by Kira Bloom
“I want you,” I whisper, stunned at how confident I sound as I undo his belt to touch his cock. I stroke my fingers over him, just like he taught me. “Good god, I want you so bad, Jackson.”
His lips cover mine desperately, hungrily. I return his kiss without hesitation, my heart beating faster as I feel his fingers between us, working the buttons on his shirt loose. After he shrugs it off, giving me access to his toned golden body, I place one hand over his chest and give his cock another tug. I’m thrilled when a moan of pleasure pushes past his lips.
“I love it when my greedy Little Flick comes out to play.”
“Touch me,” I respond.
His blue-green irises darken with lust, and he licks his lips. Taking me to the bed, he lays me back then hovers his body over mine. “Tell me what you want.”
My entire body hums, and he’s not even started. “Everything,” I whisper.
Groaning, he traces his rough fingertips down my arms to cup my breasts. He plumps them, squeezing them together, before he takes my nipple between his teeth. My harsh gasp of pleasure breaks the silence in the room, and I arch my back.
“You taste so delicious, Flick.” He rolls my nipple between his fingertips and I squirm around. Of all the feelings in the world, this has to be one of the best—the sensation of his tongue and his teeth tugging at my nipple. I want more. Need it.
“Jackson!” I cry out, and he chuckles.
He pulls away suddenly, but I lift my hips. He slaps my ass. “So impatient to get your sweet little pussy filled, aren’t you?”
Those words alone launch shockwaves through me.
Using some expert sex god magic, he manages to get out of his pants while he explores my mouth with his. Entirely naked now, he dips his hand into my panties, grazing my clit with two fingers.
The heat between my legs is an inferno and it terrifies me. Excites me. Brings me to life.
He rips his mouth from mine to lick my ear. “Do you want more?”
I nod and he slips his finger inside me. I want to tell him how crazy he makes me, but I’m breathing so hard I can’t speak. Pleasure spirals through me, and when he adds another finger, all intelligent thought flies out the window.
“Please,” I beg, giving him what he’s wanted from the very beginning. Me. Demanding that he make good on his promise to fuck me so good, so hard, so right, I’ll forget there’s life outside his bedroom.
He smirks at me. “Say that one more time, Little Flick.”
I moan, bucking my hips against his fingers. “Please, Jackson.”
To my disappointment, he stops. Licks his fingers. Gives me a ferocious grin that curls desire in the pit of my stomach.
“Do you want me inside you, sweet?” he demands, positioning himself between my thighs. I nod. I want him too much. More than anything I’ve ever desired, and it’s scary.
Crashing his mouth to mine, he strokes my clit with his thumb. His lips smother my moans and cries as he pushes my legs further apart so that I’m completely exposed to him. “Please,” I shout.
Keeping his stare level with mine, he pulls his fingers from my sex, replacing it with the head of his cock. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, gradually filling me with sharp pain and pleasure.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but when he reaches up to smooth them over my cheeks, I turn my lips into his palm and kiss him. “Please … don’t stop.”
Surging forward, he closes the space between us, and I cry out. I’m full. So achingly full, but it feels so right. I move my hips beneath him to get used to the pressure, and he releases a strangled sound.
“Are you sure you want to do that, sweet?” he demands, bending to kiss my earlobe. “You’re going down a dangerous road.”
Gripping his shoulders, I bob my head. “I want to.”
He pulls back, almost pulling out of me before thrusting into me again. I whimper as tingles race beneath my skin. It feels so good. So painfully good that I move my hips in rhythm with his as he thrusts against me.
I moan his name and when he growls mine, it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard. I want to hear him call for me like this every day. I want to hear his breath coming fast and see his head thrown back in ecstasy.
And I want to feel him.
God, I want so much more of this.
One of his hands covers my breast, kneading it. I bow into his touch, every nerve in my body on fire.
“Yes. Please. More,” I pant as he thrusts into me. He strokes his hand down my body to rub my clit. “Yes.”
Hot pressure floods my body as I reach my climax. I dig my nails into his muscular shoulder as he buries his mouth into my neck, telling me it’s all right to come. That he wants to hear me come. As I come down, he pumps into me harder.
He kisses my ear, my face, my hair and then he lets out a deep groan as he thrusts into me three final times, filling me completely.
9
Jackson
She spends the next five nights with me, and I sleep better than I have since the early days of my fucked-up marriage to Jessica—before I found out that her greed ran deeper than her good looks. I fall asleep with Felicity in my arms, her soft body, damp with sweat, curled up to mine, and I wake her up every morning. With my tongue or my fingers or my cock. She’s obsessed with all three, and I’m fucking infatuated with her. I think about her at the worst times. When I’m in a board meeting. When I’m out playing golf with investors, pitying them for their gold digger wives who leach on to them with their hands outstretched. It’s ironic because money had brought Felicity into my life. I had tossed out a mind-blowing amount of money just to bed her. She’s worth it, though.
From Nate’s file on her, I had remembered her love for floral artwork and I’d contacted Lisa, an artist friend, for a piece from her latest show. When I give it to Flick on our fifth night together—right after I spend hours inside of her, going round after round—she stares at the nineteen by fifteen canvas for a long time, her naked body still.
