Chapter 27 Jameson
TWENTY-SEVEN
JAMESON
PLEASE JAMIE.
The plea slid in through the cracks of my hopeless heart, forcing me into action.
I closed the distance between Penelope and me and slid my hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head. Her eyes latched onto mine as if I had just tossed her out on a lake, barely hanging onto a thin rope.
“You have to tell me if it hurts. Promise me, Pen. I will never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
Our mouths met and moved desperately against one another, open and panting as our messy kisses resounded in the room. Pen moaned into my mouth as her fingers curled around the hem of my shirt and began lifting it up over my head.
I pulled her shirt up, gentle to clear her stomach and tender breasts.
She’d mentioned them being sensitive the last time I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, so I was cautious with them.
She used her hands to twist behind her back to unclasp her bra while I pushed her leggings down.
My jeans and boxers went next and then I gripped her by the ass and lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Placing her on the bed, I gently gripped her hair and wrapped it around my fist.
“Get on all fours, show me that pussy, Mrs. King.”
Pen complied immediately, getting to her hands and knees, then looking over her shoulder at where I held the ends of her hair.
I stared at her ass, loving this view, where I also had full access to her cunt.
“Move forward,” I ordered my beautiful wife, releasing her hair. She obeyed, getting closer to the headboard.
I crawled onto the bed behind her and slid my palms up and down her ass. Shit, she was perfect, so juicy and round.
“Gonna taste you now, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
I spread her ass and began navigating with my tongue at that tight center of nerves. Her moan echoed through the room, and it only encouraged me to push my tongue deeper. She tasted like honey, how that was possible, I had no fucking clue but shit, she did.
Her hand came around, holding her ass for me as I continued to lick and tongue-fuck her there. My fingers came up, dipping into her pussy, while I remained fixed on her ass. It felt like I couldn’t get enough of her. She was perfect, like she was made for me.
“My wife is fucking delectable.” I swiped my tongue over her hole again and moaned. “Perfect and so tempting.”
“Jamie,” she panted, rocking her hips into my touch as I kept my fingers inside her.
I moved down to her pussy and began kissing her sex; I used my thumbs to pull those swollen lips open and then spit.
“You’re mine, Penny. For fucking ever. I don’t want to annul anything. I want to keep you. My filthy bride. I want you, for always.”
I raised my body, so my cock was lined up with her, then gripping her by the hips, I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her slick center.
She gasped as I continued to push, not waiting for her to acclimate.
“And now...” I pulled my hips back and then gently rolled them forward, fully sheathing myself inside her. “You are officially...” I moved again and her fists clenched the comforter. “My motherfucking wife.”
Her moan was sultry and full of begging, but I just held her hips firmly while I slid my throbbing cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her as hard as I dared.
She hadn’t clenched up, or said it hurt, so I just kept going.
I pulled her arm back and anchored it to her hip as I took a deeper angle.
It allowed me to see her tits jerking and swaying as we fucked.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, practically begging.
I pulled her up, keeping my cock snug inside her pussy, and aligned her back with my chest. Palming her tits in my hands, I rolled her nipples while I slid into her.
My lips were right at her ear as I rasped, “you thought I didn’t want to fuck this cunt, Pen?
You honestly thought I didn’t want to slip inside you every fucking night? ”
She cried out again, but I kept going. I wasn’t done. I could see a creamy ring of white around my cock from her release, but I didn’t care if she was sensitive, I was still going.
“All I think about is how badly I want to claim you and be inside you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
Your lips get me hard just from parting when you need to breathe or speak.
You walk past me, and I want to slide your pants down and fit my cock in between your ass cheeks and find that soaking center to slide into. God, you grip my cock so well.”
I moved slower but managed to somehow go deeper. I pulled her hair back into my fist, in one hand, while keeping the other on her breast, lightly squeezing it.
“You’re always dripping for me, baby, aren’t you? My dirty wife, fucking desperate for this cock.”
“Fuck, Jamie. My god, I’m—I can’t.” She cried out again, tipping her head against my shoulder as she came on my cock.
“Jameson King, I need you to come because I’m dying. I’ve come three times on your cock, now fill me up. I’m ready.”
