“You can’t force me to stay with you,” Jennifer said with a tilt of her chin.
I smirked and rubbed my mouth.
Her gaze watched my movement and she shook herself, her cheeks going red. Which was becoming my favorite color on her.
Hmm...she liked watching me touch myself. Interesting.
“I can’t force you, no, but you won’t leave.”
She raised an eyebrow. “How can you be so sure?”
I closed the distance between us and wrapped a hand around her throat before grazing my nose up the side of her neck. I loved her smell. Especially now that she smelled like my bath wash.
“Mathis.”
Her breathing my name just about did me in. I couldn’t take it. I needed the taste of her mouth again more than I needed air.
“Tell me.”
She frowned. “What?”
“Tell me you want me to kiss you,” I said, brushing my mouth along hers.
“What if I don’t?”
My grip on her throat tightened making her gasp and her eyes dilate. Red liked a little restriction. God, I think I’ve met my match. “I’d say you are fucking lying.”
She smirked and grabbed onto the waist band of my pants, pulling me against her. Her pelvis rubbed against mine, the friction driving me fucking mad with heated desire for this woman.
“What do you want from me, Mathis?”
Well, wasn’t that a loaded question. “I want to dive deep inside you, splitting your pussy wide with my thick cock,” I said, nipping her bottom lip.
“And?” she breathlessly moaned in reply.
“I want to come all over you, showing you how much you are mine.” I gripped her hips and lifted her, instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I’m not yours,” she said, her voice harsh with anger as she held onto the collar of my shirt.
“No?” I thrust my hips, rubbing my erection over her hot center.
Her eyes darkened with desire, her tongue licking her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed. Her heels dug into my ass, pulling me closer making a small moan escape her mouth. “God, you feel good.”
I grinned and moved her to the other wall before pressing the button to stop the elevator between floors.
Her eyes widened. “What are you—”
I crashed my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue between her lips in a rough move while grinding my hips against her. At this point, I was in control and her protests were starting to piss me off. Needing to shut her up, just for a moment, I was going to show her how much I knew she wanted me.
My hips picked up speed, rubbing over her panty covered pussy. I could feel moisture seep into my pants. She was wet. Really fucking wet. That fact alone caused me to damn near blow a load in my pants. Although we were dressed completely, I was going to give her a taste of what was to come later.
Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me harder against her mouth.
Her hips rubbed against mine.
One quick move and I could be deep inside her like I knew she wanted but I would make her wait. As much as it was going to kill me, and give me fucking blue balls, it would be worth it.
“Mathis...oh...fuck.” She whimpered, shaking around me as small cries of pleasure left her lips.
Did she just come? Fully clothed? Well I’ll be damned. Giving myself a mental pat on the back, I kissed her once more and placed her on her feet.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from my mouth. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen and I couldn’t wait to see what she would look like after I gave her a night of what her body craved from me.
She looked away, slightly shaking. “I...that won’t happen again.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You having an orgasm in an elevator? I agree. Next time, it will be with you spread open on my bed...” I smirked. “Or table.”
Her gaze whipped to mine, her eyes darkening at what I was suggesting.
“On your table?”
“Yes. Maybe I’ll finger fuck you while I’m enjoying my meal. Would you like that, Jennifer?” I asked, brushing a finger down her arm.
She shivered under my touch. “Shit,” she whispered.
She was losing control. Fast. And didn’t that just boost my ego.
“So Nora is becoming cozy with Dean.” Jennifer laughed.
The deep husky sound traveled through me, lighting my skin on fire. “Do that again.”
Her gaze met mine, the smile on her face faltering. “What?”
“Laugh. Again,” I demanded.
She licked her lips making my body buzz with adrenaline. She leaned forward, pushing her chest into the table.
My gaze travelled to the swell of her breasts that I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on. Her puckered nipples, hardening under my touch as she enjoyed the bite of my pinch.
“God, the way you look at me. It’s like you want to eat me alive,” she said quietly.
My eyes met hers and she shook herself, her cheeks reddening at her silent admission.
I smiled. “More like devour, love.”
She grinned. “You don’t seem fazed by my choice of career.”
“I’m not.” I wasn’t a fan but it’s not like I did things in my life that were any better. I wasn’t one to judge. “But I will tell you, you will not be having sex for money anymore.”
She frowned. “Mathis, I—”
I slapped the table, my temper getting the best of me. “No. I will fucking pay you if that’s what it takes but no other man or woman is getting their hands on you.”
“Why? Why me? You can have anyone you fucking want, Mathis.”
“I want you,” I said matter-of-factly. I didn’t know why she was arguing. Couldn’t she sense the connection? The raw physical chemistry between us? When she came against me in the elevator, it took everything in me not to rip off her panties and fuck the shit out of her.
She huffed. “But why? I don’t get it. What is so fucking fascinating about me?”
What was so fascinating about her? I hadn’t figured that out yet. All I knew was that once our eyes met the night before, I felt something. It was a pull so strong, it took my breath away and it would be over my fucking dead body before I let her go.
