ll both be naked and he’ll be inside me, fucking me deep, the way only he ever has. It’s been six long months since the last time, and the fact we’ve held back this long surprises me.
But Jet likes playing games, so I should indulge him a little if that’s what he wants.
“How a brat like you should be punished for being such a fucking tease.”
A thrill shoots through me as he grabs my hand and places it over the front of his suit pants, curling my fingers beneath his own until we’re gripping his throbbing erection tightly.
Fuck, I think it’s grown in six months.
I gasp when he flexes it beneath my palm.
“Is that sweet pussy dripping for me?” he rasps, pushing my hand harder against him.
“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me, Jet. Please.”
“Needy girl,” he tsks.
Then he hoists me over his shoulder, spanking me, as he strides to the bedroom and drops me onto the cool white sheets.
He stands between my legs at the side of the bed and unbuttons his shirt. The sight of the short, dark hair dusting his solid pecs has my clit pulsing, aching for friction.
“Faster,” I beg.
He arches a brow as he undoes his belt and then drags down his zipper.
“You aren’t the one controlling how this goes, Ava.”
Fuck.
The blood in my veins heats to the point of spontaneous combustion. I’m practically salivating as he pushes his clothes down over his hips and frees his thick cock.
There’s a hint of a smirk on his face as he catches my reaction.
“You missed this cock?” he asks, pumping it slowly. Pre-cum drips off the end, landing on my cotton sundress. His eyes fall to the fabric, and he skates a thumb over the drops, pushing the moisture through the thin fabric so I feel it against my burning skin underneath.
“God, yes.”
“Then take your dress off before I rip it off.”
I know he will, so I pull each strap off my shoulder before easing it down over my breasts, past my waist, and down my legs, revealing my lack of bra and panties.
“Ava,” Jet scolds. “You came to the airport without panties?”
I bit my lip innocently. “I was too hot wearing them.”
He glowers, watching every move with a precision gaze, like a hunter. The hunger in his eyes makes me more and more turned on as I imagine that first thrust inside me, and how good it’s going to feel as he stretches me to take him again.
“Uh-uh.” He grasps my chin and tilts my head up. “Bad girls don’t get fucked when they want it. They have to wait.”
I pout and he shakes his head with a curse like he’s so close to giving in and fucking me hard. I wriggle, trying to press my thighs together. Jet reaches down, clamping each thigh and pinning them apart on the mattress.
“No one gives your clit attention, except me, understood?”
I nod, my breath quickening as I wait to see what he’s going to do, because surely, he has to fuck me now. He can’t make us wait any longer. This is torture.
He holds my eyes until he’s happy I’m going to obey. Then he slides them down over my body, assessing every inch, like he needs to make sure I’ve been taking care of what’s his while we’ve been apart.
His hands bracket my ribs and slide upward, pushing my breasts together. A satisfied grunt leaves his lips as he leans down and sucks one nipple. “I can’t wait to watch these pretty tits bounce when you ride my cock later.” He sucks the other one, ignoring the fact that I’m squirming beneath him, panting with desire.
He’s going to take his time despite how badly I need him to just let loose and fuck me.
Bastard.
“What have we here?” He smooths his thumb over the short hair that’s grown. He dusts over my clit, and I jerk with a whimper. Amusement glints in his eyes. “I like it… It’ll look good coated in cum.”
“Please.” I shudder as he curls his hand, cupping my pussy and dipping the tip of one finger inside me a tiny fraction.
“Soaking,” he tuts like he’s disappointed with me, but his grip tightens on his cock as he pumps it harder. “A fucking IOU,” he grunts as he pushes two fingers inside me without warning.
“Yes!” I arch off the bed, pleasure firing through my body at having him touch me again. His fingers feel better than I remember, thicker, longer.
“You left me an IOU. And just for that, you’ll find another ten million in your account.”
“What?”
His brows flatten like he’s daring me to argue with him. “I look after what’s mine, Ava. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
His entire forearm moves back and forth, the veins popping beneath his skin as he finger-fucks me arrogantly, knowing a single stroke at the correct angle will have me combusting in seconds.
“Jet,” I cry, my body hugging him tight with needy wet sounds.
“Tell me,” he asks with a sinister calmness.
“Tell you what?” My eyes roll in my head as I struggle to concentrate.
“Tell me you’re never going to stop me from spoiling you ever again. If I want to buy you lingerie covered in diamonds and fuck you in it, if I want to buy a new yacht just to watch you sunbathe naked on the deck, if I want to name a whole fucking plane after you so I can fly it and feel like you’re sitting beside me, then you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry, delirious with the need to come.
He keeps his movements going, watching me intently, but makes sure never to hit that exact spot. Not in the way he knows will make me crumble.
I pant and stare into his eyes. “I promise,” I moan. “Please, Jet. I fucking promise.”
All he does is tilt his chin up, evidence that my reply was satisfactory. Then he slides his fingers out and pushes them down my throat.
“Suck.”
I do as he says, watching the way his eyes narrow as my cheeks hollow out around his fingers. I expected him to have less restraint. I thought I’d have his cum running down my thighs by now. But the fact he’s dragging it out, only makes it hotter. He wants to be inside me as much as I need to feel him there. I can see it in the dark heat of his eyes, in the tenseness of his rigid muscles and his sharp jaw.
But he’s in control.
Even the need to fuck his girlfriend he hasn’t seen in six months isn’t enough to make him snap. He’s getting off on this. He’s in his element. Exercising complete self-control.
But he never said I can’t push him.
“I touched myself in the airport bathroom before you landed. I was just so hot, knowing you were close,” I confess, a frisson of energy twirling in my gut as his nostrils flare.
“You made yourself come in public when I wasn’t there?” he grits, his features set in a mock look of disappointment.
“Yeah. Shall I show you how?” I slide my hand between my legs, but he knocks it away with a growl.
“Never touch yourself unless you’re videoing it for me. Better still, phone me and show me exactly how hard you can make yourself come.” He sucks in air past his teeth with a hiss. “Then I know you’ll be warmed up for me. Because I’ll be there in a fucking shot, Ava, filling this perfect damn pussy until you beg me to stop.”
“Do it,” I murmur.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, positioning me so that I’m straddling him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard where they’re spread around his waist.
I take my opportunity, arching my back and moving down so I can grind onto his cock, my wetness coating it as I whimper at how good it feels rubbing my swollen clit.
“You want this cock?” He lifts his shoulders off the bed so he can look at me shamelessly trying to get myself off using him.
“Yes,” I answer in a rush, reaching for the base of him and positioning myself over him .
His hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place. I huff in frustration as I struggle to push down and get him inside me. It’s no use; he’s too strong.
“First, you need to take your punishment.”
He digs his fingers into my flesh, jerking me forward. I cry out as he tuts.
“So fucking greedy.”
I know what’s coming. And I’ve craved having his mark on me again.
“Make my ass red. Leave your handprint on it.”
I swear the bastard almost chuckles before he pins me with a burning gaze.
“No.”
One single word and I’m staring back at him in confusion.
“Spank me,” I whisper.
He holds my eyes.
“Bite me,” I breathe.
His jaw hardens.
“Please?”
His nostrils flare and then he curses, grabbing handfuls of my ass as he pushes his cock into the groove between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck. You begging me for it makes me want to blow all over your sweet little asshole.”
I gasp as he flexes his cock.
“And I will… later. When you take my cock there.” He swipes his tongue over his teeth with a rough breath. “Your pretty ass will be full of my cock tomorrow. ”
I whimper needily at the promise of something new we haven’t done together yet and his dark eyes glint in approval.
“But first. Brats have to sit on the naughty step,” he growls.
“The what?”
He lifts me, bringing me down roughly against his mouth. I’m thrown forward with a deep moan as he grips my hips and pulls me down hard.
“Hold the fucking headboard, Ava.”
It’s the only warning I get before he lunges. I grip the headboard tightly as he eats me out like a man starved. Every month, day, hour… fraction of a second that he’s missed me is communicated in the merciless way he sucks, kisses, licks and curses me into a fast, deep orgasm.
“Jet!” I keep one hand on the headboard for support, the other dropping to his hair and grabbing a handful of it. I yank, feeling his hissed curse against my skin. But the pain only spurs him on, and he dives into me again, working me up into another soul-shattering orgasm on his face.
“Too much.”
But he doesn’t ease off. My wetness drips over his chin, coats his cheeks, and slides down my inner thighs. I feel every hot drop as he curses and growls, holding my hips tighter as he pulls me down even harder.
“Come for me,” he demands.
“I have,” I choke, spots dancing in my vision .
My ass stings as he slaps it hard.
“Six fucking months. You can give me more than two.”
“It’s too much.” I shake above him, every inch of my skin tingling.
“Six months, six orgasms, Ava.”
I screw my eyes closed as he sucks my clit, sending me spiraling into another.
Fuck.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough with deep praise as I surrender all control of my body and hand it over to him.
I whimper as he lifts me, flicking his tongue over my ass.
“Mine,” he groans, sliding his tongue around it in teasing spirals. “All fucking mine.”
I’m a whimpering, sweaty mess by the time he pulls my fifth orgasm from me. My mascara is probably smeared, and I bet my hair is wild.
I must look like a hot wreck.
But all the exertion has made Jet look better. His face is glowing, his eyes glittering with the vigor of a man who’s been training for physical exertion like this his entire life. Maybe this is why he admitted to me he’d started doubling his skipping time in the mornings since I left.
He was training to ruin me with sex.
“Wow,” I breathe as he kneels between my thighs. They fall open automatically, allowing him access even though I feel like my soul has left my body .
“Did you count?” He arches a brow as he circles the head of his cock against me.
“Five,” I gasp as he slides the first inch inside me.
“Five,” he repeats.
Then he thrusts inside, giving me the rest, knocking what little air I’ve managed to gasp back from my lungs once again. My eyes roll in my head and we groan as his body meets mine with a solid slap.
“Eyes,” he grunts.
I blink, staring up into the vibrant blue.
“Tell me you love me,” he whispers. And the heat of vulnerability tinging his voice has me pulling his lips to mine in a desperate kiss.
“I love you,” I gasp as he starts to rock his hips, fucking me in slow, deep strokes.
He runs his nose along my jaw and up the side of my face.
“Tell me you’ll always need me,” he utters in my ear.
“Always.” I pull him closer, lifting my hips to meet each controlled thrust.
“Tell me you’re mine and no one else’s.”
“I’ve only ever been yours.”
I press a kiss to his temple as he buries his face into my neck.
“I love you, too,” he rasps, kissing my neck. “I love you so goddamn much.”
He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding. Then he pulls back and his eyes blaze into mine as he picks up his pace and does what we’ve both needed for the past six months .
He fucks me hard.
The bed bangs against the wall, the sound is so loud, but it’s nothing compared to my moans of his name, and his curses of mine.
It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard, and it only makes me wetter, allowing him to drive harder, deeper, faster.
I cling to him, my nails biting into the flesh of his muscular buttocks as they flex and ripple, pistoning his cock into me at an angle that has me shaking with need from each pump.
“Jet, oh fuck, yes.”
“Tell me you love me again,” he grits.
“I love you.”
He fucks me the way he did that first time at Rochwell; holding my eyes as his body drives into mine with punishing hits. His eyes were dark with lust then, glittering with danger. Now they’re softer, still intense enough to burn me, but different somehow. They’re like they were in Thailand when he opened up to me. When he told me I was safe and wasn’t alone. The night I started really falling for him.
But there’s something else, too.
They’re shining. Shining with carefully controlled emotion. Shining with a future full of promises.
Shining with love.
“Fuck, Ava.” He jerks his chin, driving deeper and making me moan louder than should be physically possible. “I need you to come. ”
Maybe it’s the angle, or the way he’s looking at me. Or maybe it’s because sometimes I like him telling me what to do, even though I’ll never admit it.
But I do as he says.
I come hard.
I come so hard that wetness squirts from me, flooding his cock.
“Jesus. Milk me, fucking milk me.” His eyes pinch as my body squeezes his cock with each wave of my orgasm. It tears through me, clamping down on him with force.
“Goddamn.” He hisses, then holds my throat, pinning me in place beneath him as his eyes blaze into mine. “I’m going to come, Ava.”
His jaw slackens and his eyelids hood. He keeps watching me. Watching me take the liquid fire that he’s filling me with.
“Wider,” he grunts.
I stretch my legs, letting his hips get closer, letting him push even deeper.
I moan as his cock swells inside me with each new wave of his release.
“Goddamn, Firefly.” He lets out a low husky groan, his eyes dropping to where our bodies meet. “I’ve so much cum for you,” he rasps.
I feel it. I feel it filling me, heating me inside. And I feel it running out down the sides of him as he pulls back and then slams back inside. It’s coating my inner thighs, drenching them. Covering me, branding me, owning me inside and out .
Jet groans, thrusting his hips a few more times to empty out the final drops, then he stills inside me.
“Jesus,” he rasps.
I pull him to me, kissing him over and over, wrapping my arms around his neck and gluing our bodies together so we’re one sticky, slick, sweaty mass.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He grips my chin, kissing me again. “Good.”
His dark hair falls into his eyes, so I sweep it back.
“Stay there,” he says before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“What? Where are you going?”
“Stay,” he barks, leaving the room.
I don’t think I can even sit, let alone get my legs to work. I lie stunned. I can’t believe he’s just walked off. No cuddles after reuniting. No being held in his arms, resting my head on his chest and listening to his deep, steady heartbeat. The one I find so soothing.
I fly to my feet, ignoring the shake in my legs as I wobble over to the bedroom door.
“I swear you better not be checking your phone for work calls.”
He flies through the bedroom door, scooping me up underneath my knees.
“You think I’d do that?” His dark eyes burn into mine ruthlessly as he carries me back over to the bed and places me down onto it. “I told you to stay. Why don’t you ever listen?”
“Get a dog if you want to train someone,” I huff. “Tell me what you were doing?” I gaze up at him as he dusts the back of his knuckles over my cheek .
“Just getting this.”
He lifts his other hand. It’s curled around the base of a glass.
My breath hitches and I snap my eyes back to his.
“You know what to do,” he rasps.
I bite my lower lip and part my thighs so he can place the cool glass against my skin. His pupils dilate as his gaze drops between my legs. I can feel him dripping out of me.
“Ava.” He licks his lips, but his hand holding the glass never moves.
“Jet?”
His eyes are glued to my pussy. Slowly, he runs the fingers of his free hand up my inner thigh, collecting up our mixed cum. He brings it to the soft patch of hair I have and then coats it. “Knew it would look good,” he growls.
I drop my eyes back to the glass, and he tilts it toward me. It’s not empty. His fingers were covering the sides so I couldn’t see before. But now the small piece of white paper inside is visible.
“Take it out.”
I pull it out and unfold it.
“I don’t understand.”
I stare at his handwriting. “IOU everything?”
He moves the glass closer, tipping it toward me. The deep clink inside it makes me dip my eyes back past the rim.
“Take it out,” he says again, his eyes taking on an even deeper intensity .
My breath stalls as I reach in and curl my fingers around the object. I lift it out and he eases it from my shaking fingers.
“I owe you everything, Ava,” he breathes. “A life of adventures, arms to keep you safe, a heart that beats for you, so you’ll never be alone. I’m a man who’s so fucking wrecked because of you that an existence without you would be pointless. These six months apart have been hell.”
He places the ring against the tip of my finger on my left hand.
“Marry me.”
I’m too shocked to speak.
“You’re so close to saying yes. I can see it in your eyes.”
His words float over to me, seeping through my skin and settling inside the hole that I’ve carried inside my chest for over ten years.
So close.
“I found you, Ava.” His blue eyes search mine. “And you found me.”
I gulp back a sob, but another replaces it immediately, bubbling from my lips. Jet’s hold on my left hand is gentle, the ring still poised in place.
“Say it,” he breathes.
I nod.
“Say it,” he repeats, waiting patiently, like he’d wait forever for me if I needed him to.
But I don’t need forever.
I just need my own Jet .
“Yes.”
The breath leaves his lungs, his chest softening as he slides the ring onto my finger.
I stare at the giant yellow diamond as he pulls my forehead to his.
“I love you,” he breathes.
A smile finally breaks onto my face.
“I love you, too.”
His eyes follow mine to the huge rock that’s weighing my finger down.
“Looks good on you.”
I bite my lip. It does. And it feels good.
“I know where I want to get married,” I blurt. “I know exactly where.”
Jet clears his throat, his posture stiffening.
“What?”
He’s silent.
“Jet?” I gasp, studying the deep line between his brows. “You’ve booked it already, haven’t you?”
He rolls his lips, a muscle in his jaw tensing. “I always win, Ava,” he rasps, looking into my eyes.
“Oh my god! What if I’d said no?”
His eyes heat. “I’d have kept asking.”
“You’re insane.” I scoff. But I can’t help the grin on my face growing wider as I recall the words he once said to me. “You’re fucking obsessed,” I repeat them, expecting him to agree.
“No.” His voice is more serious than I’ve ever heard it. “I’m just in love with you. ”
My heart dances. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing those words.
“Where is it?” I ask, scanning his face for a clue.
“You’ll see.” He pulls me into his arms, wrapping my legs either side of him.
“I’ll see?”
The subtle curl of his lips is back. “You’ll see,” he repeats.
“That’s all I’m getting?”
He lifts me, pulling me back down onto his hard cock with a deep groan, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“Jet,” I argue, even though the pleasure he’s sending through my body is threatening to take over my senses. “I want to know.”
He ignores me as he starts moving my body how he wants it, working me up and down his cock.
“This conversation isn’t over,” I gasp as the head of him rubs the special spot deep inside me.
He groans, looking at where he’s disappearing inside me.
“If I don’t like it, we’re changing it.”
He lies back onto the bed, looking up at me with heated desire burning in his eyes. “You’ll like it.”
“So damn sure of yourself,” I mutter as his fingers flex on my hips and he picks up the pace, pulling me down onto him harder.
“You trust me, don’t you?” he grits, thrusting his hips up, urging me to work with him .
I bite my lower lip, my eyes dropping to my hand, spread out over his chest as I sink down onto him with more force. He grunts as I curl my fingers into his dark chest hair, the yellow diamond like a bright burning light shining out between the strands.
“Yeah, I trust you,” I breathe, squeezing him until he lets out a rasped curse.
“Fuck… Good girl.”
“You’re still going to tell me.” I squeeze him again and the tendons in his neck flex as he lets out a deep groan.
“We’ll see.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I say, squeezing him again.
He looks up at me, his dark brows pulling low as I smirk.
“Shut up and ride my cock, Fiancée.”