“Elisabetta Fernando painted this,” she says, carefully thumbing the tiny signature at the bottom of the painting. “I wrote a paper about her my freshman year when we were assigned to research local businesses. Wendy and I went to her gallery and…”
When her voice breaks off, I step behind her, dip my head to her shoulder and trace my tongue over her skin. “What is it, Flick?”
“She’s the reason I got so obsessed with buying art online.” She laughs nervously, then turns her face and tilts her head back until we are eye to eye. “Cheap art. This must have cost a fortune.”
It had, and if I’d known Lisa’s work made her appreciate art so much, I would have bought out the whole gallery. I kiss her lips lightly. “And now it’s yours.”
“I can’t take it.” She purses her lips and shakes her head. “I won’t.”
I spin her around to face me and narrow my eyes at her. “Why not?”
“Because,” she whispers, “I don’t want you thinking I’m that kind of girl. I don’t want you thinking that—” She exhales harshly as I walk her over toward the bed. “What are you doing, Jackson?”
“Bend over the bed, Flick,” I order, turning her toward the mattress.
“Why do you want me to—” she begins, but I slap her ass. The blood rushes to my cock when she chokes on a gasp. She bends slowly, her delectable ass high in the air as she positions herself on her elbows. “You’re going to punish me for saying no?” she asks in a tremulous whisper, looking over her shoulder to search my gaze.
“Fuck, Felicity, I don’t want to punish you.” I graze the head of my cock around her entrance, and my body tenses at how wet she is. “I want to give you a gift. Do you want it?”
She pumps her head up and down eagerly.
I push inside her, inch by inch, reveling in the tight heat of her cunt. “You’ll take this,” I say, my voice soft and dangerous. “But you won’t take anything else?”
“I don’t want to—”
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br /> I drive forward, burying my cock deep inside her pussy and pressing my thumbs against the two sexy dimples just above her ass. “If I give it to you, Felicity, it’s because I want you to have it. You’re mine, and I want you to be happy.” I pump inside of her, hitting her G-spot, making her claw at the sheets. She tells me she shouldn’t, over and over again. I use my cock and hands to tell her she should. After she comes, and I’ve released myself in her sweet body, I bend over her and kiss her shoulder. “Take the painting, Flick. It’s yours.”
I’m yours.
“Jackson,” she moans, and I slap her ass again, grasping her soft flesh and kneading it. I move my other hand around her and wedge it between her thighs. I pluck her clit lightly and she’s practically sobbing. “Yes. Yes. I’ll take it. I’ll take what you give me. I’ll take—”
She buries her face in the sheets, muffling her cries as she comes again. Her cunt is so slick, so tight, that my cock hardens inside of her. “You want me to take more?” she pants, arching her back. She comes up slightly off the bed, so I pull out for just a second and turn her to face me, parting her legs wide and resting them over my shoulders.
The look in her green eyes is trusting. “I want you to take everything, Felicity.”
I claim her body until she can’t take anymore and she’s begging for sleep. After only a few hours of rest I wake up, and the first thought on my mind is her. Being inside of her again. She’s going to be the death of me, but if that’s the way I’ll go, I’ll die fucking happy and sated.
“Good morning, sweet girl,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder. She yawns, then covers her face with her forearm. I spread her legs, smirking at the wetness already building between her thighs. “Don’t play that sleep shit with me, Flick. You’re dripping wet.”
“That’s because you’ve been touching my—ohhh.” She draws in a sharp breath as my finger trails down her slit to circle her tight hole. The last untouched one on her body. Until this morning. “Jackson?” she whispers.
“Yes, sweet?” I ask, relishing her squirms. I cock an eyebrow. “Is there something you wanted to ask?”
“Will it… Can it…” She buries her face in her hands and lets out a strangled laugh. “Oh god, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m about to fuck your ass, Little Flick.”
“No, I meant—ugh, never mind.” Her face is bright red when she looks at me. “It won’t go in.” She eyeballs my cock hard against my thigh and shakes her head violently. “I know that sounds like a bad line from a bad porno, but it can’t.”
“Lube and patience. For you, I’ve got both.” Scooting her down the bed, I suck on her bottom lip, coaxing her to relax as I smear lube around her tight little hole. She whimpers into my mouth, occasionally sneaking her tongue out to taste mine, and wriggles against my hand when I carefully slip one finger inside her.
“How does that feel?” I demand and she slurs something that sounds like “oh god.”
“Good?” I demand and she squeezes her eyes closed and bobs her head. I’m so turned on watching her—ready to bury my cock in her ass—but I need to make sure she’s ready first. Massaging her clit with one hand, I add a second finger, testing her, preparing her for more.
I wait until she’s writhing and moaning, with her tiny hands gripping my wrist to drive my fingers deeper inside her, to remove them and press the head of my cock to her tight opening. She gasps as I pour lube between us and spread it around her, then she holds her breath as I push into her.
She panics, tightening her knees around my waist so I still myself, massaging her clit until she’s convulsing and gritting her teeth. Relaxing, she drops her knees and slides her body toward mine, pushing herself onto my cock as she rides her orgasm.
