by Jordan Marie
“What if I say no?”
“You might say no, but your body says yes. It always tells Daddy yes, doesn’t it?” He groans, taking my mouth again.
There goes that word. Daddy. Sensations fire through me, that have nothing to do with the kiss and everything to do with that word. Why does he use it? Why, when he uses it, does this knot curl in my stomach and heat flush my body. I shouldn’t like it…should I? But…God…I do. It feels dark, forbidden, and hot. It feels like he wants things from me I never envisioned giving another man.
I watch helplessly as his free hand goes to the shirt I’m wearing. His warm, abrasive hand rests under it, lying flat on my stomach. My skin instantly heats, a ripple of awareness or need trembles through me. I know he felt it by the way those full lips of his curl into a smile. I wish I could wipe the look of victory off his face, but that would be stupid, because I want him to win.
“Want something, baby?” he asks. I rub my lips together to moisten them. His thumb comes up and brushes along the corner, finding the faint trace of blood I know must be there. “This won’t do. I can’t have you hurting yourself,” he whispers. “Tell me the words, Bree. Tell Daddy what you want,” he urges me. His eyes, the expression on his face, and the way he’s caressing my lips, are all drugging me.
“I want your cock,” I tell him—giving him what I know he wants. In response, he surprises me by stepping back. I know the confusion is written all over my face, it has to be. At least it is until he pulls his club cut off followed by his shirt. I’m frozen watching him.
Jax’s body is a work of art. It’s chiseled and lean with a rock hard six pack that would make the models on any of those romance book covers beg for mercy. But, he’s not like them. He’s not a model. He’s not a pretty-boy. He’s all man. I’ve admired it before, but again I’m drawn to the covering of hair on his body. Thicker on his chest, thinning somewhat as it goes down his stomach, and disappearing under the waist of his jeans. It’s got touches of gray peppered through it and somehow, that makes him appear even sexier. Everything about him, calls to everything in me.
“Take your clothes off Bree,” he demands.
I think about arguing, but I don’t want him to change his mind. I’ve wanted to belong to this man since the first time we met. No. Since the first time I spotted him across the room. My hands are shaky as I undress. My shirt goes first. Cool air hits my body, but I’m way too heated, and the result is a delicious chill running along my upper body. I can feel my nipples harden—almost painfully, through my bra. I leave my bra on, I’m not that brave, just yet. Instead, I concentrate on kicking off my shoes and pulling my socks off.
My eyes are glued to Jax who has already undressed, except for his jeans and the zipper on those has been undone. The hair that I was admiring on his chest is visible somewhat through the zipper of his jeans, and I lick my lips in anticipation remembering what he’s hiding. We don’t talk, the only sounds are our mingled breaths echoing in the room. The slightly erratic sound of his, that tells me he’s as excited as I am, is the sole reason why I’m able to push my fear aside and undo my jeans. I’m standing in front of him wearing nothing save my bra and panties. They’re not made to seduce—though slightly better than the first ones he’s seen me in. They’re cotton, a red and green plaid trimmed in black. I really need to go shopping. But, when I hear Jax’s sharp intake of breath, my eyes jerk up to his, and what I see there steals my breath. Desire. Hot. Rabid…molten…and it’s all for me.
“I ever tell you about this fantasy I have Bree?” he asks.
“N…no.”
“You just get out of class. You’re wearing knee high socks and the shortest fucking skirt I’ve seen in my lifetime,” he tells me, as if he’s describing the weather, except his voice has dropped into that deep timbre he uses when he’s horny. He begins pushing his pants down, his cock literally bouncing as it springs free of his clothing. “The skirt is the same material as that bra you’re wearing. You’re walking in front of me and the cheeks of your ass can be seen with every step you take, and you were a bad girl that day, because you didn’t bother to wear anything under that skirt.”
“What do you do?” I ask him, no longer looking at his face. No. My eyes are glued to his hand which is moving slowly on the shaft of his cock. I’ve been curious. I’ve wanted to know how Jax got the club name Shaft. He hasn’t told me but it should be because he has the most beautiful cock ever made. I haven’t seen many. But surely, there can’t be a better one than his. It’s thick and long, and should scare me to death, but it doesn’t. He’s got these large veins that press out that look so hard, I wonder if it’s painful. The head shines a darker hue, and as he strokes I can literally see the pre-cum bubble from the small crease. My tongue snakes out against my lips, wishing I could taste it too.
“Daddy’s girl has to be punished for going to school like that.”
“I do?”
“Definitely. You can’t be out with nothing hiding that sweet little pussy from other men. It’s all mine now.”
“It is,” I tell him, dropping to my knees without even realizing it. He’s right there in front of me, and I just need one small taste. “How do you punish me?” I ask, leaning into his cock, hoping he will feed it to me.
“You try to run from me, but I don’t let you. I’ll never let you get away from me. Do you know why, Bree?” he asks, still stroking himself, and standing close enough that I can literally smell his pre-cum even if he won’t let me taste it yet. I watch as the thick liquid beads on his head and then slides down to be devoured by his hand as he strokes himself.
“Because I’m Daddy’s little girl?” I whisper, lost in this fantasy he wraps around us. Lost in the way he’s stroking himself. I watch as a bead of pre-cum runs off the head and follows a large, throbbing vein down the shaft. I can’t stand it anymore. I slide over on the floor the small space that separates us and catch the drop on my tongue, before it disappears. It’s just a small taste, but I moan as it hits me, flattening my tongue and licking up his shaft—needing more.
“Fuck yeah baby,” Jax growls, “You’re all mine,” he growls as my tongue laps along the head of his cock. He holds it still for me, and I let my tongue push into that crevice, seeking out more of him—needing it as I need air to breathe. “Jesus, always so fucking eager for me,” he growls, his hand fisting in my hair. He tugs on the roots, a sharp burst of pain trembles through my body as I feel even more wetness gather along the inside of my thighs. There’s nothing that Jax does to me that doesn’t leave me hungry for more. “You’re such a bad little girl. I should make you suck my cock and drain him dry.”
“God, yes,” I moan, but the words come out garbled and end on a hum of pleasure, because he shoves his cock in my mouth right where I want it.
“But that would be rewarding you for being bad wouldn’t it, baby. Cause you love sucking Daddy’s cock.” I don’t answer, but the way I’m sliding up and down on him, definitely does. He tastes so good, and I love the way I can feel his dick throb on my tongue as I suck on him. When he uses the hold he has on my hair to pull me away, I cry out in protest, needing more and pissed off he’s trying to keep me from it.
“Jax!” I plead, his name a prayer on my lips.
“You wanted to know how I punished you, remember Bree?” he asks, and I do, but I wanted to take his cock to the back of my throat and give him pleasure.
When we did that before, I never felt more powerful, more desired, and I want that feeling again. I want to see that desire erupt in him and know that I’m the woman giving it to him.
“Stand up,” he barks, and I want to protest, but when I look up at him, I see the hunger on his face. His hunger…for me. He’s as much a prisoner to our attraction as I am.
I stand on shaky legs, clenching my pussy as I feel a spasm of need move through my body. I’m so wet, I’m pretty sure he can tell it just from looking. My nipples are so hard, they feel like they’re trying to cut through my bra and t
he feel of the fabric against them is almost torture.
“It’s time Daddy shows you exactly what happens when you’re bad,” he growls, picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom as if I don’t weigh anything. I hold onto him, leaning up to bury my face in the curve of his neck. Kissing the pulse point I find there and stretching further so I can nibble on the lobe of his ear.
“Yes, Daddy, show me,” I tell him feeling a tremor shoot through his body. He’s not going to stop. Finally, I’m going to belong to Jax in every way possible.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jax
It’s official. I’ve fucking lost it, but I don’t give a damn. When Bree whispers in my ear and calls me Daddy, I can literally feel my balls tighten. Jesus Christ, I’ve never been this hot before. I don’t know what it is, but with Bree, everything is different. It’s better, it’s more intense, and it means everything. I should be shot for binding her to me like this, and hell, I might be when her grandfather and the rest of the world find out. It’s not going to stop me though. I’m taking her.
All thought stops when the little wildcat burrows down against my chest and takes my nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. I feel her tongue curl around the tip, the sucking increasing and then she captures it between her teeth. I moan as she clamps down, and I can’t stop cum from leaking out of my cock. If I don’t make her stop, I’m going to lose it before I ever get inside of her, and that’s never going to work. I want in that tight little pussy more than I want my next breath.
I make it to the edge of the bed and set her on the ground. She still has my nipple, her head and body bent, refusing to let go. I wrap my hand in her hair again pulling her back up to face me. I refuse to come early like some wet-behind-the ears boy, getting his first taste of pussy—no matter how much she tempts me.
“Bend over the bed, Bree,” I order her. She looks at me pouting, her eyes heavy lidded, and her body heated a light pink. Gorgeous. Mine. She swallows, and again, I’m stuck watching the motion of her throat. Nervously, she licks her lips, but then nods her head in acceptance. She turns around, and I let go of her hair to let her. For a second, I do nothing more than look at her. Her back is delicate, sexy on its own. There’s little dark marks dashed around here and there. I’ve heard some of the girls call them beauty marks and on Bree they definitely are. I’m going to spend hours memorizing where they are and using my fingers to connect them.
I quickly unlatch her bra, rudely yanking it away from her body, not liking that it’s keeping one of those marks from me. I smile as I reveal it, having only been able to see it disappear behind a strap before. I reach down and kiss it, letting my tongue caress it, thinking this one is my favorite—at least, for now.
“Jax?” she asks, her voice shaking. In answer, I place my hand flat on the small of her back and gently push. Bree immediately leans over, bracing herself on the bed. I pet her in reward. Letting my hands slide along her naked back, moving along her sides, using my fingers to tease against her stomach, and trace the way her hips flare out. Just enjoying her body, because even that is telling.
My dark hand, worn from hours and hours in the sun, against that smooth pale white complexion. My hand scarred up and tatted, her skin virginal…just like the rest of her. She’ll wear my name on her skin too. Low and on her back so that when I bend her over and fuck her, I’ll see it. When we’re out and her shirt rides up every other motherfucker will see it and know she’s mine. I let my fingers drift over the area and vow that it will be done. Only then do I allow my eyes to go to her ass.
Bree has an amazing ass. It curves out into this perfect bubble. It’s thick in all the right places, but fits her body completely. Each hand finds a cheek, and I squeeze. My eyes close as I imagine fucking her from behind, this luscious ass cushioning me each time I slam inside of her body. Christ almighty.
“Do you still want to know how Daddy punished you for wearing so little to school?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her body stretching, her voice sounding like she’s purring.
I yank her underwear down quickly. I expected shyness from Bree. Maybe it’s because she’s not facing me, or maybe she’s as worked up as I am, but she steps out of them, kicking them away eagerly.
My hands go back to massaging her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, and looking at the virgin entrance there. I’m taking that someday too. There won’t be a part of Bree that I don’t own. I lean over her, and my dick immediately pushes against her soaked pussy. I shudder as her juice coats my cock. Holy hell she’s so wet. It takes all I have not to push inside of her and take her cherry now. I can’t do that. I want to see her face the first time my cock is inside of her. I want this time to be different from any other I’ve ever had with a woman. My fingers slide into her hair again, unable to stop myself. I twist them in those long locks, forcing her head back. I find her ear, biting into it. Immediately her body spasms in response. Why does everything about her and the way she reacts make me feel like a fucking king?
“I pushed you up against a school bus and spanked that sweet ass until it was red with my hand print,” I growl, slapping her ass now, like I have in that fucking dream so many damned times before.
“Jax…”
“That’s not the words you were crying out, Bree,” I tell her, connecting with her ass again. My eyes are drawn to the handprint I’m leaving behind each time. Delicious.
“Jax!” She cries out again, her ass bucking back into me, when I pause before the next one. She needs this almost as much as I do.
