Chapter 36 #2
In two strides I catch her by the waist, spinning her back into me. She gasps, laughter bubbling, cut off when my mouth crashes against hers.
“You think you get to walk away after that?” I growl against her lips.
Her pupils dilate. “Jase—”
“No,” I rasp, backing her toward the couch, my hands already roaming over the lace still clinging to her. “Mine.”
Her knees hit the cushions, and I follow her down, tearing the straps from her shoulders, scattering black lace like ash from the fire on the floor. My mouth consumes her, biting, kissing, tasting every inch she’s teased me with, swallowing every delicious sound she makes.
“You don’t get to tempt me,” I mutter against her throat, “and think I won’t take you apart.”
“Then do it,” she breathes heavily, her eyes dark and daring.
I sit and pull her over to straddle me, her hair falling around her shoulders, her eyes glinting like she’s dying to make me beg.
“Show me how much you want me,” she whispers, fingers threading through my hair.
“Can you blame me for wanting perfection?”
Her lips curve into a devastatingly beautiful smile. “No. But if you want me this badly…” She drops feather-light kisses on the corner of my mouth. “Maybe you should let me take care of you some more.”
Monroe isn’t shy, but something about when she looks at me like this, all sultry confidence like she knows she has me wrapped around her finger, it’s enough to steal the ground out from under me.
“You drive me insane,” I mutter, my hands already gripping her hips.
“Good,” she breathes, sliding down off my lap onto her knees again.
Heat shoots straight through me as she licks me, but I don’t think I can take her mouth on me again. I want to come inside her. I’m already so close coming apart again, my breathing turns rough, my muscles taut.
“Baby…” My voice cracks, desperate now. “Fuck, baby.”
She hums, sending a shiver down my spine, and it is all over. Heat, need, and love crash through me like torrent waves threatening to drown me.
Her lips are swollen, her eyes molten lava and full of heat. I kiss her like I’ll never survive if I don’t. Like she’s the only thing I need to live. The air I need to breathe.
Something in me snaps. I catch her hips in my hands and flip her gently onto her back on the couch, drawing a startled gasp from her lips.
Her hair spills like silk across the cushions, her eyes wide and dark and hazy with want.
And her tits. Fuck, those fucking tits are my favorite thing in the world.
“My turn,” I murmur, voice low and dangerous as I take one breast into my mouth, careful not to hurt her as I lean over her.
A shiver runs through her. “Jase, please.”
“You drive me crazy,” I say once more, dragging my mouth up the column of her throat. “You spend every second making me lose my mind, and then you look at me like you don’t know exactly what you do to me.”
Her breath hitches as I kiss lower, teeth grazing her chest enough to make her arch her back into me.
“Let me remind you,” I growl into her skin, still dazed and wrecked as I drop to my knees before her.
I take my time as I tug her lace thong off.
My mouth lingers on her thighs, slow and relentless, my palms holding her open as I taste her like I’ve been starving.
I move slowly at first, kissing her, then go deep and deliberate as my tongue licks through her.
My teeth tug at her clit, loving the cries of pleasure that leave her lips as my fingers enter her, curving to hit the spot that will make her come apart.
She writhes beneath my touch, clutching the cushions, her voice breaking as my name spills from her lips again and again, until she shatters, coming undone for me.
Her body's still trembling, pussy clenching my fingers as I lean over her, sliding my cock through her arousal until I’m fully coated in her.
I drive into her until her back arches off the couch, her nails digging into my shoulders, urging me to go faster, harder, deeper, like she’s begging me to etch my name into her bones.
Every thrust elicits a wild cry from her lips, every gasp of my name pushing me closer to the edge until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
“Jase, oh God,” she murmurs my name, and it sound so fucking hot coming from her lips.
I can’t take how fucking good she feels, her tight pussy wrapping around my cock. “Beg me for it. Beg me to break you, beg me to stitch you back together, beg me to make you come.”
She cups my face in her hands as she looks into my eyes. “Jase, please. I’ve felt so empty for so long. Never loved, never able to give it in return. I’m broken, but I need you to break me and then piece me back together. Maybe then I’ll feel alive.”
My cock twitches as she confesses a truth I never thought she’d give me. She sounds so vulnerable, so raw, and yet still aching for my trust. “Beg me for it, baby.”
“I’m begging, please, Jase. I need you to break me to make me feel.”
I let out a feral groan. I don't even recognize myself, but I’m so incredibly gone for this woman. Everything about her has become my obsession, but the feel of her wrapped around me is unlike anything I could have ever imagined.
“Goddammit, Moonshine, I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
“Aaah, yes. Say it again, please,” she begs, and it sounds like music to my ears. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her.
“You feel so fucking perfect I’m never going to forget this feeling of you taking me like such a good fucking girl.
You dropped to your knees for me and sucked me off like you were meant to do so.
And now you take me like it’s your fucking birthright.
” I lean forward and kiss her as I relentlessly pound into her, tugging her bottom lip and biting down hard, forcing a small whimper to leave her. “I’m going to ruin you.”
“Don’t stop, Jase. Oh, fuck, right there.”
Her hands find my back, nails digging into my skin, making their mark on me as she arches back slightly, giving me the perfect angle to hit her just right. “Say it,” I groan, my forehead pressing to hers. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Moving my mouth to her breasts, I suck each one until she’s panting, so close to another mind-numbing orgasm. She’s so responsive, but maybe it’s just my touch that drives her wild.
“My wild girl, say it.”