“Where is she now?” Dean asked me as he stood at the patio window.
“In the shower,” I mumbled. She had been doing that a lot today. Always running. Always hiding from what I knew she wanted. Call me crazy or even delusional, but I knew she was the one. Marriage was the only way to get her to see that and even though she wasn’t coherent when she said, I do, it was fucking worth it. She clearly needed a night of no inhibitions. A night of losing one self as the alcohol took over. Next time she submitted, it would be to me, minus the alcohol.
“How’s it going?”
I leaned my head from side to side, cracking the tendons in my neck. The slight twinge of pain travelled down my spine sending a chill through my body. “Could be worse.” Could be better as well. I needed to get laid and it needed to be fucking soon. My hand was not cutting it anymore. And God knows I had jerked off three times since I said I do. There should be a law against that.
“Patience.”
I scoffed. “Show yourself out,” I mumbled and headed to my bedroom.
Steam travelled underneath the bathroom door, swirling into the air. The sound of water running sent a hot flush over my body. This was it. It was time and there was no fucking way Jennifer would say no.
I walked into the bathroom, the silhouette of her small frame blurred by the glass shower.
My cock hardened, my skin buzzed, adrenaline coursed through me at the sight.
Her back stiffened and she turned around, looking at me through the glass.
I took that as my chance and opened the shower stall.
Her eyes were wide, filled with a hunger I had never seen before.
My chest rose and fell with ragged breath. “Tell me.”
Her nostrils f
lared. “Fuck me.”
I growled and pushed her up against the wall before lifting her.
She gasped and moaned, wrapping her legs around my hips. Her hands gripped my shirt and pulled, splitting it in half. Buttons flew, pinging off the walls before crashing to the tiled floor.
Our mouths crashed in an onslaught of rough hunger and desire. My dick threatened to explode when her nails scraped down my chest. “Fuck, love. You’re gonna kill me,” I said against her mouth.
My hands travelled down her naked back and cupped her ass, pulling her flush against me.
“I need you. Inside me.”
“How?”
She broke our kiss and reached between us, cupping my erection. She gave a squeeze and winked. “Depends. How do you want it?”
IS IT THE SEX?
(Jenny)
Fuck this guy was going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I given in. Not over anything. And definitely not for a fucking man. What was happening to me?
His mouth frantically explored my every curve as I peeled his soaking wet shirt from his body. The hot water continued to run, soaking his undoubtedly expensive suit but the only thing either of us could think of was fucking and finally getting it out of the way. I tossed the shirt onto the bathroom floor. It landed with a loud slosh and my hand slowly started to work up and down his cock.
The moment I freed his impressive dick from his pants, I almost fainted. I swear to fuck, I won the husband lottery with this cock. Not only was it long, but it was thick and absolutely delicious looking. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and taking it in my mouth. I just wanted a little taste. Would that really be so bad?
I pulled my mouth from his and fell to my knees, never taking my shaking hands off of his growing dick. His soaked pants tumbled to the floor of the shower stall as he toed them off while I continued to jerk him off His eyes never left me and in between my glances at the impressive erection, my eyes continued to gravitate back towards his.
“Fuck, Jenny,” he groaned as I wrap my lips around the tip of his dick. Tracing every ridge and vain with my tongue while I cupped his balls in my hand. “I love your mouth, I fucking love it.”
I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help it. His words encouraged me, they cheered me on. Listening to him, as I worked his cock was enough to send me over the edge. His moans and grunts. His magnificent dirty talk. Everything about it has me wanting to feel him deep inside me.
I dropped my hand from its grip on his balls and slip it between my own legs to rub my clit while I continued to deep throat his cock. When I thought his dick would be delicious, God I was fucking right. A moan slipped from my lips, vibrating around his cock and Mathis opens his heavy lidded eyes.
“Oh no, baby. If you are getting off, it is from my hands or cock. Not your own.”
Before I could object, he had me on my feet with my legs wrapped around his body instinctively. Everything about being with him just came so damn naturally.
“Oh, God! Mathis, I need you inside me. NOW!” I begged. Wait. What the fuck. I wanted to scream and yell. I wanted to turn around and walk out of the shower. But my body was screaming at me to stop thinking and just continue feeling. So I do just that. My brain would have it out with my body at a later time.
His dick pressed against my wet pussy, slowly nudging his entrance. Rocking his hips, little by little his thick cock worked into my tight cunt. His hands tightened on my ass as he pushed me against the cold tile wall before slamming the rest of the way into my pussy.
I couldn’t help but scream as he filled me completely.
“FUCK! Mathis!” my voice echoed through the shower. He felt so fucking good, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I could feel every last inch of his cock as he worked in and out of me in the perfect rhythm. I could feel my body climbing toward climax when his mouth broke away from mine and headed directly for my breasts. That was all I needed to start my climax. His teeth grazed my nipple and my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
“Oh yes! Right there! So good, so fucking good! Harder! Oh I am coming, Mathis! I am fucking coming!” I wasn’t really sure what was coming out of my mouth, nor did I really give a shit at the moment. I think I just had the best orgasm of my life in a shower stall, with a man I didn’t know but I am somehow fucking married to. Ain’t life a kick in the head?
