Chapter 13
thirteen
Andrew
Jaclyn tastes like the sweetest honey with a touch of extra spice.
I’ve edged her so long she comes as soon as my tongue swipes over her clit.
As her thighs clench against me, I slide a finger into her tight pussy.
I’m going to be a snug fit. There’s no way to avoid some pain, but I’m hoping, if I can make her climax enough, it will make it easier for her to take my cock.
As I work my finger in and out, her cunt clenches firmly around my finger as she comes a second time. Her moans are music to my ears.
“That’s it, baby, come on my fingers.” Her muscles flutter as I slide a second finger in. Twisting and scissoring them to stretch her tight cunt. Knowing I’ll be the first and only man to ever fuck her has more precum leaking from my throbbing cock.
“Oh God, Andrew. I can’t—” she moans, bucking her hips against my hand.
“Are you using your safe word, Jaclyn? Do we need to take a break?” I ask, keeping my fingers buried inside her.
“No…” she whines.
“Good girl. Then you’ll take whatever I give you.
You’re mine to fuck and to breed. No one else will touch you, or I’ll end them.
” Curving my fingers, I rub against her G-spot, pulling her clit between my lips and sucking and licking until she screams my name.
Juices squirt from her pussy and leak over my hand.
“Fuck, Andrew…” she screams. Her pussy squeezes my fingers until they go numb, but I continue to thrust into her until she relaxes and sinks against the bed with a sigh.
After sliding my fingers out, I lick them clean.
Her smile takes my breath away. She looks thoroughly fucked, and I haven’t been inside her yet.
Her hair is falling free from the pins, white flowers mixing with the rose petals scattered over the bed; her pupils are huge, with only a slim, pale blue ring of color visible.
She’s covered in my marks, which are already turning purple.
Debauched. Mine. I’ve never been possessive, but with Jaclyn, I can’t hold back.
The need to claim her, breed her, is impossible for me to resist.
“You’re way too good at that.” Her voice is low, husky, and sexy as hell.
“I’m glad you approve, Sweetpea. But we’re not done yet.” The surprise on her face makes me chuckle.
“I don’t think I can come again.”
“Of course you can.” Admiring her curves, I lift myself over her, my hips settling between hers. My cock rubs through her soaked lips and against her clit, and she shudders. “Feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She reaches for me, pulling my head down for a kiss. Her taste is still on my tongue as I slide it into her mouth. Jaclyn’s fingers weave through my hair, tugging me closer and deepening our kiss. As I rock my hips against hers, my cock rubs along her lips, covering me in her juices.
“I need you, baby. This is going to hurt, but only for a moment. I promise you, it will feel good.” I’d like to take more time, to stretch her again, make it easier for her to take me, but the need to claim her and fill her so full of my come that it’s still dripping down her curvy thighs tomorrow is too much.
Pushing up, I grab my dick at the base and rub it against her a few more times, then line it up at her tight little pink pussy and bury myself deep inside her. Fuck. I’m in heaven. Her pussy fits me like it was made for me.
“Oh God, it hurts. You’re splitting me open. Take it out.”
“Just give it a minute, baby. It’ll get better, I promise.
” It’s pure torture to hold still as her pussy squeezes my cock.
Leaning closer, I kiss her, inhaling her pain.
I work one hand between us and rub her swollen clit.
After what feels like an eternity, she relaxes, and her hips grind against me.
She tries to push against me and says, “I need you to move.”
Thank God.
I pull out slowly, then push inside again—slowly—trying to ease inside and giving her a chance to adjust. As she stretches more, I thrust harder, deeper, adjusting my angle until I’m hitting the one spot inside her I know drives her crazy.
“Oh God, yes, just like that,” she moans.
With each thrust, I rub against her clit with the base of my cock, driving us both higher. I won’t last much longer, but she needs to come one more time.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand, reaching between us and pinching her clit. Her fingernails dig into my arms, marking me as surely as I’ve marked her, and her juices cover my cock, and she screams.
Her orgasm pulls me with her, and I thrust once again, my climax filling her up. “Mine,” I grunt as I pump until she’s milked me dry.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to lie on top of me, my cock still half-hard inside her. “Are you okay, little bit? Did I hurt you?” I was rougher than I planned, but I couldn’t help myself.
She leans up on her hand to meet my gaze. “I’m good, perfect, amazing… Holy shit, if I knew it would be like this, I would have done it years ago.”
