Chapter ThirtyOne
Telling Evelyn how I felt didn’t feel like a mistake the second my hands delved into her curls, and my lips melted against hers like they were made to fit.
She reared back, lips swollen and eyes heavy. “I love you.”
Her face fit perfectly in my palms. “T’aimer sera ma mort, ma douceur.”
Her hands slid up my shirt, nails scraping along my flesh. She made quick work undoing my belt and unbuttoning my trousers while I removed her top—my top.
Fuck, she looked divine wearing my clothes.
My cock throbbed at the sight of her blush-pink budding nipples and the second I spotted those damn cycling shorts beneath her pajama bottoms, I was undone.
Putain de Jésus, I didn’t deserve this woman.
Her fingertips hovered over my erection. I grabbed her wrist, relishing the feel of her pulse thrumming in my grip.
“I didn’t say you could touch me yet,” I said, taking one of her nipples between my fingers. “I want you to take those damner shorts off and sit on the edge of the table.”
Heat flushed her cheeks. Her tongue slid across her bottom lip while she stripped out of her remaining clothes painfully slowly.
It was the best type of torture watching her.
Her thighs pressed firmly together. The faint scent of her readiness slamming into my chest was nearly enough to drop me to my knees and bury my face into her.
The memory of how good she tasted on my tongue thrummed straight into my heavy cock.
I was hooked on the taste of her like an addict.
“I told you to go to the table.” I pinched her nipple when she remained standing, delighting at the way her back arched into my touch. “If I have to tell you again, I’ll take my belt and leave marks on your magnifique ass until you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”
Hunger sparked in her green eyes. A smirk tugged on her lips before she sauntered over to the table, her hips swaying, bouncing her ass cheeks with each step.
She was a temptress. My temptress.
Fucking hell, she was going to be the death of me.
Leaving my trousers and underwear behind, I followed her while memorizing every inch of her nude body.
Placing my hands on her waist, I turned her and bent her flat over the wooden surface.
“Look at you.” I ran a single finger down her slit. “You’re so wet for me, ma douceur.”
My fingers circled her entrance before withdrawing and ever-so-gently stroking her clit. “You should see yourself right now, how good you look like this.” She shuddered on the table. Her wetness slid down my fingers. It took everything not to bring them to my own mouth. Anything to just taste her again. Instead, I leaned over and placed my fingers on her lips.
“Be a good girl.” I stroked her bottom lip. “Open up.”
My fingers, slick with her need, slipped in and met her tongue. She didn’t miss a beat. Her lips clamped around my fingers greedily. Her tongue swirled and her mouth sucked, tasting her own juices and groaning as she lapped up every last drop.
I nearly shot my load onto her back.
Using two fingers, I rubbed her swollen clit, delighting in the grunting sounds she made as she kept her mouth around me. “That’s it. Pretend like you’re sucking my cock.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Please.”
“Is that what you want, hm?” I pushed my fingers further into her mouth, the gurgle of a gag mixed with an agreeing hum was my new favorite sound. “You want me to fill every single one of your greedy holes?”
“Yes,” she gasped around my fingers. “Yes, do it. Fill me.”
“You’ll have to do better than that.” I ran my nose along the shell of her ear. “Beg me.”
“Fuccck.” She wiggled as the pad of my thumb eased into her. “Jaxon, please fill me. All of me! For the love of god, fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me and make me yours.”
I was wrong.
That was my new favorite sound.
Grabbing her hips, I lifted her and brought her firmly down on my cock. Tight wetness engulfed me. Shooting stars—non, the whole fucking galaxy took hold of my sight.
She felt unbelievable.
I would never get used to how downright perfect she felt around me.
“You’re perfect.” I gave her a moment to adjust to me. “God, you take me so well, ma douceur.”
Her little whimpers and moans drew my balls in tight as she swiveled her hips until she was comfortable. Using one hand on her hip, the other locked around her slender throat. Fingers pressing softly into the sides of her neck, I found the spots that made her grind her ass back against me.
“Touch yourself,” I growled in her ear. “Use your hand to rub your needy clit, but do not come. Not until I tell you, do you understand?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“Such a good girl. My good girl.”
I reared my hips back and slammed back into her. Her nails scratched into the wooden table. The marks they left behind lit a fire within me. I wanted her to leave her mark everywhere.
Everywhere in the house.
On my body.
In my soul.
She rubbed her clit greedily, her thighs trembling and her moans quickening. She was close. Her cunt tightened around me. My fingers pressed harder into her neck, enticing her to come.
“Stop,” I commanded suddenly.
She did with a strangled cry, like the perfect woman she was. “No, please… please, I’m so fucking close.”
“I know you are, Evelyn, but I didn’t tell you could yet.”
“Let me come on your thick cock.” She slammed her hips back. “I want you to feel me come.”
I didn’t bother biting back the groan resonating in my throat. The way her apple-ass pressed back into me, cementing our bodies together—it was too perfect.
We were perfect together, fitting into one another, needing each other like the moon needed the sun.
I needed her.
I wanted her.
I loved her.
She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me with those sinful eyes. My hand around her throat, her swollen, parted lips, and a lusty haze—I’d never be able to deny her anything in this life or the next.
“Let me come.”
“Do it.”
A smile took place as she slipped her hand back between her thighs. Her body tensed, her cunt wrapping tightly around my cock that it was by some miracle I didn’t fill her with every last drop.
The thought of her walking around with me dripping out of her, staining her thighs and underwear, it was maddening.
I wanted nothing more in the world.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she shattered. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath me, her orgasm rolling through her like a tsunami.
It was a sight to behold.
Letting go of her throat, both my hands explored her back. Running over each freckle, absorbing how her body shuddered at my touch, physically shaking as the orgasm refused to let go. I held onto her hips as I pulled her back all the way onto my cock. Thrust after thrust. Flesh slapping on flesh. Her wetness coated my cock and dripped down my thighs.
“Jaxon,” she breathed. “Come inside me. I want to feel it dripping out of me.”
That was all it took.
I came harder than I thought humanly possible.
The blood rushed from my head, black spots seizing my vision, as I filled her deeply with every last drop.
I’d never come so fucking hard before in my life.
Thick droplets of cum seeped out of her cunt, trailing down the insides of her thighs and onto the floor with my final weak thrusts.
Detaching myself from within her, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her. She said nothing, simply putting her arms around my neck, as I carried her to my bedroom.
Lying in bed, I held her, soaking in the rise and fall of her chest. We didn’t say anything, with only our breaths filling the silence of the room.
Her sweet scent easing the unspoken battle forging in my mind.
My emotions never got the best of me.
I never acted without thought or reason. Every decision was calculated before action. Marrying her wasn’t my idea, but I went along with it because the gain outweighed the risk.
I was a man who never listened to the desires and whims of his heart.
But when it came to her, nothing made sense anymore.
I was falling deeper in love with Evelyn the longer we spent together, and I feared that her love for me wouldn’t be enough to allow her to forgive me when the truth broke free.
My head and heart were at war as I held her, but I decided for the rest of the night to let my heart take control.