“Oh baby, your cunt is so tight. It was made just for my cock. Mine only, Jennifer. This is my pussy now.” He thrust harder and then I feel it. The hot flood of his come coating the inside of my cunt as he emptied his orgasm balls deep inside me. He is marking me from the inside out.
That was when I realized why it all felt so fucking good.
We didn’t use a condom.
For the first time. In my entire life. I had unprotected sex.
I wanted to be sleeping, but I laid in bed, wide awake thinking about the events of the past twenty-four hours. After consummating our marriage in the shower earlier, I retreated again. What I felt for him as we ravaged each other was just too much. The back and forth battle we waged over power had completely melted away. Gone was our bickering. The fighting was nothing more than an afterthought as we took what we wanted from each other.
It was pleasure I never thought I could have and frankly it has scared the shit out of me. I should be sleeping, because I was beyond exhausted. But, my mind wouldn’t stop racing long enough to let me pass out.
The emotions were just too much for me to understand. They were new, and fucking terrifying. Shouldn’t a grown woman at least be a little open to all of this? I mean, if I was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, I would live it up. I would ride off into the sunset with the sexy rich guy who wants me just for me, even with my past. Oh, and the fucking accent. It was like I had died and gone to European heaven. FUCK!
Do I stay? Do I sneak out in the middle of the night while my gorgeous, rich, and amazing in the sack husband is fast asleep next to me? Do I stay and give whatever this is a real try? Do I file for divorce the second he isn’t breathing down my neck? Shit! My parents...what was I going to tell them? I was sure my mother had called the apartment a dozen times thinking I was dead in a gutter somewhere. Their worst nightmare. Jesus. I needed a shot or something.
I slowly and extremely quietly pry myself from the bed, making my way for the bedroom door when his sleepy voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Where ya goin’, love?”
I wished he wasn’t so sweet sometimes. “Can’t sleep. I’m gonna get a glass of water and lay on the couch for a bit. I don’t want to keep you up.” The truth rolled right off my tongue as much as I wanted to lie.
“Sure you aren’t tryin’ to leave me in the middle of the night?” He let out a quiet laugh as he rose up on one arm to watch me.
“No, I think I am past the running in the middle of the night stage. But Mathis, tomorrow I have go to home. I know my parents are probably worried because I haven’t been home to answer their calls. I have clients and work. I have responsibilities.” My tone came across pleading, like I needed his approval to do shit that just simply needs to be done.
“Clients are gone. You aren’t working for that pervert doctor anymore either. But we will make it a point to call your parents tomorrow and take a trip to your apartment together. Does that work for you, love?”
When he was sweet like this, I just wanted to give in. Give him anything and everything. Agree to whatever he wanted. But it also reminded me of everything I have ran from over and over again throughout the years. “Yeah, I think that will work. We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Go back to sleep.”
“Jennifer Lynn Sunshine! I have been so worried about you! I thought you were dead!” My mother’s voice shrieked through the other end of the phone.
I held the ear piece a foot away from my ear and could make still out every word she said.
Poor Mathis just stared with wide eyes as she continued on her tangent.
“I called
every hospital in Las Vegas! The police! The doctor’s office’s emergency line. Jennifer, we were so scared!”
Lovely. Just fucking lovely. I loved my parents to death, but this was the exact reason why I left home. I just couldn’t deal with this anymore.
“Mom, I am fine. Everything is okay. I was busy and didn’t realize the phone was knocked off the hook. I’m sorry.” Lies, lies, lies! Just as I was getting ready to end the conversation, a hand grabbed the receiver. I struggled to pull it back from Mathis, but I was no match for his strength. I held my breath and prayed he didn’t say anything incriminating to my parents. Fuck! This was bad.
“Hello. Mrs. Sunshine?”
I could hear her screams from the other end of the phone again.
He held the phone out so I could listen in from a safe distance.
“Who is this? What have you done to my baby girl? Where is she? Is she safe?” The questions rambled on and on. Poor Mathis. Poor me.
“My name is Mathis Verlinden, and your daughter is my wife.” The way wife rolled off of his tongue with that sexy European accent almost made me forget what he had just said. To my mother. Who was now screaming even louder on the other end of the phone.
“I cannot believe you just did that!” I whisper yelled at him, as he smiled bright. What a damn dick!
“I can completely understand your worry, Mrs. Sunshine. How about I have my pilot and private jet chartered out to...” he paused to look at me, and whispered, “where are you from?”
“Kansas!” I whispered back.
“Out to Kansas tonight. We can get you all set up in a suite at the Bellagio and spend the week getting to know each other. I fully intend to take very good care of my Jennifer, I can assure you of that.”
In all the years I have lived in Las Vegas, my parents never once would agree to travel here. One five minute phone conversation with my new husband and they were running to Sin City as fast as they can.
It had been one day.
And my life was upside fucking down.
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