Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Itake a single step forward. The front of my body brushes up against hers. She wants me to fuck her, to show her that she’s mine, that she’s always been mine. Always will be mine, even if I can’t have her.
My hand wraps around the length of her hair, tugging, tilting her head back.
Her eyes stare up at me. Full of lust, desire, and need.
“You really want to do this, Jazzy? You want me to fuck you until you believe that you’re the only woman I’ll ever love?
You want me to make you scream so loud the sound will be embedded into the walls of this house? ”
“Yes,” she says.
I smile, not a warm, happy smile. No, it’s way more sinister. “You’re going to hate me afterwards,” I tell her.
“Impossible,” she says. “I could never hate you, Jake.”
“You should.” My lips are a breath away from hers.
“I should,” she agrees. “And a part of me does, but a bigger part of me will always love you.”
My fingers brush over her breasts, her nipples hard and her chest arching, pressing into my touch.
“If we do this, it’s not going to be gentle,” I warn her.
My cock is so fucking hard. I’ve fantasized about this woman for far too fucking long.
“Although it would be good to have new material.” I smirk.
“Jerking off to the memory of a sixteen-year-old you isn’t a good look for a man my age. ”
“You do not.” Her eyes widen.
I nod my head. “It’s your face I picture every single time. That perfect fucking mouth, the way it opened in a little O as you came for me. So damn pretty.”
“You really should update your material then. You’re way too old to be lusting after a sixteen-year-old girl.” She smiles as if she thinks I’m joking.
“Not a sixteen-year-old girl. You, Jazzy.” Every sexual fantasy I have involves her. The things I want to do with this woman are endless.
“What are you waiting for? You have me right here, Jake. Time to make those fantasies a reality,” she taunts.
“I’m waiting for you to come to your senses and tell me to stop, to get away from you,” I admit.
“Not going to happen. I want this, Jake.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, my lips crash onto hers. And just like two days ago, when I kissed her in that elevator, everything but Jazzy disappears from my mind.
Her lips are so soft, so full. I’d love to spread her out on a bed and take my time with her, but my cock has other ideas. I need to be inside her as soon as humanly possible. As my tongue pushes into her mouth and swirls around, my fingers find the clasp of her bra, snapping it undone.
Jazzy breaks away from my kiss and smiles. “One handed. I’m impressed.”
“I already told you we’re not sixteen-year-old virgins anymore, Jaz. I have skills now.” I chuckle.
Something crosses her face momentarily, and then, as if I imagined it, it’s gone.
I pull her bra straps down her arms and her breasts fall free. “Fucking perfect,” I hiss out.
Then I bend forward and take one of her pert nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hard bud. My hand cupping the other breast.
“Mmm, God!” Jazzy moans as I lavish each part of her chest with attention.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” I groan as my mouth latches on to the opposite nipple, my hands squeezing the flesh. “So fuckable.”
She has filled out so fucking perfectly. Her body was made for fucking, made for me.
Jazzy tugs on my hair, guiding my face back up to hers. Her mouth lands on mine in a frenzy. Her arms wrap around my neck.
Cupping her ass, I lift her off the ground, and her legs go around my waist. I turn and push her back into the wall, grinding my cock against her pussy. Groaning as pleasure sweeps over me. If I keep dry-humping her, I’m going to come embarrassingly early.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
Unwrapping her legs from mine, Jazzy reaches for the sides of her panties and slides them down her legs. “It’s not right that I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed,” she says.
I smirk, reach for the back of my shirt, and pull it over my head before tossing it to the side. “If you wanted me naked, you only had to ask.”
“I want you naked,” she says.
I slide my sweats down my legs, kicking them next to my shirt. My cock is hard, standing at attention.
“Holy shit,” Jazzy murmurs as her eyes drink me in. “What the hell, Jake?”
“What?” I look down at my cock. I’m hard but I’m sure she expected that. Felt that.
But then her fingers trace over my left pec, where her name is embedded in script. “Wh-when did you get this?”
“When I was eighteen.” I needed to keep her with me somehow. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
That’s a lie. The only thing I wanted more was her safety, her happiness. Which is why I’ve stayed away.
“Why would you do that?” she asks.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my best friend, Jaz, the only woman I’m ever going to love. I wanted to imprint you on my body, to match the imprint you have on my heart, on my soul,” I tell her.
“When did you become a Hallmark card?” She chuckles. “So sweet, Jake.”
My hand cups her bare pussy. “This is what’s sweet.” I move the topic back to why we’re both standing here completely naked. My fingers slide through her folds. “You’re so fucking wet,” I groan, pushing two fingers inside her.
The walls of her pussy clench and her hips jerk. “Shit.” Her hands land on my shoulders.
I pump my fingers in and out of her. Slowly, so fucking slowly. “I want you to come on my hand,” I tell her. “Are you going to come for me, Jazzy?” My mouth lands on her neck, alternating between licking, sucking, nibbling on the soft skin there.
“If you keep doing that, I will,” she moans, tilting her head to the side. Granting me full, unrestricted access to her skin.
When I feel the walls of her pussy start to convulse, I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive flesh.
My other hand wraps around her throat, and I lift my face to hers.
Watching. I want to see her face when she comes apart for me.
And Jazzy doesn’t disappoint. Her entire body stiffens as her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my fingers.
“So fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “You come so prettily, Jazzy.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing labored, and her pulse is beating rapidly beneath my fingertips. She smiles at me. “Thank you?”
I chuckle. “I could make you come all day long, just to see this look on you over and over again.”
“Okay, I could clear my calendar for that to happen.”
I pull my fingers from her opening, bring them to my mouth, and suck them clean. “So fucking sweet.”
Then I drag her over to the sofa, sit down, and pull her on top of me. Her legs settle on each side of my hips.
“I want you to ride me,” I tell her, and she doesn’t disappoint. Lining herself up with my cock, Jazzy slides down until she’s fully seated.
I can feel everything. So warm, soft, and wet. And then it hits me. Fuck. I freeze.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, noticing my sudden discomfort.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Do you have any diseases?”
“What? Fuck no. I wouldn’t be touching you if I did,” I tell her.
“Okay, well, do you want to stop?” Her pussy squeezes my dick.
“No, but I’m also not going to put you in that position, Jazzy.”
“In what position?”
“The one where you’re pregnant with the next Westmead heir,” I say.
Jazzy frowns. “Well, we can’t risk your royal bloodline being tarnished by a peasant, right?”
“No, I don’t want to risk your safety. I don’t want to put a target on your back. I happen to like you alive and well,” I tell her. “I love you, Jasmine.”
“Don’t worry. I’m on birth control.” She smiles and then lifts her hips so only the tip of my cock is left inside her before she sinks back down again.
A part of me hates that she’s on birth control.
I mean, it’s good. The last thing she needs is to be held back with my kid.
At the same time, I’d love to fucking see her knocked up.
The Westmead fortune is likely going to be passed down to my cousin’s kids, because I don’t plan on having any.
Unless it’s with Jazzy. And I can’t put her in that position.
All thoughts of that erase when Jazzy lifts and sinks back down on me a second time. My hands grab for her hips. I let her set the pace, because if it were me, I’d be fucking her like a starved fucking man who just got his first meal in over a decade.