I only make it half-way inside of her before I stop myself. She feels good. Fuck me, she feels like heaven, but I don’t want to ruin this for her. I push in and out of her slowly, knitting my brow because it takes every ounce of effort not to blow inside of her at her slightest sound.
She cries my name and grinds her ass against me, so I go a little faster, a little deeper. I rub her clit, making her come again and again until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Are you going to come in my ass too?” she rasps, and the way she looks up at me so innocently is so goddamn enticing I nod. “I want you to … yeah, everywhere.”
God, this girl. This woman.
Lifting her hips off the bed, I plump her firm, pert ass cheeks in my fingers, flexing my shoulders as I empty myself into her. She closes her eyes and arches her back. She squeezes her own tits and sucks her bottom lip.
She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and fuck, I’m not going to let her go.
Two days later, confusion sets in when Elaine announces that Mr. York is waiting to see me. I’ve had many encounters with Little York in this office, but her father is the last person I expected to see again. For a moment, I wonder if he’s found out about us, but then I shrug.
I don’t give a fuck what he knows or thinks. His daughter is mine. I won’t apologize for being with her.
Elaine ushers him in and for the next couple of minutes, he makes small talk—everything from talking about why he started York’s to thanking me for being so kind to his little girl when she came to me about satisfying the loan. It becomes obvious that he has no clue what we’ve been doing in my bed, that car of hers I plan on replacing the second she drops her guard, and everywhere else we’ve attacked each other, so I finally stop him mid-sentence.
“Felicity has already thanked me, Mr. York.” Just last night, she’d thanked me with her tongue and throat after I made her come so hard she couldn’t stand up for a few hours. A smile touches my lips at the memory. “I guess I’m not exactly sure why you’re here.”
“I’m good friends with the owner of The Sandwich Station,” he says tentatively. He rubs his wrist the same way Flick does when she’s nervous. I know exactly who he’s talking about. They’re a few buildings down from York’s and I bought them out a month ago for the upgrades I planned to do to the block. “He was telling me you’re interested in the buildings on the street.”
My mouth sets in a hard line because I don’t like where he’s going with this conversation. “I see,” I grind out.
“I want to sell,” he says more confidently. When I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, he blabbers on. “I know I made a fuss about giving in before, but you’ve got to realize my house and everything I invested were on the line.”
“I was never going to take your house, Mr. York. I just wanted the building.”
“And I’m willing to sell that to you.” He flinches when he meets my cold stare. His eyes are green, like Flick’s, but any respect I had for this man is gone. “If you’re still interested…”
Shoving away from my desk, I pace to the window and glare at the bridge until the suspension cables start to blur together. “Did you tell your daughter about this? She went through a lot of effort so you wouldn’t get your ass handed to you. I’d like to think you wouldn’t be in here if you’d talked to her first.”
Fuck, I wouldn’t have let him in my office if that were the case. I’ve seen her every day, and it doesn’t take a business degree to realize she’s oblivious to this. “I’m going to talk to her. I’ll give her back the money she gave you too. I’m just … I can’t keep doing it, Mr. Cade. We’re losing money. It’s not working. I—”
I hold up my hand because I’m done with hearing him speak. When I purchased The Sandwich Station, the owner had opted to move to a more affordable part of town. York doesn’t sound like he’s moving anywhere. He’s simply going to cash out and shit on everything Flick tried to preserve.
“Obviously, you’re not as tenacious as your daughter. I don’t think the woman quits.” He’s frowning when I turn around to look at him, but I shake my head before he can ask me how I know anything about Flick’s character. If he does, I might physically toss his ass out of the door. “What if I say I
won’t be buying a goddamn thing from you?”
He squares his shoulders. “I’ve heard Argento Properties are putting in offers and—”
I cut him off again. “You’re not selling to Argento.” Though it’s not a smug look, I still hate his little smile. “When do you plan to tell Felicity what you’re doing?”
Dipping his head to his lap, he offers a half-shrug. “If you accept, as soon as I have the money. She works her ass off at that restaurant, you know? I just want her to focus on school and her own life.”
Even if it means crushing her. “I see.” Hollowing in my cheeks, I nod briefly. “I have a meeting in five minutes, so I’ll have my lawyers get in touch.”
There’s no meeting, but I refuse to look at him any longer than I have to. He thinks he’s doing something right. Something that will make his life easier. In the process, though, he’s going to break Felicity’s heart.
I plan to tell her the next evening. Fuck, I have every intention to. But a few seconds after we’re seated at our table for dinner, she slides my hand under her skirt to reveal she’s not wearing a goddamn thing beneath it. I wince. Her perfect little cunt is my weakness, and she knows that because she smiles slyly as she orders her cocktail.
“What happened to my sweet little virgin?” I demand once our waiter leaves. She lifts her menu, peering over the top of it.
“I’m not a virgin, Mr. Cade,” she says smugly, so I retaliate by pushing my finger into her pussy. She might not be a virgin, but she’s still just as tight. Her cunt is like a greedy little mouth, sucking around my finger and drenching me. I add two more fingers and she jerks so hard, her knees collide with the table and several heads turn in her direction.
