Chapter 4 Jonas #2
The thrill of feeling her on top of me shot through me.
My toes curled, and my thighs tensed when Kitty started to grind her bare pussy against my bare dick.
The heat of her skin and the moisture of her body while still having her taste on my tongue made my head swim.
It felt too damn good. The fucker between my legs was foaming at the mouth to get inside of her more than I wanted to breathe.
We had reached the point of no return.
Our gazes caught, and both our chests brushed against one another.
She was so fucking warm to the touch. So damn soft my hands ached to grip her to hold on to her with both arms to make sure I didn’t somehow fuck things up and let her slip between my fingers.
The fuck you will, the monster inside of me growled ferociously. She’s ours forever.
“Take me in your hand and guide me into your pretty, little hole, baby,” I rasped, and she licked her lips.
I felt the loss of her hand on my shoulder but was quickly rewarded with her holding me, doing as I told her and lining the tip of my crown up with her dewy wet hole.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “You feel good.” She breathed, biting down on her bottom lip.
My hand tightened its grip on her hip, moving it around to get a good hold of her ass check.
“You feel better,” she volleyed, and I took a deep breath. The urge to thrust up and shove my cock balls deep mounted to unfathomable heights.
“I’d beg to differ,” I clipped, hissing through my teeth as she rubbed the overly sensitive tip against her clit. “You’re going to take me nice and slow. Is that understood?” I demanded, not missing the way that pink tinge spread down her neck, splotching her skin.
“What if I want it hard and fast?” My kitten had claws and the sexiest attitude I had ever come across. But right now, she was going to listen, or else she would end up on my lap, ass up with my handprint burning her pretty cheeks.
“We’ll get there. But this first time…” I swallowed, my tongue too big for my mouth. First of many. “We’re going to go nice and slow.”
“But—“
“Uh-uh.” I gripped the bottom her chin, keeping here eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to be my good girl and listen.” Kitty’s lips parted, and her breathing shallowed. “You’re not going to take more than you can. I’m a big guy, and you’re fucking little—“
“Little?” She pouted, and I wanted to fucking lean in and kiss those swollen lips until she couldn’t breathe.
“Tiny,” I corrected. “We’re going to stretch you nice and slow with just the tip because there is no way I’m going to hurt my pretty, little pussy.”
“Your…” She blushed, but it was the way her eyes darkened with excitement that showed me just how much she liked my dirty mouth. “Your pussy?”
“My pussy. This,”—my hand on her hip moved between us to brush her clit, and her head tipped back slightly—“this little pussy is mine now. Only mine, and I don’t share.” She swallowed, and I could see something in her gaze spark.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking it up and down with a firm grip that had my eyes about to cross.
“What about this?” she asked. “Is this all mine?” she challenged, and I fucking loved it.
“Because just so you know…” Her breath hitched.
My thumb started to rub little circles around her swollen bud.
“I was an only child and never learned to share.”
“Oh, Katarina, you never have to share me. I’m all yours. This cock is only yours. Has been since I saw you that first night,” I shared. She nodded, trust and faith shining in her gaze.
When she let go of my dick, my hand moved back to her hip. “Nice and slow,” I hoarsely ordered, and she nodded.
She slowly dropped down, the tip of my dick gently nudging at her entrance before she rose and dropped back down, this time pushing a little more. Back and forth we went, but for a long while, my girl only took the tip of my thick cock.
Over and over. Slowly driving the two of us mad until we were both slick with sweat and yearning for so much more.
Kitty moved to the soft, steady beat of the sultry music that was playing.
Not that I could tell you the song or artist, because the only thing I could make out was the sounds she made as she took me.
Little by little, until she had worked me completely into her pussy.
The warm wetness of her tight little kitty gripped my cock like a fucking glove. Her velvety heat had me ready to embarrass myself. I was fucking her bare. I had lost my mind and hadn’t put on a condom, but fuck if that only made me throb harder. My balls tightened.
“Jonas,” she whimpered.
“I got you, kitten,” I promised. “There you go. Look at you.” I glanced down between us. The sight was fucking beautiful and obscene. The beast in me wanted to take a fucking picture of my thick cock stuffing her little pussy.
“Jonas,” she whimpered again.
“Look at you, kitten. Taking all of me like my good fucking girl.” Her pussy contracted around me at my praise. “So fucking tight,” I groaned.
My mouth crashed against hers.
My hands moved to squeeze her ass as she rode me nice and slow like I’d told her to.
Minutes could have melted into hours in that moment as we got lost in one another.
Way too quickly, we started to burn as the speed picked up from both of us.
My hips worked upward, thrusting to meet her. Each time deeper. Wetter.
“Ride me harder, Kitty, give it to me.”
“Jonas.”
“Come for me,” I gritted through my teeth as an all-familiar tingle started to burn at the base of my spine.
“I’m not sure I can,” she whimpered, and a wolfish grin covered my face.
“Oh, you can, baby girl. My woman can do anything,” I praised and meant it beyond shit we’d do behind closed doors.
“Jonas—“
“You think I don’t see who you are?” I grunted, my hands holding her tighter. “What you’re capable of?”
“Oh god.” Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders.
“My beautiful girl. You’re more than you think you are.
” That blush I’d fallen in love with deepened, and her eyes widened for a moment, but what my woman never did was stop moving.
She rode me like our lives depended on me.
“Designing shoes. Making pretty, sexy things for her and her friends with her own two talented hands,” I praised, letting her know I knew.
She didn’t just find things like she told her friends. She created unique pieces. And fuck me, she was talented.
This wasn’t some kind of blind obsession only because she was fucking stunningly beautiful. No. It went farther than that. Ran deeper. Quietly watching her. Studying her. Possessive and obsessed, I couldn’t tear my attention from her in the moments she thought she was all alone.
