“Is it okay if I think about it?” I say, biting back another sob. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”
He laughs darkly and strokes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb.
“There you go again,” he says softly. “Worrying that you have to put on a show for me. You can seem any damn way you want around me, Jade. I’m still going to want you. Always. Now, shall we order?”
I giggle as he hands me a napkin from the table.
I use it to wipe away the last of my tears.
“Well, considering that we’re in a restaurant, that might be an idea, right?”
He smirks at me and I smile back.
I wish I could freeze this moment, the look in his eyes is so understanding, so possessive, as though the universe is telling me that as long as I’m his, nothing can ever hurt me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jade
After dinner, I tell him that I’m ready, even as my heart pommels my chest and tingles dance up and down my body. As we ride the elevator up to the presidential suite of the hotel, I silently wonder if the champagne was truly non-alcoholic, but that’s just my writer’s mind going into overdrive again.
In a thriller, a man might order non-alcoholic champagne and secretly dose it with hard liquor to make me more compliant.
But not Jamie, not my man.
No, I have to face this stone cold sober, with all my nervous and anxiety dancing around me.
His hand presses firmly against the small of my back, just above my ass, sending electrifying tendrils all through me, my sex screaming out in desire even as I clench my fists to fight off the urge to flee.
I don’t want to run, per se.
It’s more like all the anxiety I’ve ever felt concerning my sexual inexperience has chosen now to rear its ugly head within me.
Jamie leans close and whispers in my ear, his breath warm and tickling.
“Say the word and we don’t have to do this tonight,” he says. “But don’t think you’re getting away that easily. I’m still going to suck those gorgeous tits again. I’m still going to taste those creamy lips. I’m still going to palm that big round juicy ass of yours.”
I let out a gasp, wriggling against him.
“I want it,” I tell him, voice trembling. “I’m just nervous. Will you … help me?”
“I’ll lead the way princess,” he promises. “You don’t have to worry. Once those wet virgin lips feel what it’s like to have a big throbbing cock between them, you won’t want me to stop. Your body won’t let you. Just like when you sucked my dick and swallowed my seed like a horny sex goddess, you’ll know what to do.”
I hope, I think but don’t say.
The bedroom is downright royal.
I stand at the door, letting my eyes move over the four poster bed, the portraits hanging off the walls, the patterned expensive looking rugs, and the golden fireplace crackling and filling the room with a warmth I can feel even from here.
The curtains are drawn, the fire spreading its light, joining with the electric sconce lights set elegantly within the walls.
“Fit for a queen,” Jamie says, wrapping his arms around me from behind, his manhood pressing through his suit pants against my back, so hard it’s impossible to believe he emptied himself into my mouth only a few hours ago.
“But don’t expect me to treat you like one,” he says, grabbing my shoulders and leading me firmly toward the bed. “I’m getting tired of holding myself back. It’s time I got you completely naked—pussy and tits at the same time. It’s time I felt that slit wrapped around my cock. Tell me you’re ready, Jade. Say it.”
I know that if I told him I wasn’t, he wouldn’t try to have sex with me.
We’d still do things, but not that.
And yet I also know that if I told him that, this deep pressure inside of me would only get worse.
My womb would never forgive me.
Already, my body is feeling tight and needy, as if my womb is gathering all my energy to get ready for the most blistering orgasm of my life.
Jamie turns me around and shoves me softly so that I fall back on the bed.
I stare up at him, the firelight flickering against his features and cutting the sharp lines of his strong jaw and his grim set lips.
“Tell me you’re ready,” he growls.
I lick my lips, feeling how dry they are, in stark contrast to my sex which is pouring so much wetness into my panties they’re starting to stick to my lips.
My hole is freaking soaked and my nipples are tingly and hard with lust.
I move my eyes down over his suit jacket, his arms throbbing and large, just as rock hard as his manhood.
His manhood is a clear urgent outline in his suit pants, a massive length of meat pushed sideways across his middle.
“Tell. Me. You’re. Ready.”
Despite his earlier words of support, I hear the beastly need in his voice, as though a different part of him that he usually keeps hidden from the world has risen up inside his consciousness and taken dominion.
I look inside myself and find the usual mixture of lust and nervousness, a never-ending war, with my womb underneath it all telling me that it’s time to stop living in my head and live in my body for once.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, my voice shivering as all the combined emotions warble in the words.
“Then get those clothes off right fucking now,” he snaps. “You wanted me to take control and I am.”
My breathing comes quickly as my hands go into autopilot, somehow knowing what to do even as those same anxious thoughts try to interrupt the moment.
I grab my dress and sit up, pulling it up over my head, and then quickly undo my bra and lean back, wriggling out of my panties and my tights.
I do this all without looking at him, still terrified even now that he’s going to burst into laughter when he lays eyes on my body.
But when I do finally bring my gaze to his – as I lie back on the bed, certain that my soaked sex is drenching the sheets – I see that he’s undressed just as quickly as I have.
