by Madison Faye
She claws at me, pulling me close and reaching down for my cock. She wraps her small fingers around as much of my thickness as she can and strokes me, bringing my blood to a boil with need for her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers into my lips. “Like you tasted me.”
“Later,” I purr. “Right now, I’m going to—”
“No,” she says, pulling back with a Cheshire grin on her face. “No, I want it now.”
I have to grin at that. No one tells me what to do in my world, not ever. I realize right there how much that’s going to change with her.
She pulls back, turning onto her stomach across my desk. She leans close, both of her hands stroking my length as she lets her warm breath tease across my cock head. My eyes travel down her bare back, her long blonde hair cascaded across it like a golden wave, down to her apple ass.
I feel something soft and wet on my cock, and I groan, glancing down to see her leaving little wet kisses across the head. Her hands stroke me, one dropping down, her fingers playing lightly with my heavy balls, like she’s exploring. Her pouty wet lips part, and when she takes me inside that mouth, I know I’ve found heaven.
“Just like that,” I groan as her soft young lips spread over my cock.
My hands reach down and cup her ass, spanking it lightly and making her whimper as she sucks me inside. She doesn’t take much into that small, hot little mouth, but Jesus fucking Christ, what she does almost makes me lose it.
I bring one hand into her hair, luxuriating in the feeling of her little mouth suckling on my big dick and making my cum boil in my balls. But slowly, I pull myself out of that heaven. I gather her hair in a fist as she bobs on my cock and slowly pull her off of it, my jaw tense.
“Was it okay?”
“Okay?” I groan, pulling her up onto her knees on my desk and kissing her deeply.
“Sweetness, everything about you is heaven. I just have other plans for you right now.”
She whimpers as I kiss her, one hand sliding down her tummy and my fingers pushing through her slick pussy lips.
“Now turn around,” I growl lowly into her mouth. “Turn around, get on your knees, and raise that tight little ass in the air for me.
“Oh,” she gasps as I tug on her hair and pinch her clit between my fingers.
“Now it's my turn.”
9
Skye
I tremble as I move onto my hands and knees on his big, wooden desk. I can feel him behind me, my skin tingling with need for him as I feel his presence move closer. His hand trails over my ass, high in the air and so exposed for him. The thought of how he can just see all of me like this, so exposed and so open for him like his good little slut has my whole body aching with need. My pussy drips its wetness down my thigh, and my nipples pucker to little points pressing into the varnished top of his desk.
Jagger’s hands move to my ass, gripping it tightly and spreading me open for him. I close my eyes and whimper as I feel his warm breath against my skin, moving higher up the back of my legs until he starts to center. His tongue slips across my lips lightly, teasing me and making my body jolt like he’s touched me with a live wire.
His tongue pushes deeper, spreading my lips as he delves in. He growls into me — this masculine, powerful sound that rumbles through me and makes me whimper out loud. It’s a hungry growl — one that reminds me that I’m his and one that makes me tremble with desire for more.
Jagger’s fingers dig into my skin as he swirls his tongue over my clit, capturing it between his lips and humming around it. He tongues me faster, making my breath catch and blood roar as the pleasure crashes through me. His tongue slips up, over my pussy and higher still. I gasp when it touches my ass, clenching tight for just a second before the exquisitely filthy feelings of his tongue there makes me open for him.
He groans, pushing his tongue in and out of my tight little asshole as he fingers my pussy, fucking my ass with his tongue. The feeling has me curling my toes and clawing at his desk with my fingers. My cheek presses into the wood, my eyes squeezing shut and my breath coming ragged as this dominant, powerful, fearsome and yet incredible man that I’m falling completely head over heels for makes me feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Like a princess.
Like his princess.
“I want to feel this perfect little cunt tight around my cock,” he growls into my skin. “I want to feel this sweet little princess pussy milk and suck the cum from my balls until I’m filling you to the brim with my seed.”
I’m moaning as he raises up behind me, and I gasp as I feel his huge cock press against my opening. There’s a second of resistance before my slick, eager lips part for him, swallowing him inside as he pushes in. He groans, his big dick stretching me wide as he slides every single inch deep inside of me, until his balls are pressed against my clit and his grooved abdomen is tight to my soft, curved ass.
He draws back, only to rock his hips forward. I cry out, my eyes flying open at this newer, rougher feel of him. He was tender the first time. This time, he’s going to be harder.
And I want him to be.
Jagger groans, grabbing my waist in his hands as he fucks his cock deep inside of me. He moves faster, his thickness stretching me so well and hitting me in the most wonderful places as he fills me again and again. His full balls slap against my clit on every thrust, and when he slides a hand up my spine and grabs a fistful of my hair, I cry out in ecstasy. He tugs my head up, twisting me around so that he can kiss me fiercely as he fucks me with deep, powerful thrusts that rock my whole body forward.
“Feel me deep inside of you, angel,” he groans, his lips right by my ear and his breath hot against the tender skin of my neck. “Do you feel how big and hard you make my cock? Do you feel how deep I am in that sweet candy pussy of yours and how tight and how fucking perfect a fit we are? This little piece of heaven between your legs was made for me to claim. These soft, pink lips were made to stretch around my thick cock and kiss my balls when I slide all the way inside. Your walls were made to squeeze the cum from me until I’m emptying every drop inside of you. And your womb was made for taking my seed.”
I cry out at his words, my whole world blurring at the edges as I feel the climax coming that I know I’m powerless to stop. His thickness fills me again and again, his muscles rippling against me and the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room.
“Take my cum, little sweetness,” Jagger growls into my ear, one hand twisting my nipple and the other tangled in my hair. “Take every single drop of my hot sticky cum inside that sweet little fuck-hole of yours until this sexy little tummy swells up with my child. Now be a good little girl and come for—”
I scream out my orgasm before he even finishes his filthy words. The climax shatters through me, sucking the breath from my lungs and turning me to mush on his desk as he drives in balls-deep and roars out his release. I cry out when I feel the hot blast of his cum pumping like a firehose inside of me. His cock swells up big, and pulses rope after rope of his seed, filling my little pussy to the brim until I can feel his cum spurting out around his cock and dripping obscenely down my thighs.
I’m a puddle across his desk as Jagger gently pulls me up and into his arms, his cock still firmly inside of me. He moves us back and sits back in his chair with me still perched on him.
“Give me your hand, angel,” he purrs.
I do, and he brings it between my own legs.
“Here,” he whispers, pressing my palm against my slick, sticky pussy and the underside of his cock.
“Be a good girl and keep it all inside, okay?”
I nod, whimpering quietly as I feel him groan and pump one more spurt inside of me. Slowly, he raises me up slightly and pulls free of my tight lips. But I do as he says, and the second he’s free, I press my hand to my pussy and squeeze my thighs together.
“Mmm, good girl,” Jagger purrs deeply, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the back of my neck. He pulls me int
o his lap, enveloping me in his arms and making me feel so warm and protected and loved.
“Now keep all of me inside, sweetness,” he growls. “Keep all of that hot cum inside of your little pussy until it takes hold. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I gasp without a second’s hesitation. And it’s true, as insane as I know it sounds. I want him to have just gotten me pregnant. I want that bind to him — that connection to this man that makes me feel like I’ve never felt before.
“Good,” he groans into my skin, kissing me. “Nothing can break this apart now. Nothing will come between us or take away from each other. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I say quietly, turning and kissing him slowly.
“Forever,” I whisper, my heart melting into his chest.
“Forever, sweetness.”
10
Jagger
I wake up abruptly, whirling on instinct to cover the angel sleeping next to me with one arm. My eyes fly open before narrowing fiercely as the sound comes again.
…I’m going to fucking murder whoever it is that’s decided to pound on my bedroom door this morning.
I glance down at Skye, this picture of perfect, untouched, sweet, innocence lying curled up next to me. Her blonde hair frames her face, her brows arched so sweetly as she sleeps, and her soft, pouty lips open just enough to make me wonder how much of my cock I could slide between them before she woke. The thought makes my cock lengthen, and when I think about what I know I’d find under the sheet covering her — a naked little nymph of a body with my cum still sticky between her legs — it throbs even harder.
But that fucking pounding comes again, dragging my thoughts away from her and towards the bedroom door. I step from the bed, tugging on a pair of jeans before stalking towards the door with murder on my mind as the pounding comes once more.
“I swear to God I will cut your fucking dick off and bury you in a fucking hole in the gr—”
I stop when I realize it’s Luka, one of my top generals and best friends. And Luke of all peoples knows my mood when I’m woken up like this, even if I didn’t have Skylar next to me. Which means, this is bad.
The look on his face underscores that, and my own look hardens.
“Tell me,” I growl.
“Code red,” Luke says quietly, his scruffed jaw tight and his dark eyes piercing with a hard look.
Shit.
I go still, my blood chilling in my veins.
“Code red, boss,” Luka repeats, as if I didn’t hear him the first time. I shake my head, clearing it from the momentary freeze. My thinking comes back into focus, my sharpness coming back.
“Fuck,” I snarl.
A code red in my business is all hands on deck. It means the barbarians are at the fucking gate. And by barbarians, I mean the police. Or worse, the goddamn FBI. It means hide the firearms and anything else implicating in the house, not that I have much here anyways. I’ve taken great pains to make sure there’s a stop-gap between me and my dealings, but that doesn’t mean I want the goddamn feds snooping around my house.
“Who?”
“FBI.”
I swear again.
“Okay, get the—”
“The guys are already on it.”
I nod curtly. “Okay, but make sure—”
“Already done, boss.”
I have to grin, even with the seriousness of the moment. There’s a reason Luka’s one of the best men I know.
“I knew you had, uh, company over last night, so I took care of it all before—”
Luka’s starting to try and peek past me at what he probably assumes is some random chick in my bed. He’s not expecting my hand to dart out, grab him by the throat, and slam him back against the doorframe, out of view of my bed.
“Mind your fucking eyes,” I snarl, my muscles tensing and my blood roaring in my ears.
Luka’s brows go up, amused more than scared of me. He’s a rarity like that.
“Whoa, okay, calm down, Jag.”
“It’s not like that.”
His brown furrows. “Wait, is that…”
I nod, and it’s the only communication we need to have on the subject. Like I said, Luka is one of my oldest, best friends aside from being one of my most trusted men. He’s heard all about my obsession with Tommy Jensen’s daughter, and he’s smart enough to put two and two together. He’s also smart enough to recognize the seriousness in my face.
He smiles, nodding slowly at me as he reaches out and claps me on the shoulder.
“This is big for you, Jagger. I’m proud of you.”
“Save the toast for when I get the fucking feds out of my house,” I mutter. “Stall them, I need a minute.”
Luka nods and heads out as I close the door gently and turn back to the bed. Skylar is up, the covers pulled up around her chin and her big blue eyes wide.
“What’s going on?”
I tense my jaw as I move to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing a lock of her hair out of her face. Fuck, I’ve just gotten her, and of all days, this is the one the feds come knocking. I know I’m trying to turn our organization around and get out of the really bad stuff, but I’ve also done enough terrible shit in my day to go away for a long fucking time if this plays out wrong.
The injustice of it stabs me in the gut. Like I said, I just found her, and losing her so quickly would be the greatest hell on earth.
“What’s going on, Jagger?” she says quietly.
“Stay in here,” I growl. “No matter what you hear, just stay in here, okay?”
She sits up suddenly, her mouth going small and her face going white as she shakes her head.
“No…”
“The FBI is here,” I say gently. Like I said, I won’t lie to her.
Her eyes go wide.
“Are you in trouble?”
My jaw tenses. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
“You can’t go away,” she says fiercely, throwing her arms around me and burying her face in my bare chest. “I can’t lose you!”
My heart tears inside, my face squeezing up tight as I bury it in her hair.
“You won’t lose me, sweetness,” I growl hoarsely. “Not ever and certainly not today.”
“I can’t,” she whispers into my skin.
“And you won’t, beautiful,” I say quietly. I reach down and tilt her head up with a finger on her chin before I move in and kiss her, slowly.
“Not today, that’s for damn sure.” I kiss her again. “Look, just stay here.”
“No, I’ll be by your side.”
God, I love her for saying that. Beauty, brains, and brawn. And she’d do it too, I know it. For all her youth and innocence, and how new she is to all of this, she’d go out there and stand by my side in front of the damn FBI, and I know it.
But I can’t have that.
“I can’t let you do that, sweetness,” I shake my head. “I need you to stay here because I need to be able to focus.”
“I can’t just say in this room while you go out there!”
“For me, angel,” I growl. “Please. With you out there, my head won’t be in the right place because all I’ll be thinking about is you. It will affect my thoughts and judgement. Understand?”
Slowly, she nods before she hugs me fiercely.
“Trust me,” I whisper into her hair. “There’s no power on heaven, hell, or earth that could pull me away from you.”
11
Jagger
Agent fucking Tanner.
The grey-haired, mustached, pot-bellied FBI agent stands smugly in my living room, glancing around at my vaulted ceilings, at my glass walls with million-dollar views of the Pacific. At my wealth and power.
Fuck this asshole for being here today. I’ve paid Agent Tanner a small fortune in bribes for years now. And for him to be the one to show up here today, besides the fact that my money should have warranted a heads-up call, makes me furious.
“What are you doing here, Tanner?” I
hiss, my arms crossing over my bare chest.
Agent Tanner shakes his head. “I don’t want to be, Jagg—”
“Mr. Kovac,” I spit, giving him a withering look, which does exactly as intended. Agent Tanner is a grade-A pussy, which is exactly why it’s him who’s been my inside guy all these years.
He nods quickly, seeing that I’m not going to bullshit around with familiarity right now.
“And I’m sure you don’t want to be here if you want your donations to keep coming,” I growl under my breath.
This time, he shakes his head.
“It’s bigger than me,” he hisses. “You fucked up big this time.”
The scowl deepens on my face as I mentally try and take stock of my recent business dealings, and anyway I might have left myself open. But no, I never do, and I didn’t. I never leave myself open.
“What is it?” I snap.
I glance past him and see other FBI agents and the local police outside, going through my damn trash. Another team kicks in the side-door to my kitchen, probably scaring old Mrs. Karper, my cook, half to death.
“The fuck are you doing here?” I hiss.
“Our arrangement,” Tanner growls back. “You said it yourself, I look away if you get the family out of the girls and the drugs, and all that shit.”
“And I have,” I spit back.
“Don’t lie to me, Jagger.”
I swear to God, I almost wind back and hit him in the fucking face. In fact, my hand goes back before Luka is there to hold me back.
“Easy, boss,” he mutters.
Tanner gives me a cold look.