I let go and shuddered while gripping her hips, moving slow and steady as I spilled inside her. Her cum covered the base of my cock, and as I gently helped her off my dick, sticky streams of cum came free, clinging to my cock.
I wanted her to turn around and suck it clean. I wanted to fuck her mouth, her tits. Fuck, I was crazy about her.
“Turn around, Penelope.”
She was on her knees, but obeyed, and faced me.
“Spread your knees and show me the mess I made.”
My cock was still rock hard as it jutted up, sticky with our joint releases.
Her eyes dipped down to my cock and then her fingers slowly moved down her body, trailing over her cunt.
She pulled up the remnants of my release and then licked it from her fingers.
“Good, obedient wife,” I rumbled, watching as she did it again, her eyes trained on my cock.
“Lay down, Pen. I need you to clean my cock.”
She did as I said, lying down on her back, close to the edge of the mattress. I moved, standing off to the side, and approached her. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but they moved to me as I came into view.
Her mouth opened, and her fingers sank back into her cunt.
I held my cock as I gently guided it into her mouth. “Clean it with your tongue, get every drop.”
She gagged around my length and the awkward angle, but as I slid further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her gags turned into moans.
I slid my length in and out of her tight seal over my cock, since she couldn’t move her head and then after the fourth or fifth stroke, my abs clenched tightly.
I didn’t warn her as I came, I stood too close, she couldn’t pull away, and even as she gagged and choked, I kept my length pushed in her mouth, forcing my release down her throat.
“That’s it, every fucking drop.” Her nostrils flared as she breathed evenly, I watched as her throat moved, swallowing my release. She was so beautiful, so fucking stunning that it nearly robbed me of breath.
Ever so slowly, I pulled out, seeing threads of saliva cling to her mouth and the edges of her lips.
“You okay?” I rasped, catching my breath.
Her smile was infectious.
“More than okay. You can’t back out of this now. I’m officially your wife, Jameson King.”
I laughed and helped her up.
She was on her way to the bathroom when I stopped her with a confession. Her back was to me, and my face down, but it spilled out just the same.
“You wanted to know why I didn’t fight for you.”
She slowly turned on her toe.
“You were this beautiful dream that just walked into my life when I was thirteen, too young to know what to do with it. You were as out of reach to me as the stars. I’d watch you and you were imprinted in my mind, running through it at night, claiming every waking moment in the morning.
I’d see you in school and I’d miss what the assignment was, or what the club had asked me to do.
You were always watching me, and I could feel this pull between us, and I knew…
I knew if I gave in to it, then you’d become part of the club.
You’d lose that star lust in your eyes, that wonder that made them sparkle.
You’d dim, and I couldn’t live in a world where you were any less bright.
So I backed off, and watched you from the shadows. ”
Her eyes seemed to glisten as I spoke.
“You stole my first kiss.” Her lips barely moved on a whisper.
“That was inevitable. I wanted you to remember me.”
A tear gleamed in her eye as she gave me a half smile. “But refused my virginity.”
“Would never have let you go if I took it. If I touched you, had you like that…there’s no way I’d ever let you go.”
“And now that you’ve had me?” Her hands came to my chest, hovering over the feathers branded into my skin.
“Now, no one else ever will.”
“This is too much, Jamie.” Pen wrapped her hand around my bicep, leaning into me.
I handed the ticket off to the clerk. “You won’t be able to deliver this, so I’d like to take it with me.”
The man looked confused then dropped his gaze to my cut and he seemed to understand.
Pen was wearing hers over her sweater, with some jeans and boots. She looked hot as fuck, and it was difficult not to suggest we pull the truck over several times throughout the day to fuck her.
“You want the crib, the basinet, the bouncer, the swing, the highchair and the changing table all loaded into the back of your truck?”
I nodded.
“You said it was all in stock, should be simple enough.”
He blushed. “It’s just…I’m the only person here, so this could take a few days to get prepped.”
“How about we return tomorrow, and I’ll bring the man power to load it all up?”
The clerk nodded, his pale, thin face smeared with blotchy facial hair.
Penelope tugged my bicep again, and I looked over realizing her face was pink too.
“Jamie, this is—”
I pulled her hand up and kissed her wedding ring. “It’s nothing, and Connor needs it.”
“But…”