I knew all about how passionate my talented woman was. If she wanted to, I would hand over every last penny for her to create a fucking lingerie empire if she wanted.
“How did—“ she gasped, tightening around me. “How did yo-you know?”
“I know you. Fuck, Kitty Ortega, I love you.” The words tumbled out of me without reservation or regret.
“I love you,” she whimpered. Those three little words broke something in me, changing the way my brain worked from there on out.
I stood up, taking her with me, still connected, and her eyes widened. Never slipping out of her, I pinned her against the wall and fucked her. Hard. Ruthless. Rough.
“Jonas!” she screamed out my name. Maybe I wouldn’t give a shit if anyone heard her crying out my name after all?
Letting those assholes out there know there would never be a chance for those horny lonely fuckers when it came to my woman.
I thrusted in and out, not stopping until she was crying out.
“Tell me again,” I demanded like an ass.
“I love you. I love you, Jonas Porter.”
“Good god,” I growled, resting my head in the crook of her neck. Jonas, the man, was no longer in charge.
The animal, the beast she’d brought to life was.
Fucking her, rutting into her like a brute, one who listened to her whimpers and cries and fed off what made her pretty, little pussy tighten and milk him. Before I knew it, we were there. Right on the ledge.
“Jonas! Jonas!”
“Kitty, baby—“ we cried at the same time, and with one hard thrust, we both came together. Never had I ever orgasmed simultaneously with a parter. But fuck me, anything I’d ever experienced before paled in comparison to what making love to Kitty Ortega was like.
My release flooded her pussy as it milked me, trying to suck out every fucking drop of my seed until it was dripping between us.
We were a sticky, sweaty mess, but fuck me, it was beautiful.
My knees buckled, and I fell forward, caging her curvy body against the wall.
But if it bothered her or was too much, she could have fooled me.
Kitty simply held me closer. Tighter. Wrapping her limbs around my body, her little hole quivering and still convulsing around me even as my cock started to feel a little overly sensitive.
“Kitty.” She stayed pressed against my face like she was hiding.
“Did you mean it?” she whispered, and I stilled. “Did you mean it?” she repeated a little louder. “Or was it us getting lost in the moment. Because if it was—“
“I meant it.” I pulled away to look into the deep brown eyes I knew were my whole entire life. “I love you, Kitty Ortega.” I kissed her. “I love everything about you, Katarina.” My lips touched hers again because I was a greedy motherfucker.
“Were you caught up in the moment?” I asked, and she shook her head, her answer silent but immediate and honest. “Good. Because you’re mine.”
“You’re a little bossier and more caveman-ish that I thought you were,” she teased, making my dick twitch.
“You have no idea.” I winked, and a soft laugh escaped from her. I carried her back to the couch, where we sat and rested, catching our breath before she sat up. I still hadn’t left her body. I wasn’t ready to.
“You came inside of me,” she pointed out softly, resting her head on my shoulder, squeezing her sugary walls around me, massaging me, keeping me from softening inside of her.
“You’re safe with me. I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too. And on the pill,” she shared, something I already knew, but I simply shrugged.
“Next time,” the words slipped past my lips, but I wasn’t going to act like I didn’t say them.
“Next time, what?” she asked.
“Next time, it’ll take.”
“Take?” she repeated, slightly confused, until something flashed in her eyes. “You want babies.”
“I want babies with you,” I answered.
“What if I don’t?” she asked. “I mean, what if I don’t want kids?”
“Then we can get a bunch of dogs or cats or goats.”
“Goats?” She giggled. I nodded, unable to look away. Blinking in her presence felt wrong, like missing anything would obliterate me.
“Cows?”
“I wouldn’t mind a couple of babies with you.” She sighed contently, unknowingly handing me a future I had no idea was possible.
“Yeah?’”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” I winked. “But there is no rush. We have a lot to do before that.” I settled against the couch, stroking the line of her spine, loving the quiet, calm moment.
“Like what?”
“Like my kitten needs to make a couple of her dreams come true.” This made her pull back, and that slightly familiar look of disbelief returned, but I didn’t take it personally. Soon enough, she would come to learn there was nothing we couldn’t have as long as we were together.
“Dreams?” She rolled her eyes, but I could see the hope reflected in her gaze.
“You gotta know something about me, Katarina. I don’t do anything I don’t want to. I don’t say anything I don’t mean. And there isn’t a fucking thing I don’t know about when it comes to you.”
“Jonas—“
“Just like I knew you liked to read, I know other things. Like how you make shoes. Incredible designs. And lingerie.” She chewed on her bottom lip.
“For strippers,” she said. I didn’t blink. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying downplay her dreams, her goals, her talent. And fuck that if she thought I would allow that.
“We both know just what a lucrative untapped market that is,” I said carefully. “Not to mention, there is nothing wrong with dancing. Everyone gets paid.”
“I don’t know about all that.” She shrugged. “I didn’t go to business school. I barely graduated high school.”
“Bullshit, kitten. Plenty of people didn’t even do that and were brilliant minds.”
“You think I have a brilliant mind?” Her vulnerability was crystal clear.
“I know you do.” I kissed her cheek.
“Honey, I think you see me through obsessed rose-colored glasses,” she sassed, and I found myself grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“Oh, kitten, you have no idea just how obsessed I am.” Before she could say another word, I kissed her. Deep and wet. We were both breathless by the time we pulled apart. My woman was trembling with need all over, and my cock was starting to harden inside of her again.
“Jonas, more,” she whimpered.
Like I’d said before, there wasn’t anything I’d never deny my girl. Ever.