by Jordan Marie
“For misbehaving. Now lean over the bed, pull your legs apart and brace yourself with your hands.”
She looks at me for a minute, as if undecided. Her eyes watch mine closely. Then she moves around me to obey my command. Once she’s bent over the bed, with her ass sticking out, tempting me even more, I kick off my pants the rest of the way off. Then I drop to my knees behind her. I let my hands caress her legs, stroking as if I’m praising them. I turn so that my back is braced by the footboard of the bed and when I look up under Bree, my view is nothing but her sweet pussy and the glistening wetness marring her thighs. All for me…All mine. I reach up latching my hands on each of her hips and pulling her down to my face. Her body goes stiff in shock and she tries to resist. I give a slight slap on the cheek of her ass.
“What…”
“Sit on my face, sweet Bree. Give Daddy what he wants,” I growl, my fingers tightening into her skin so much I know it has to cause her pain. It may even bruise her. Fuck. I want it to. I want my marks all over her sweet little virgin body. I want anyone that sees her to know she’s owned by a man. A man who would fucking kill them if they touch her.
She does as I ask, but I can tell by her movements that she’s unsure. It’s okay. Soon she’ll be lost to everything but sensation and riding my face until she comes. I use my tongue to slide along the inside of the lips that shield her from me. I take one hand from her hip so I can pull her pussy lips apart and gain better access.
The second her taste hits me, all thought of going slow is over. There’s no way to describe how she tastes. She bursts on my tongue and as I swallow her down, I know it’s a taste I will need for the rest of my life.
I concentrate on her clit. It’s already jerking against my tongue—pulsating with need. I suck the sensitive skin into my mouth, holding it tightly, teasing it, and pulling on it, as if I’m going to release it and then sucking it all the way back in, ultimately mimicking what my cock will be doing someday. Someday soon.
Her once stiff movements begin to soften as her body picks up a rhythm as old as time. She’s a natural, and I can’t wait to show her everything her body can do. She pushes down against me, using my face to force friction against her pussy. I move my finger to her clit, holding it, while rubbing it back and forth with tight pressure. Her whimpers above me grow louder. Her sweet juice is running thick, coating my face. I can’t believe how wet she is. Bree was made to be fucked. God, even though she’s a virgin, as wet as she is, I know my cock could slide right in. She’s killing me.
I stiffen my tongue and thrust it inside, fucking her with it, grinding her pussy down on me with even more force than she’s using. Above me she’s crying, calling my name—sounding desperate.
“Play with your tits, Bree.”
I can sense her hesitation. “Do as I tell you,” I growl against her clit, and in reward she clamps hard on my face. I move my hand down, sliding it through her cream.
Once I get my fingers covered, I seek out my cock, slickening my shaft with her arousal. I pump my hand up and down my length, imagining it replacing my tongue in her pussy. I suck her clit hard in my mouth and twist it.
I pump and stroke my dick in sync with my tongue as it devours her juicy pussy.
She shatters.
And I nearly explode.
The orgasm barrels through her and it’s my name that she’s screaming. She’s so loud I figure my neighbors might call the cops. Turns out, Bree is not a quiet girl when fucked and damn if I don’t love her even more for it. In fact, I think I will make it my goal to make her strip her vocal cords screaming my name. She tries to twist away from me, the pleasure too much, but I hold her tight, not letting her deny me and not stopping until she comes again and again, exhausted and begging for mercy.
My reward is licking her clean and promising myself that she’ll never get away.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bree
I’m completely weightless when Jax finally lets me rest. I come close to falling, except he’s holding me up. Slowly, he maneuvers me so that I’m sitting across his lap. His hard cock is hot against my ass—so hard that it causes my insides to quiver. I’m completely wore out, but the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against my ass almost makes me interested in more. Instead, I moan. Jax pulls me so that my head rests on his chest. His fingers comb through my hair. I’ve never been treated gently in my life. Never. But, right now, Jax makes me feel like someone special. Someone cherished. Maybe that’s normal after sex. I’ve never experienced it before, so I couldn’t say. Right now however, I’m going to pretend that what we’re sharing is special. When he kisses the top of my head, I don’t stop the sigh that moves through my lips.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Better than okay,” I mumble against his neck, kissing it, sucking his salty skin between my teeth.
When he moves to get up, I groan in protest. I try to slide off his lap so he can get up without my added extra weight. He doesn’t let me. Jax grabs me close to him, not letting me move and stands up like it’s nothing. That simple fact makes me feel happy inside. To me it’s proof that I picked the right man to give myself to. Carrying me back to the couch, he lays me on the cushions. I panic, thinking he’s planning on leaving me alone. He grabs an afghan and covers me with it, gently. Placing a kiss on my forehead.
He starts to turn away from me and I grab his hand. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to change the sheets on the bed before you lay on them.”
“I could—”
“It’s my job to take care of you. That’s what I’m doing. You relax. I’ll get this done and take a shower and come back and get you. Your job is to find some way to explain why you won’t be home tonight, because you are not leaving here,” he growls, sending chills running over my body, and the parts of me I swore he completely exhausted start to come to life with just the rumble in his voice.
“Shower? But…”
“A very cold shower,” he says dryly. I can’t help but look down noticing his hard cock jutting out towards me. Tingly awareness inside me brings everything female within me roaring to life. I want that… I want everything he has to give me. A voice inside my brain screams, ‘It’s mine!’
“Let me take care…” I start to offer when he cuts me off.
“No,” he commands, leaving no room for argument, but I try anyway.
“Jax, I want to…”
“To?” he asks and there’s this smile on his face. Satisfied…Arrogant. I’d complain, but it’s a really good look for him.
“To…” I deadpan.
“Say it, baby. Give me the words.” Jax is all hot and demanding.
I look at him, my cheeks turning from pink to a red glow. “To make you come.”
“You will, when it’s time.”
“It looks like it’s time…now,” I argue.
He blows out a breath, his face contorted almost as if he’s physically in pain. “I’m not taking your pussy right now. I told you that.”
“Then I could…you know?” I tell him. His smile deepens and his eyes darken with laughter, but it doesn’t feel like he’s making fun of me. He’s happy.
“I know…what, exactly?”
“I could use my mouth, like you did,” I tell him, fighting down my blush and failing. He studies me, his smile slowly fading. He walks towards me, his dick bouncing with each step. I try not to get lost in staring at it, but again…I fail.
“Have you done that before, Bree?”
“Done what?” I ask, still hypnotized by his cock. I’ve seen a few before. I mean it’s the age of the internet. I’ve never seen one in person though, and even if I had, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t measure up to Jax.
“Have you ever sucked a man off?” he growls, and I must have been really concentrating on his dick. So much that I didn’t realize it was getting closer and closer. When he grabs the back of my hair and pulls my eyes up to his, I know, however. Gone is the easy look and smi
le on his face. Now, he looks vitally alive, electric even.
“What’s wrong?” I ask confused, not sure why he seems…angry.
“Have those sweet cherry lips of yours been wrapped around another man’s cock before?” his voice is so deep and the words practically rip from his throat.
“Are you serious?” I ask, starting to realize the thought angers him. That doesn’t exactly make sense. I mean, I might be young, but even I know he’s been with other women. In fact…
He glares at me, nostrils flaring. “Answer the question, Bree.”
“Why are you changing the sheets?” I ask him, totally going with a hunch. Something flashes across his face, not an emotion, but maybe shock.
“I haven’t been here in forever, they’re dirty. Now answer my question,” he growls, the tone vibrating through me.
“This couch isn’t exactly clean,” I continue to argue. Excitement spreading inside my body.
“Are you questioning me, Bree?” he asks, bending even further down. His hand moves from my hair to my neck, and he pulls my face closer to him, while keeping a firm hold on me. Maybe I should be afraid. There’s adrenaline running through my veins. It’s churning and drumming inside of me, making my heart beat faster, making my face heat, and anticipation spreads through me. It’s not fear though. It’s excitement.
“Maybe.” I smirk.
“Answer my question, first,” he says, his voice and face stern. It might be my imagination but I think his eyes are softer though.
“No. I haven’t done that before,” I tell him, giving in.
“Done that?” he presses daring me to say the words.
“Used my mouth on anyone before. I haven’t wanted to until now.”
“Good girl. Now give Daddy a kiss before I go shower and clean up,” he says with a smile, and I can’t help but hang up on that word again. Daddy. He’s said it a couple times now. I shouldn’t like it. I really shouldn’t. Yet, every time he says it I get this funny feeling in my stomach, and my heart stops and then it feels like it tumbles in my chest. As wrong as it is…with Jax…I like it.
“You didn’t tell me why you’re changing the sheets,” I push, not even bothering to hide the happiness on my face. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but Jax was jealous about the idea of another man near me. Me!
“Because, brat, there might have been another woman here before, and I don’t want anything to do with her, touching you. Including the sheets.”
I celebrated too quickly. I knew—or at least I was pretty sure, why Jax wanted to change the sheets, but hearing him say that, causes jealousy to fire all the way through me. I don’t like it. I don’t like the idea of Jax with anyone else.
My face falls as my victory is swept from under me. “Was she special?”
“Bree,” he sighs, a look of frustration coming out on his face. He brings his hand to his forehead, rubbing the crease above his right eyebrow in aggravation. He doesn’t want to tell me. That means something. It has to.
Regret, jealousy, and hurt curl in my stomach. I shouldn’t react, because whoever she was has nothing to do with here and now, but the emotion is still there, and there’s nothing I can do to change how I feel.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have asked. Go clean up,” I tell him, trying to keep the wobble out of my voice, because for some reason, I feel the urge to cry.
“Jesus,” he growls, but it doesn’t sound like anger. Especially by the delicate way he pulls me into his lap, afghan and all. Which is kind of a shame because it shields his cock from me. I want to cry and his dick is the last thing I should be thinking of. I try to hide my face from him, afraid of what he might see, but as soon as he gets me settled, his hand goes back to my neck, and he holds my face so I can’t get away from him. “When a woman gives her body to you, that makes them special. A man isn’t a man if he doesn’t respect that.”
Ouch. Message clear. I’m not unique I’m just one in a line. That’s a slap in the face for sure. I jerk away from him, wanting away…just needing distance from him to regroup. Maybe he’s right. I’m too young for this—at least emotionally, because I can’t imagine doing what we did with any other person but Jax. On that note, I pull myself up, intent on finding my clothes and leaving.
Leaving, Jax.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jax
I see the jealousy flair in Bree’s eyes. It makes me happy. Has she already claimed me too? She’s being unreasonable however. I need to nip that before it starts. I want her to be possessive of me, because she’s mine, even if claiming her seals my death warrant. But fuck, I’ve got over twenty years on her. She’s got to get used to the fact that there were other women before her.
She jerks, trying to get away from me. I’m on the floor and pull her down on my lap. I clamp down on her hips, keeping her still. Something about Bree, makes me love to cuddle her on my lap, holding her close to me, having her head against my chest, and her ass in my lap. It’s where I’d keep her all the time if I could get away with it.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need to get up from here. I need to go to the restroom,” she huffs, doing her best to avoid my face.
“What you need to do is settle your ass down,” I gripe wanting to spank her ass and kiss her at the same time.
She tenses. “Let me up.”
“Bree, I’m warning you.” I know she’s upset but she’s gotta learn.
“I want up!” her voice screeches.
“If you don’t stop acting like a child…”
“You’ll what? That’s what I am according to you. A child. I need to go to the restroom! That’s not being childish.”
“Unless you’re using it as an excuse,” I call her out on the bullshit. I’m a man. I don’t play childish games.
