CHAPTER THIRTY
TIFFANY
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There is no point denying it anymore. I’m head over heels in love with Jayden Rogers.
As he positions me on the bathroom counter and slides his thick, long cock inside me, I cling to his huge body. Unlike the rest of the night, this time he’s rougher.
“Keep looking at me like that, princess, and I might put a baby inside you.”
My ovaries literally come alive and do a dance. The flush of pleasure that rushes through me is all-encompassing.
“You like that?” Jayden grips my neck.
“Maybe...oh god, yes.” I arch as he presses on my clit.
“You want my cum filling you and making a child? To be my wife and fuck me every day?”
Yes, yes, yes.
I tighten my legs around him and try to lift and take more of him.
“Greedy girl.”
“Jayden,” I groan. “Please.”
“You’re so fucking drenched, your pussy is addicted to my cock.” He growls, and it’s so sexy I almost come there and then.
“God, Jayden, please.”
Rubbing harder on my click, I scream.
“That’s it, come around my shaft, good girl. Fuck, you take my cock so well.”
As he starts to thrust deeper, tears slide out of the corner of my eyes. He holds my neck a little tighter, and while it’s not painful, the pure masculinity of it has my body vibrating with arousal.
“You’re mine, Tiff.”
Slam.
“No one touches you from this point onward.”
Slam, slam.
“This pussy belongs to me.” His mouth crushes to mine; his kiss full of dominance as he bonds us.
I can’t explain it. Like his soul cages mine and throws away the key.
“You want to touch yourself from this day on, you ask permission.” Those stunning steel eyes of his roam mine while he continues to plow into me, and I hang on for dear life, hoping he destroys me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes...”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and an explosion happens within me as the words leave my mouth.
My neck arches, Jayden’s hand releases me and as my orgasm blasts through me, I feel his cock swell and his hot cum.
“Jay, oh my god.”
“Jesus fuck,” he cries, collapsing on the counter around me.
Then his strong arms lift me and carry me back to the bedroom, where we fall asleep for the rest of the night.
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IN THE MORNING, I feel a sense of trepidation when I open my eyes. Jayden is sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling under my palm. It’s the most peaceful I’ve ever seen him.
His dog tags lay across one pec like a medal.
He shared that he suffers from PTSD; now I understand that with his belief that I’d want a man with fame and money, a guy like him would run. I’m still angry he never talked to me before, but I can see how those things would disarm an alpha man like him.
I slowly run my fingers over his chest and arms, taking in the roped muscles.
God, he’s gorgeous.
Suddenly his hand snaps and grabs mine. I cry out in surprise, taking in the sleepy grin on his face, even as his eyes remain closed.
I start giggling, and he flips me over. “Good morning, princess.”
“Morning.” I feel a little shy, not entirely sure how this is going to go.
“Is this how our days are going to start for the rest of our lives?” Jayden asks. “You looking like you need my cock and me eager to give it to you?”
“No, some days I’ll get grumpy.” I shrug.
“I’ll fuck the grumpy out of you.”
“For someone who didn’t think I’d want him a day ago, you are very confident I’ll marry you.”
“You will.”
I chuckle because I like this confident man. Correction, I love him.
“You have to ask my father.”
“Fuck that, he will kill me. Have you seen the size of him?” Jayden shakes his head rapidly, and I laugh louder.
“You’re actually taller than him.” I slide my fingers over his lips, and he playfully snaps at them.
“Yeah?”
I nod.
“Well then I’ll tell him I’m marrying his daughter.”
“I can’t wait to see that.” I smile and wrap my arms around him. “Future husband.”
“Buck up, future wife. Because I’m never letting you go.” Jayden kisses me with all the promises a girl could ever ask for.