He stands over me completely naked, this six and a half foot giant, his pectorals bulging and covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his skin glisten. His abs are cut with firm outlines of muscle and his arms are like a series of connected boulders, muscles pressing against the flesh from every angle.
Down and down, I move my gaze, making a whimpering noise of lust and fear as I take in the sight of his huge cock.
It looks even bigger now that I know what he wants to do with it.
At least ten inches, with a large vein running up the side.
Precome winks at me from the end and the memory of his taste floods back into me, the sweet saltiness that fired over my tongue and then down my throat.
My lips feel somehow hotter and wetter as I stare up at him.
“Pinch and tease those nipples while I get your pussy good and wet for me,” he snarls, slowly lowering himself to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Pretend you’re teasing milk out of them for me. Do it, Jade.”
I moan and bring my hands to my breasts, doing as he says.
He grabs my thighs, sending shivers up through my body, swirling around my sex.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” he growls. “You say you’re nervous, but your body is as horny as a nympho’s. That’s what you’re going to become, Jade, my own personal sex-addicted slut. Do you understand? You’re going to be my slut, just for me. Say it.”
“Oh, God,” I moan. “I’ll be whatever you want, Jamie.”
“Say it,” he snarls, gripping my thighs hard, his mouth so close to my pussy now his breath licks over me.
“I’m your personal slut,” I cry. “I’m your—”
But then I can’t say anything as he brings his tongue to my clit and absolutely attacks it.
He doesn’t tease me or warm me up.
I think he’s too lost in his animal need for that.
He fli
cks his tongue up and down and around my enflamed clit like he’s trying to lick it off of my sex.
I can’t even touch my breasts anymore.
All I can do is grab the sheet in bunches and vibrate against him, my hips twitching as though invisible hands are guiding the movement, withering and gyrating against his mouth.
Orgiastic heat blares through me with deafening speed, making it impossible to think anxious thoughts, making it impossible to second-guess myself and feel self-doubt.
Suddenly all the tension inside my pussy erupts and I feel everything surging out of me, the wetness of the orgasm flooded onto his tongue and his mouth.
He growls as he takes all of it, gripping my thighs and yanking me toward him like he can’t get enough of my absolutely drenched pussy.
He licks somehow faster, my clit singing out endless songs of ecstasy, my hole fluttering.
Quivering moans rise into the air, high-pitched and carefree, the sort of moans I never would’ve believed I could make before I met Jamie.
I squeeze my thighs together around his head, not stopping to question if I’m overstepping the mark or making a fool of myself or any of that self-hate.
I just do it, I just squeeze and trap his head right next to my pulsing center, desperate for him to keep licking and never take his fire-laced tongue away from me for any reason at all.
He slides his hands around my thighs and grabs my ass cheeks as the last of the orgasm surges out of me, making growling noises like a predator devouring a meal he’s been hunting for a long time.
I lie back, panting, letting my legs go slack as I sink onto the silk sheets.
Jamie rears up and leans over me, more sweat flecking his muscular chest and neck, his lips glistening with my wetness.
“Taste yourself,” he snarls, climbing onto the bed so that his hard body grazes against my soft one, and yet even now anxiety doesn’t lance into the moment.
You can do it, a voice screams inside of me, doing a crazy happy dance and relishing the moment.
Oh my God, maybe I actually can do this.
I want it.
And the only thing standing in my way is me.
“Taste how fucking sweet and tangy you are.”
He brings his lips to mine and I open my mouth, meeting him in a conflagration of a kiss, my own juices swirling around my mouth.
His cock bobs heavily and hot precome strokes up my inner thigh.
I wrap my arms around him and dig my fingernails into the broad muscled landscape of his back, feeling how tense he is, as though any moment he’s going to really lose control and just maul me like the animal he is.
He leans back, breaking off the kiss, staring at me with a look I recognize.
It takes me a half-breath to realize from where, and when I do my body floods with so much wet tension I think I’m just going to shiver into another orgasm from his gaze alone.
It’s the look he used to get before an MMA fight, everything in him turning primal and savage, the look of a man who knows what he has to do and is going to do it with wild reckless intensity.
Is he going to unleash on me as violently and animalistic as he did when he knocked out Tyron Kirkenwell in under fifteen seconds?
Is he going to dominate me like I’m his opponent, take what he needs?
Yes.
My body aches for him.
“I need to be inside of you,” he rumbles. “I need to feel that tight virgin slit. Beg me to fuck you, Jade. Fucking beg me.”
“Please,” I whimper, shifting against his engorged cock, taking the same courage that rose up inside of me when I trapped his head just now with my thighs when I swallowed his seed.
I don’t have to be the shy girl anymore.
Not with Jamie.
Not with my man.
“Please,” I cry now, voice getting louder, more insistent. “Please fuck me, Jamie. Please, oh, God, please put that big cock in my—”
“Aargh,” he roars, arching his back and pushing his cock inside of me in one fluid motion.
I gasp as suddenly my world becomes the tension between my thighs, his ten inch length sliding into me.