“I’m glad you waited. That I’ll get all your firsts and be the only man to ever touch you and bring you pleasure.” It sounds smug to my own ears, but it’s the truth. “You’re mine, Jaclyn Gallant, until your last breath.”
“And you’re mine, Andrew Gallant.” She stretches up to kiss me, and my softened cock slides out, our come running out and onto me. I fight the urge to reach down and shove it back into her. Sure, Jaclyn’s on birth control, but I can hope it fails, and I just put a baby inside of her.
“I love you, Sweetpea.” I wish I could keep her just like this forever—sated, happy, and dripping with my come. The real world waits for no one, and there’s a good possibility that the feds will show up to question us tomorrow or soon.
Adrian promised to keep me updated on whatever Triston digs up on Mercier and whoever is behind it at Enki, Inc. For now, none of that matters. Today, I’ll take care of my wife in every way while keeping her sheltered in our own little love nest.
“Where did you go, Andrew? You look like you’re a million miles away,” she asks as she stares at me from on top of my chest.
I love the feel of her soft skin against mine.
She’s got curves in all the right places, my very own sex symbol.
Makes me wonder if she’d wear a dress like the pinup models did in the fifties.
With her dark hair and pale eyes, she’d look amazing in a red polka dot dress.
“Sorry, Sweetpea, I’m here with you, exactly where I want to be. ”
From the expression on her face, I know she doesn’t believe me. It’s a good thing I plan on sharing everything with her, just not today.
“Right. Hey, I was wondering, has anyone ever called you Drew?” She’s propped up on her elbow with her chin on her hand and watching me like I’m fascinating. I don’t complain about her pointy little elbow digging into my pec.
“Drew? A nickname? Not to my face.” I smirk. “My brothers have called me plenty of things, and I’m sure you’ll hear them soon enough, but not Drew. Why?”
“Hmm. Would it bother you if I did? You have all these names for me, then I’d have one for you, too.”
“You already have one for me—Daddy, remember?” I answer as I push the loose strands of her hair out of her face. We should take a shower, and I’ll help with the remaining pins in her hair.
Will I ever get tired of seeing her pink cheeks? Never. I hope I can always make her blush. It makes me want to beat my chest like Tarzan and scream, “Mine.”
“But I can’t call you that outside of here,” she pleads.
“Sure you can. None of my brothers would blink an eye.” I quirk an eyebrow at her. I am only teasing, though. I would love her to call me Daddy all the time, but Drew works just fine.
Jaclyn’s pouty face is pitiful, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Okay, little bit, you can call me Drew.”
“Yay! Thank you,” she hesitates for just a moment, “Daddy.”
Smirking, I smack her butt. One day soon, I’ll give her a proper spanking. I can’t wait to see my red handprint on her soft ass.
“Ouch, what was that for?” She reaches behind her to rub the sore spot. I barely patted her; she’s in for a rude awakening if she breaks my rules. Fuck. That reminds me, we haven’t discussed them yet.
“For being sassy. We’ll go over your rules later, but you don’t get to sass Daddy, or roll your eyes at me, and absolutely no lying. Three should be easy to remember. We’ll add to them later. Now, let’s get cleaned up.”
“I’m going on record as filing an objection against said rules, Daddy.” Then nods, like it’s a done deal.
I snort, then say, “Sorry, think of me like the Supreme Court—the ultimate authority. But go ahead, little bit, break the rules, and we’ll see how you like my punishments.”
“That’s not fair,” she grouses.
“Oh, baby, what made you think I’d play fair? Now, c’mon, let’s get cleaned up. You need to eat and drink.”
She rolls off me and stands up. I miss the connection instantly. I hop out of bed and scoop her into my arms, carrying her into the bathroom.
“Are you ever going to let me walk again?” With her arms around my neck, she gazes at my face, then kisses my cheek.
“I’ll think about it.” I chuckle as I regulate the temperature in the shower, then turn her around so I can pull the pins from her hair.
“Oh. My. God. Don’t look at me,” she squeaks. “Why didn’t you tell me what a mess I am?”
I look at our reflection in the mirror and only see how beautiful she is. Why can’t she see herself as I do? “Baby, you’re not a mess, just well-loved. I’ll do it again every chance I get, too.”
“You’re blind, Drew. My hair is all over the place. The flowers are crushed, and I look like a raccoon. I even used the waterproof stuff. Ugh. How is it possible you still look like a cover model?”