Chapter 30 #3
I shake my head at Jett, in awe of the way he’s moved on from the insanity still recovering inside the private dining room, just ready to take pictures with his best girl.
He wraps an arm around me and I forget all about the private room fiasco, the rude fan comments, everything.
He hugs a few fans while cameras start snapping.
He pulls me in for a red-carpet pose, then kisses me on the cheek.
Now we’re doing devil horns with tongues out.
Finally, Jett does a little bow, and I do a little curtsey, praying my thighs aren’t glistening in the photos before hopping into the car.
As soon as the door closes and the driver puts his foot on the gas, Jett’s hands are sliding up my thighs. He kneels on the floor as soon as my ass hits the leather seat.
“Jesus Christ, what a good, good girl, Baby, you did exactly what I asked. You never even flinched. Did you think about me every time you felt me dripping out of you?”
I mean, there’s rarely a time I’m not thinking about Jett, let’s be real. I have thought of very little else the last two weeks, and there’s no sign of that changing anytime soon. “Yes.”
“Even when you pulled that stunt with the cough? Baby! The fuck, how did you come up with that?”
“Of course, I was thinking about you; that was the point, proving he would never satisfy a woman the way you can. I think you’re right. I think it was Cherry who came over me and told me to stomp on his hands and cough.”
“Well, he needed that rubbed in his face. I just didn’t expect you to go so literal with it.
Was the hottest fucking cunt move I’ve ever seen, darling.
If I ever piss you off, you can do that to me next.
Step on me with those Docs, spit on me, I don’t care!
” I laugh but soon stop as Jett parts my knees, pushing my skirt back up my hips. “What a beautiful mess I’ve made.”
Jett makes his big tongue flat and mops up the mess like he’s a Swiffer WetJETT. I nearly snort. If there was ever a sex robot created in the style of my boyfriend, that would be the perfect name. And fuck if those wouldn’t sell in record numbers.
“It’s a beautiful mess because you’re fucking beautiful, sir.” I’m not lying, Jett is so beautiful I wanna cry. The fact that I settled for that pathetic dick back there for two years when I could’ve had Jett really doesn’t sit well … but what can I do?
Jett growls, “Good girl,” straight into my cunt, and my hips buck off the leather seat. Suddenly, he’s eating me out like a man possessed, and jolts of pleasure strike me as he fucks me with his tongue and then devours my clit until I’m almost screaming.
Jett’s hand slides up my body and lands on my throat. “Mine,” he proclaims into my pussy, and I moan, flashing him the bracelet to confirm.
He pulls his head back, looking up at me through those lashes that appear to be an inch long with whatever that makeup sorceress did to his eyes.
“My girl, my quiet little love. No screaming. It will scare the driver.” I nod, but he doesn’t believe me.
“Would it help to use my fingers since your pretty gag is back at the hotel? I don’t care how hard you bite, Baby. ”
I nod desperately, and his tongue is back where I need it, flicking too fast for my brain to form any thoughts except grab two of his fingers and get ready to bite.
I grasp them to my lips like a lifeline while Jett chuckles darkly into my cunt.
It’s so hot I buck my hips, and the guttural noise I make forces Jett to slide his fingers right into my mouth, clamping his palm around my lips.
I bite his name into his fingers as the back of my head falls against the seat, and white hot pleasure blurs out my vision.
I feel and hear what can only be described as a gush, convulsing as Jett moans into me until my feeble attempt to push his head away works enough to look down and see what I’ve done to this boy.
His face is completely soaked from the bridge of his nose down, his collar, and basically the top half of his button-up, by me.
His soaked face grins like he’s a kid in a candy store, with no budget.
He groans, “Gah! I fuckin’ love you, Mads.
I think you’ve officially made this the best night of my life, what with hypnotising you in the front row, the face punching, hand stomping, and cum coughing and now, squirting all over me?
Claiming me as yours like that? I don’t deserve all this.
It’s not my birthday, yet!” His giddy, glistening face makes me fall harder, if that was even possible. “Baby, can you talk?”
I can’t honestly, so I blink twice and point to my cherry purse. He opens it and takes out two glucose tabs with a raised brow, and I nod. He feeds them to me with sweet reassurances.
“You are so perfect, you are so fucking strong, Baby. You know, that makes it even more fun to take care of you. That’s Daddy’s very good girl, Mads. Want me to tuck you into that enormous hotel bed and feed you and fuck you where you’ve got that little gem for me?”
“Mmm, mmhmm!” I vocalize around a mouthful of sugar dust.
He laughs and licks me clean again. Jett taps on the gem, and it sends me into aftershocks. Best night indeed.