Chapter 23
Maddy
I wake up to Jett’s head between my thighs and my arms suspended above me.
My eyes roll up as far as possible to make sure I’m really seeing this.
Fuzzy pink handcuffs, the kind I teased Jett about, have my wrists bound to the bedpost. I literally just moaned myself awake.
I have never woken up like this, but I could get used to it.
“Jett!” It was supposed to be an objection, but it comes out as a moaning gasp.
He looks up at me through dark lashes and those sinful eyes, God, if he asked me to move to Antarctica with that look, I’d have no choice but to say yes.
He mumbles against my wetness, “Just made you come in your dreams, darling, hottest thing I have ever seen. You can go back to sleep, Baby, I’ll try not to wake you again.”
My head thrashes against my pillow. Yeah, right.
“Let go, Daddy’s got you, Princess.” His tongue moves faster than a freight train, and that’s how fast the orgasm hits me, back bowing off the bed, screaming as the pleasure wracks through me, wave after wave.
“Two…” he whispers into my cunt.
My eyes fly open and I force my vocal chords to form words. “Oh, no, you don’t! Keane! Now!”
I blink and Keane’s there, he’s hard and he’s pretty and his jewelry is glinting in the morning sunlight streaming through my window.
“Ask and you shall receive, darling.”
Jett being rock hard just from making me come may be the hottest thing ever, and yes, I'm aware. Now that he's mine, everything he does is officially the hottest thing that's ever been heated.
“Clearly, you deliver,” I nod to the handcuffs, but don’t complain despite the soreness in my wrists. “Good morning kiss, Keane?”
As I lay out my tongue for him like I did last night. Jett crawls up my body and slides himself into my mouth, fisting my hair with his other hand.
I swallow around him and moan. He throws his head back in ecstasy, guiding my mouth forward and back on his length with his grip on my hair.
I look up through my lashes, and the view from here is absolutely unmatched.
Seeing his neatly trimmed dark treasure trail, black tattoos scaling across his ivory skin, and firm abs for days, I feel like I’ve died and gone to rock ‘n roll heaven.
“I want you so fucking bad I’m seeing stars, Baby.”
I release Keane, so just the pillowy, pierced crown rests on my lips, “Oh, those? They glow in the dark, and teenage me just had to put them all over the ceiling. Even then, my design sense was—”
“Baby!” His exasperation makes me giggle. “I don’t think you’re going to be laughing when I fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me tomorrow. Are you ready?”
I drop my knees to either side. “I’m so ready, Daddy. Babygirl’s been waiting forever.”
Steam practically billows from Jett’s nose like the world’s horniest dragon as he grabs the base of his cock, slowly sliding through my slick.
“Only going to be gentle until you tell me not to be. Okay?” I nod about as fast as he can flick his tongue.
I hiss as the metal teases my entrance. “Ready, Baby?”
“Please,” I beg, and breathe through the pinch of his piercing entering me and the stretch of adjusting to his size. I don’t know what happens, but suddenly the sweet, pleasing girl from the beach last night has left the building entirely.
Jett groans and lets go of Keane, one hand gripping my headboard and the other resting against my throat. “Oh my God, Baby.” He keeps sliding me one more inch at a time. “Your little princess pussy is so tight.”
“Give me…” I huff, “all of it. Now!”
He raises an eyebrow but does as he’s told. “Oh, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be bratty now, Baby.” He slides several inches out and back in gently.
“I don’t need gentle, please…”
His eyes are dark emerald as he obliges, pulling out and slamming his cross into me deeper than anyone else has ever dared fuck me. I scream. “Was that a pain or pleasure scream, Princess Brat?”
“I—” I can hardly catch my breath. “I don’t know!”
“I think it’s important that you do know.
” He leans down, flexes his fingers around my throat, and tortures my bottom lip with his teeth.
Then his puffy lips are on the shell of my ear, hot breath making me shudder.
“I won’t be gentle if that’s what you insist. But you know when something hurts, Babydoll, and then you’ll need to say stop. ”
“I promise, Daddy.”
“There’s my good girl, now … I’ll give you what you want.” His thrusts are slow but deep enough that my whine vibrates off the ceiling.
“Thank you, sir,” I breathe, the good girl returning for the moment. This is so much more fun than sex with Ace; it’s almost comical.
“Can you handle that? Adjusted?”
I nod, and he pulls out of me before releasing my wrists from the handcuffs. He massages them gently before grabbing my hips and flipping me over on all fours. I feel the cross, and suddenly I’m not sure my answer was accurate.
“FUCK!” The metal is so intense at this angle. He shifts and brushes my G-spot, and I scream again.