My hole expands and expands, but still his cock pushes urgently, as though there’s not going to be enough room.
He pauses when he’s buried up to his hilt inside of me, watching me with fascinated eyes.
At least they look fascinated to me.
It’s hard to tell when tears of pleasure and shock are clouding my vision, everything in me focused on the electric intensity between my legs.
I beg my womb to make my body relax, to make my pussy widen enough to take his unbelievably huge length.
“It’s okay,” he growls, shifting in small movements, easing himself in and out. “You perfect tight fuck hole. Goddamn, do you realize how amazing you feel? You’re so tight. You’re so pure. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper past the stinging kiss of his pleasure, as he pulls his throbbing shaft out and then eases it back in, slowly, his girth pushing almost angrily at my tight clinging walls.
“Whose slut are you, Jade?” he growls.
“Yours,” I cry, almost sobbing at the way he fills me up. “Y-yours …”
I trail off when my pussy floods with a releasing warmth and suddenly there’s more room for him, my hole widening and my lower half screaming with fireworks and starlight and a thousand other bright, airy, majestic feelings.
I never knew a sensation like this existed, everything surging around me, a spot deep inside of me feeling like it’s swelling as he thrust inside of me again.
This time I shift my hips to meet him, gasping as my pubic bone collides with his, his entire body arched as though everything in him is as focused on the closeness as everything inside of me is too.
“Fuck, when you move like that …”
“You like it?” I whimper through the pleasure.
“Like it?” he snarls. “Just keep fucking doing it—Oh, fuck.”
He buries his fists in the sheets on either side of me, rearing up like a bear and staring down at my breasts as he starts to take me hard.
I grab onto his shoulders and let my eyes move over him, over his hard pecs and abs and arms, and then into his eyes, the way they blaze and hone in on me like he wishes this moment could last forever.
And it does.
It feels like it does.
We rock together as the bed whine beneath the force of our movements, his cock thrusting into my pussy so hard all I can do is hold on and buck and scream.
My pussy squeezes onto him, starting to tighten again as that sweet spot inside of me gathers all the pleasure, the euphoria singing a song that becomes a chorus and then rapidly surges toward a crescendo.
“Come for me,” Jamie growls. “Come on this dick. Now—now—now.”
With each word, he pommels into me with a force that makes me wonder if he was holding back before.
His MMA-honed body, tight and muscular and completely freaking ripped, barrels into me so that I’m flung back on the bed and all I can do is ride his engorged length.
He pounds into me, the wet noises of his cock and my soaked pussy filling the room, joining his feral growls and my barely-holding-on moans.
But then I can’t hold on anymore.
I cry out and then the cry turns hollow, the orgasm thundering through me and making it so that all I can think about, all that exists, is the starlight exploding and multiplying deep inside of me.
He takes me like he owns me like I’m not a virgin at all like I haven’t been a virgin for years.
He thrusts his cock into me again and again, causing the bed to creak like it’s going to break any second, the smack-smack-smack of our flesh so loud I can’t even hear my moans or his growls anymore.
“Fuck—fuck, take it, take this fucking cock,” he roars, somehow taking me even harder.
“Ah, ah,” I cry, but I can’t say anything else.
A millio
n burning nerves explode in my pussy, all of them originating from the helm of his massive cock, each pounding contact producing a million more, their combined force enough to make my toes curl and even my freaking scalp tingle.
Jamie leans down and crushes his lips against mine, his chest crushing my breasts at the same time, our teeth clicking together as we buck and writhe and ride our pleasure.
His breathing quicken and takes on a frantic quality as the last flares of my orgasm burn themselves out, and I open my eyes to watch him as he finishes, his mouth twisting in the savage release.
I clasp onto his shoulders, squeezing tightly as we both shake and thrum together, our bodies attuning themselves to each other in this magical moment.
Finally, he slides to the side.
Without even thinking – it feels like the only natural thing to do – I climb into his arms, laying my head against his chest.
He strokes his hand through my hair and then leans down, laying a surprisingly tender kiss against my forehead.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, as though the animal side of him is fading in favor of the protective, loving side.
No, not loving, I warn myself sternly. He’s not loving, because we agreed on no L-words.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
He makes patterns in my hair, circles, and spirals that send hot shivers through my body.
“I’m thinking about how amazing that was,” he tells me. “And how certain I am that I just put a child inside of you. I’m thinking that I waited all my life for this moment and now that it’s here, it’s better than I ever imagined. Why, Jade, what are you thinking?”
“About us,” I say, kissing his sweat-dappled chest. “About our future. About everything. And about …”
Yasmin, I leave unfinished.
He flinches slightly, growing tense, and then lays another kiss on my forehead.
“I know,” he whispers. “It’s not ideal. But we’ll tell her, don’t worry. We’ll make this right.”
I shift my thighs, his seed still cooling on my skin, my hole sex-sore and yet somehow hungry for another session.
I don’t tell him that telling Yasmin is what I’m worried about.
I don’t tell him that I’m certain it’s going to bring this whole thing crumbling down.
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