Chapter 10 Jack
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Jack
Ialmost lost my shit when I realized Elsa and Ember had switched dresses and were pretending to be each other. The sight of Riker’s hands and lips on Elsa’s body sent me into a crazed frenzy.
How in the world had Trace agreed to the plan, allowing Riker to touch his woman so intimately?
“Y-you called me, Elsa.” Elsa looks at me, her big blue eyes filled with tears.
“Of course I called you Elsa, that’s your name, isn’t it, Princess?”
Her hand flies to her mouth as a gasp escapes her lips, “You know who I am and what we did.” It’s not a question, but a statement.
“Do you really think I wouldn’t know the real name of the woman I love?”
“You love me? But we barely know eachother.”
“I know enough to know the woman I made love to that night is the woman standing in front of me, the woman I plan to marry.”
“Oh, Jack, I love you, too.” She throws her arms around my neck, and her lips crash onto mine, and it feels like home.
“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you make a scene.” Riker’s playful comment snaps me back to reality, and I break the kiss.
“We have to check on Ember and Hollander.”
“No need. Everyone is just fine.” Trace steps in front of me, with Ember tucked close to his side.
“We caught those two thugs who tried to attack Ember in Valor Springs. They were snooping around the ball. Hollander has them detained, and we’re just waiting for the police to arrive.
But Ember and Elsa’s parents are nowhere to be found. ”
“It’s just as well. The authorities will catch them soon enough. I suppose we should all make a statement to the police.” I say, tucking Elsa against my side.
“Actually, we got this,” Trace says, nodding to Riker, then looking back at me. “Why don’t you and Elsa go up to your room and get reacquainted?”
“I couldn’t think of a better plan.” I lift Elsa into my arms and carry her out of the ballroom bridal style, not caring what anyone thinks. She’s mine, and I want the whole world to know.
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Having Elsa naked in my arms again is more than I ever thought I deserved. “Are you ready for me, Elsa?”
She caresses my cheek with a soft smile, “I’ll always be ready for you.” I push forward, inching my cock into her tight, wet hole. It feels just as good as that first night, if not better. Willing myself to take things slow, I pause to let her get used to me again. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want you to get used to my size again. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to be inside of me again for what feels like forever.” She tightens her inner muscles, squeezing my cock so tight I almost see stars. “Don’t make me wait any longer.” She relaxes her muscles, then squeezes again until I have no choice but to fully sink into her body.
“Damn, Elsa. Are you ever going to let me take you slow?”
“Say it again.”
“What? Damn?” I tease, knowing exactly what she wants to hear.
She shakes her head, “Say my name.”
“Elsa. My Elsa”