“Perhaps my daring girl was a little too cocky?”
When I woke up yesterday morning, imagining Jett and me having sex for the first time, this was certainly not what I had pictured. Slow, sensual, vanilla lovemaking with a rockstar? What was I thinking? Guess that was all I knew, and I am enjoying being awakened.
“No, I can take it,” I say, but my voice shakes.
“Well, you certainly are wet enough, Baby, but you’re being a bit of … ah … a brat. You.” He stops to moan and I’m literally dripping on the sheets. “You know what that means, darling?”
I slap my hand on the headboard. “Mmhmmm.”
I hear his rings clatter as they get tossed on my nightstand, not sure why he has them put on already this morning, but my body responds, regardless. My muscles constrict around him, squeezing him so tightly we both gasp.
“Youfeelsofuckinggood,” the way Jett sounds in awe of me makes me even wetter. Well, that, and the way he strokes and grips my ass.
“Eight?”
“Please,” I whine.
“You can always say stop or keep going.”
The mind-blowing sensation of the magic cross slamming against me, coupled with the delicious, perfect pressure sting of him spanking my ass, makes the most feral sounds escape my lips. He lands one to the other cheek, and then his fingers slide around and down to my sex as it pulses and drips.
“Oh, Baby likes that. As soon as I call you a brat, you start acting so good for me. So perfect.”
“Daddy,” I moan as he toys with my clit, and then I feel another spanking. I don’t expect to, but now I’m coming, bowing my head to scream into the pillow as my body convulses and he spanks me a fourth time.
“That’s it, good fucking girl. The way you feel coming on my cock, it’s diabolical, darling.”
My eyes roll back so far in my head when another orgasm threatens to make a reappearance. “Mm-make it ten? Please?”
His fingers leave my clit, fashioning my hair into a ponytail with his fist instead of a scrunchie, giving it a tug that makes me push back against him.
He spanks, alternating sides. “Fucking made for me.” He reaches number ten and moans my name with such a deep, guttural growl that my thighs shake and I make an epic mess of the sheets, seizing and coming and possibly seeing God, I don’t know, this is insane.
He lowers me onto my belly, and I am desperate for a full breath, but my chest won’t stop heaving. He slips from me, and when I turn over, he pulls me into his lap and kisses me softly. “I wanna make you come like that until the end of time, but I needed to see you.”
I nod, I needed that too. He shifts onto his back and holds me above him, hovering my pussy directly over Keane, “Ready?”
I nod and start sliding down onto him, “Easy, thank you for stretching me out with your perfect cock.”
Jett’s eyes roll back. “You take him so well, Baby, you know I’m going to fill you so fucking full with my cum and then you’re fucking mine.”
“Fuck me, fill me, claim me.” He grips my hips and does all the work, gliding me up and letting me slam down onto the cross so my screams shake the framed photos on the wall.
I thread my fingers through his hair, scratching and pulling and begging. “Jett Jett Jett,” I chant.
“I need you to come on my cock just one more time, darling, all right, and I will claim you. When you do that, it’s the best feeling in the—ahh.”
I pinch his nipples, and oh god, is the reaction worth it, seeing him tremble everywhere.
“That’s my Babygirl, oh fuck, please come all over Daddy’s—mmmm…” his thumb presses that oversensitive bundle and my vision goes white with pleasure, spazming around him, and he growls, “Mine,” in my ear as he fills me, thrusting so deep I put his hand on my lower belly.
“Y-you’re so deep, I feel you, here!”
His mouth latches onto my neck as a deep rumble vibrates from his chest to mine, “God, I feel that, you’re so fucking full, Baby,” he says so low against my skin, scraping and biting and sucking.
I don’t want him to ever pull out of me.
Of course, he has to, but he doesn’t hop off the bed and leave me in a puddle.
Oh, no, not my Jett. He spreads my legs open wide and sits on his knees between them.
He spreads my lips; I’m completely bare, thanks to Lola’s wax goddess, which I think he really likes.
He’s practically drooling watching his cum slowly sliding out of me.
“I know you’re very much on the pill, but if you weren’t and this were ten years in the future, know what I’d do?
Fuck I’m just gonna show you.” He grips his cock, somehow still hard as stone, and uses his fingers and cock to push all of it back into me as deep as he can.
“Don’t wanna waste a fucking drop.” He pushes my knees to my ears, and my thighs shake.
No way this slutty little rockstar was actually serious with those baby promises on my doorstep!
His thrusts are sweet, slow, and powerful.
Purposeful. “You feel so fucking full of my seed, Baby, making sure it’s in there so deep so I can put a baby inside you. ”