“An excuse? You’re crazy,” she says, doing her best to appear innocent and failing.
“I don’t think I am. I think you’re acting like a baby all because you don’t like the idea of me with other women.”
She shakes her head, her hair falling over her shoulder, and I fight the urge to brush it away. “I think you’re full of yourself.”
“Maybe. But tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong,” she huffs, anger flaring in her eyes and her cheeks flushed.
“You’re lying,” I tell her with a grin, and why the fuck I’m grinning I have no explanation except…Bree.
“You’re insufferable,” she grumbles, finally giving up on trying to get away from me.
“Kiss me, Bree.”
“I don’t want to,” she says trying to twist her face away from me, and that’s one lie I can’t let her get away with. I put my hand on her neck, holding her head still and bringing her lips closer to me. Her eyes are still shooting daggers at me, and just to prove what a bastard I am, I’m enjoying it.
“Give me your lips.”
“Why should I?”
“Because you want my lips on you. You want my kiss, and more than that you want to make me happy.”
“You’re full of yourself.”
“Soon, you’ll be full of me too,” I tell her, grinning at the way her eyes dilate, as she catches on to what I mean. I let my fingers stroke softly against the skin on her neck. I lean into her ear, let my tongue run against the shell of it and then toy with the lobe. Her body shivers in my arms, but the whimper she lets out could drive me to my knees. “That’s right baby. Soon, I’m going to slide my cock inside of you.”
“Jax, I…” her voice comes out weak, hungry even.
“I’m dying just imagining how wet and slick you’ll be for my cock. I want to thrust into you over and over. Do you want that baby? Do you want my cock inside of you, stretching you to fit me?”
“I thought you had to take a shower,” she says, her voice husky and full of desire.
“Answer the question, Bree.”
“You really are obnoxiously bossy.”
“You have no idea. But quit stalling.
Give, Daddy what he wants, and I’ll shower while you figure out how to explain to Tucker that you’re not coming home tonight.” She sighs but there’s a slight smile on her lips when she finally gives me what I want.
“Yes. Okay? Yes. I want all of that and more. It seems pretty clear to me, but then I’m not the one denying us right now,” she says, and there it is. That sweet, bashful look on her face, but her sentence is delivered with a saltiness that makes my fingers itch to spank her ass.
“Salty…”
“You know that’s a weird thing to say to a woman, don’t you?”
“Babe, let’s be honest. I’m forty years old. I’m a biker, and I am who I am. I’m not about to change now. I’m too fucking set in my ways. You seem so fucking sweet at times you make my teeth ache, and then all at once you throw something in my face, surprising me,” I confess.
“Still…I mean, it’s not really what a woman imagines her man will say to her. It’s not how she wants her man to think of her.”
“You’re looking at it wrong. Have you ever had caramel that’s so fucking good it melts in your mouth and makes you moan just from the taste?”
“Yeah…”
“That’s definitely you, and after eating out that sweet little pussy of yours, I know just how true that is,” I tell her, and I want to laugh when she squirms in my lap blushing. I’ve never been around a woman like her in my life. She’s soft, delicate, and untouched. In my world that’s unheard of. It brings out urges in me I’ve never experienced before. An urge to claim, to protect, and shield her from the rest of the world.
“Jax...” I love it when she says my name.
“But it’s still a one dimensional thing… but salted caramel…You get the sweet, soft and delicious taste. But, the salt brings another side out. And somehow a fantastic thing, gets even better. That’s you, Bree. Sweet, salty, flavorful, but always surprising.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“You can call me salty anytime you want,” she says deadly serious, which for some reason makes me laugh out loud again and kiss her lips. Then I forget what we are talking about. I forget everything, but the taste of her lips and the softness of them against mine. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth teasing it with my teeth, while letting my tongue brush against her delicate skin. I’ve never been one to do a lot of kissing. There’s more important things to do with a woman. But, with Bree, I’m pretty sure I could spend days doing nothing but kissing her.