“What were you crying out, Bree? Tell me,” I urge her, knowing she will understand. She doesn’t fail me.
“Daddy,” she huffs out, her breathing hard and erratic. “Oh God, I was begging you. Spank me harder, Daddy,” she whimpers, her entire body moving, as she tries to grind without anything for that sweet pussy to cling to. She’s going to go up in flames when I finally get inside her. “Jax…I need to come,” she whimpers. “Daddy, please let me come,” she adds as her body trembles beneath me.
I pull her back up, turning her to face me. Her eyes are dilated, her body on the brink of climax. I’ve never seen a woman more primed. Pride burns through me. Like a fucking king.
“I’ll take care of you, sweet Bree. Daddy will always take care of you,” I promise with a growl, letting my hand dip between her legs so my fingers can push through her cream. She’s so wet, the inside of her thighs are painted with it. The minute she feels my fingers there, that greedy pussy tries to latch onto them. Her muscles clamp down on them, and I can feel how they immediately begin to spasm. One movement from me, one well-placed pinch on that swollen clit, that is practically vibrating and she’d go off like fireworks. I’m right there with her and as tempting as it is to let her come and get this part over quick before I claim her virginity, I can’t.
I back up against the bed, changing positions and slowly lower to it, bringing her with me. She feels amazing stretched out on top of me. Her body heated and soft; better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. I shift us so that we’re sitting up, looking at each other. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. I’ve never been a woman’s first lover before. I never wanted that. Until Bree. Now, it’s all I want. I comb her hair gently, and then her shoulders. I let my fingers drift over her face, a face that haunts me…that owns me.
“I don’t know any way for this not to hurt, Bree. But, I promise you, if you just hold onto me. It will get better,” I try to assure her, hoping like hell that I’m telling her the truth.
“I know, Jax. I’m ready. I want to belong to you,” she tells me, almost shyly. Her hands move over my shoulders and face, much like mine did on her moments before and nothing has ever felt so sweet. I lay back against the pillow, moving her so that she’s sitting astride me. Her pussy almost scalds my dick with its wet heat. She looks around, confused, not expecting this position and reacting unsure.
“Shh…” I tell her trying to quieten her fears. “We’re going to do this slow, and
you’re in control.”
“I’m in control?” Her face is a mirror of shock and elation.
“Exactly that. Now rise up on your knees,” I instruct and she does as I ask. “Wrap your hand around my cock, Bree,” I tell her, and Christ, the minute she does, I want to come. It takes more control than I ever knew I had not to, especially when she shyly strokes me. “None of that, baby. I’m close to the edge, and when I come it’s going to be in that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Jax… I’m not…I mean…I’m not on birth control,” she whispers. “We need to wear…you need protection,” she whispers and she’s absolutely right. I do. I’ve never gone without a glove before. I wrap my dick up tight every damn time. Yet, for the first time in my life, I don’t want to. I want Bree with nothing between us. When I take her for the first time I want skin against skin. I don’t want a damn thing between us.
“I’m clean, Bree. I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom ever.”
“But…a baby…”
“I don’t want nothing between us Bree. I need it to be my dick you feel for the first time, not some fucking latex.”
“I want that too,” she admits.
“Whatever the consequences, we’ll face them together okay? I’ll take you to the clinic, and we’ll get you on birth control if you want. Whatever you want, but I need this from you now,” I tell her like an asshole. I have no intention of letting her go on birth control. I want her pregnant with my child. I want her stomach stretched with my baby. The thought alone makes my dick jerk in her soft hold.
“Okay,” she whispers, and though I can still hear how unsure she is, I want to scream in victory.
“Now, lower down on my cock baby. Take me inside of you.”
She does and the minute the head of my dick slides into her, I know I’m not prepared. She’s unlike anything or anyone. Fuck, it almost feels like my first time. She’s so damned tight and her muscles are already milking me. Bree takes me in a little further. I watch her face. She’s so ready that I’m sliding in easy, but I know I’m stretching her tight little passage.