“You,” she cries out, just as she’s about to come, but I don’t let her. With my hands on her waist, I pull her over me, watching as she sinks down onto me, one inch at a time. It’s painfully erotic and has me so close to coming alongside her.
“Jase, that feels…” Her words die on her lips as she rocks herself on me. Every cell in me is alive, electricity buzzing through me like never before as the feel of her pussy around my cock drives me just as wild.
I move my hips up to meet her, thrusting deeply into her as she moans and shudders on me.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on me, Moonshine. Take all of me. Take what you need from me. I’m all yours.”
Her eyes close as she throws her head back, but my right hand grips her hair and brings her attention back down to me. “Look at me, Moonshine. I need your eyes on me as you fall apart, and come around my cock.” Her entire world shatters around me, trembling as her orgasm barrels through her.
“Always you,” she cries out as her pussy tightens, gripping me with a force that has me coming right alongside her. Her eyes are glued to mine, dark and hazy, full of the desire she feels for me, and I know mine reflects everything all at once.
“Come with me, Jase,” she pleads. “Come inside me, baby.”
I follow her over the edge, my name still tangled on her tongue, her entire being coming apart in her arms. She lay beneath me, skin glowing, lips swollen, her smile soft and dazed.
“That was…” She’s fucking speechless, and it makes me smile wide. She immediately catches on to my smug attitude and leans in to kiss me, tugging my bottom lip and sinking her teeth into me. “You’re out of your mind,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Only for you,” I say, as I drive my tongue into hers, tasting everything we’ve done tonight, and kissing her like it’s the only thing I’ll ever be good at.
I carry her to our room, lying her down on the bed and loving the way my woman looks sprawled out on the mattress for me.
My hands map her bare skin, lingering on every place that makes her writhe, every soft piece of ink that paints a beautifully imperfect picture of who she is.
Every soft curve that belongs only to me.
“You’re mine, Monroe Bishop,” I say, kneeling between her legs and spreading her wide for me. “Every inch. Every sound you make, I want all of it.”
She whimpers, already aching for me again, and I smile darkly. I'll never tire of this.
I prop a pillow under her back for comfort but also to angle her better to take my tongue.
I lick slowly between her legs, careful not to hurt her swollen pussy covered in our arousal.
She’s pink and perfect, completely bare except for a small trimmed patch in the shape of a triangle I run my teeth over.
“I’m going to take my time, and give this sweet little pussy all the attention it fucking deserves. You’re too perfect, Monroe. Everything about you drives me wild, and I’m going to show you just how much.”
Laughing softly, she whispers defiantly. “I don't think I can come again.” Her eyes meet mine in a teasing challenge.
“Baby, that sounds like a challenge. Saddle up, cowgirl, you're about to take my tongue for a ride.” She lets out a hurried moan as my tongue drives into her. Her back arches, hips desperately pushing against my face for more while she rides my tongue. Fuck, that’s my wild girl.
I suck her clit into my mouth and revel in the way she moves. She’s desperate for the tiniest bit of friction as I lap up every drop of her sweet arousal, like a starved wild animal.
“Yes, I’m so close. Fuck, how am I so close again?”
This is all new to me too. I’ve never made a woman come this many times in one night. I’ve never wanted to, but with Monroe, it’s my favorite thing to watch her come apart. To taste her as she comes for me and only me.
I pull her in closer to the edge of the bed as her hands move to my hair, tugging as the stubble on my chin grazes the inside of her thighs, which are already raw and red. I fuck her with my tongue, my fingers pressing against her clit until she’s screaming my name and coming on my tongue again.
Her thighs squeeze around my head, but I don’t stop licking her as her orgasm subsides. I’m so close to coming again, I can feel my cock throbbing, but this is all about her. To prove to her how much she means to me. How she belongs to me.
The taste of her lingers on my lips as I crawl up beside her, loving the way she curls into me, her head resting across my chest. Our legs are tangled together, her hair damp against my skin as her breathing slows to a steady rhythm.
Her fingers still trace idle patterns over my stomach like she can’t stop touching me, and I can’t stop touching her either.
My hand drifts lazily up and down her spine, memorizing every soft curve, loving the shiver I draw out of her when I brush the small of her back. She tilts her head back to look at me, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “You’re oddly quiet now.”
“I’m trying not to ruin the moment,” I admit, not wanting to drive her away like last time. “I can see the wheels turning in your head, and I don't want to say something that might make you run.”
She laughs under her breath, but it’s not full. There’s a sense of worry because she knows I’m right. So instead I say the one thing I know might calm the rampant thoughts in her mind.
Pulling her chin up to meet mine, I look into her eyes and whisper against her lips. “I love you,” I say, with no hesitation or fear. “More than I know how to say.”
Her eyes soften, tears welling in them as she bites her lip. “I know.”
I glance down, my hand sliding over the curve of her belly. “I love you both. So much it scares the hell out of me.”
She threads her fingers through mine over her belly, and I can see the emotion and love she has for me written on her face.
Even though she hasn’t said it to me, she told my mama she loved me, and I know it wasn’t just for show or to prove a point.
She meant it, and I’m okay knowing and waiting until she’s ready to say it to me.
I kiss the top of her head, breathing her in, and for a second I can’t believe this is real. This woman, who once swore she’d never fall for me, is now wrapped around me like next to me is where she belongs.
“I used to think we’d never get here,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion.
“We almost didn’t,” I admit. “But we did. We fought for this.” Her lips brush against mine in the softest kiss, then she curls in closer, tucking her head under my chin. I hold her while she drifts off, my heart complete for the first time in years, because this isn’t just a game anymore.
It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt.