“God! Please,” I begged, on the verge of happy tears. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me; there was nothing I wanted more.
“Patience, Little One.”
Fuck his patience, he could take his patience and shove it up his dick hole as a cork to see how it felt not being able to orgasm when you wanted.
Continuing the torture, I watched the veins in Jett’s neck pop as he tried to hold onto the little control he had left. I could see the moment he cracked, when I moved my hips just at the right time when his cock was close to my hole, allowing him in just enough. With a growl sprouting from his chest, he dropped down over me and thrust his cock inside.
“Fuck!” I screamed, trying to keep my arms above my head, but wanting to wrap them around him.
He filled me perfectly, to the point where I didn’t think he could go any deeper, but with a tilt of my hips, he did. He found that one spot that could make me shake my leg and start spewing obscenities. With each stroke, he hit the spot and made the orgasm that was slowly building up come forward like a tidal wave.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I told him, not being able to hold on too long.
“Me too,” he grunted, surprising me. The man always lasted longer than this.
His lips found mine once again and our tongues met in the middle. I was lost in him and before I knew it, my body was shaking uncontrollably as we both came at the same time, chests bumping against each other and lungs gasping for any kind of air to help the beating of our hearts.
There’s something to say about delayed gratification and all the wait and pent up anger…it was worth it, because right now, I had Jett wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest just after giving me one of the most explosive orgasms of my life.
Once our hearts grew steadier, Jett pulled us both under the covers and made sure I was pressed tightly against his chest. My fingers danced across his skin as his hand ran through my hair, playing with the individual strands. The sweet gesture had my eyes shutting instantly, calming everything in my body that had been disrupted. This was all I never needed.
I rubbed my cheek against his chest and said, “You didn’t ask me if I was here to submit to you.”
He kissed the top of my head and said, “I know.”
“Why not?”
“Because, you’re mine now, Goldie, forever. That means I don’t ever have to ask you again.”
“Oh,” I replied, as butterflies did somersaults in my stomach.
I was his, forever.
28
“Just Give Me A Reason”
Goldie
Oh, sweet Jesus, I was sore. I didn’t think Jett was that hard on me but now that I lay in bed with the sun shining on my face, I could feel every sore inch of my body from the multiple ways Jett took me last night. The man was relentless once I gave him the green light. He took me in bed, up against the wall, on the floor, in the shower…I don’t think there was one piece of my room that Jett hadn’t pushed me up against and fucked me blindsided.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, as I flopped to the side, looking for a warm body to snuggle into, but coming up short when I was met with cold blankets.
My eyes opened just as my pupils told me to F-off from the bright sun. I felt around, but there was no hot and sexy man next to me. It wasn’t a dream; I knew that.
Slightly panicked, I forced my eyes open and looked around the room. My lamp was still on the ground, my clothes were on the floor, lotion was smeared on the nightstand, and one of my heels was hanging off the curtain rod…oh, yeah. I smiled to myself as I thought about my heel. I am just so classy.
The one thing that I did notice that gave me hope was Jett’s clothes that were still folded up to the side. He was still here.
Giddy, I wrapped my robe around my body, not bothering with any other clothes, and opened the door to my room. The smell of coffee greeted me, pulling me to the kitchen. The door was closed, but I could hear voices on the other side, so I made sure my robe was extra tight and then swung the door open.
Standing together were Jett, Diego, and Blane, all shirtless, wearing various types of pants, except for Jett, who was in his briefs still, holding cups of coffee and grinning at me like they were posing for a calendar.
All they needed was Kace and the whole room would spontaneously combust from too much sexy. Seeing all of them side by side was too much for one horny pussy to handle. Yes, Jett took care of me last night, but my lady bit was insatiable, since she’d been out of commission for a while.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to come give me a good morning kiss?” Jett asked with a smirk over his coffee cup.
“Actually, I was going to give Diego a good morning kiss,” I answered defiantly, as I walked toward Diego, who straightened up from leaning on the counter and held out his arms.
I was moments from falling into his open arms when Jett pulled on me and led me into his territory. His chest was heated as it pressed against me and his arm wrapped around my body, claiming me as his.
Whispering in my ear, Jett leaned over and said, “Don’t even test me, Little One.”
Chills ran down my spine and scattered across my skin from his warm breath pressed against my ear. His heated skin seared through my thin robe as he pulled me in closer, gripping onto my hip so I was unable to move away from him, not that I really wanted to.
Looking up at Jett, I gave him my most innocent smile, which made him shake his head in laughter. Even though I felt like he owned me in every way, I really did own him. I had the ability to bring this powerful man to his knees. He would do anything for me, and sharing wasn’t even an option.
He loved me.
Holy shit, he loved me. This all-encompassing, powerful man loved me. He could have any woman he wanted, but he chose me, he chose to open his heart up and let me in. He fucking loved me!
Clearing his throat, Diego said, “So, I’m assuming this means Jett is no longer a fuck-up?”
I looked up at Jett, who was taking a sip of coffee from his mug. I watched as his throat gracefully swallowed the hot liquid, warming me in all the right ways.
“Unfortunately, he’s still a fuck-up, but I’m a sucker for fuck-ups,” I said, while smiling at a surprised Jett.
“A fuck-up, huh? I wouldn’t say I fucked up last night, or this morning,” Jett wiggled his eyebrows.
“Dude, we all know what you did last night,” Blane said, while taking a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
“What? You heard us?” I asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Kind of hard not to,” Diego responded. “Especially when Jett is trying to hammer you through the wall. I mean, fuck dude, do you have a jackhammer in your pants?”
“I don’t know, ask Goldie.”
All three men looked down at me, making me feel incredibly exposed.
“What, you’re all clammed up now? That’s hard to believe,” Jett teased.
“She’s all talk,” Diego added. “Girl can’t handle being picked on.”
“You would think, with how sassy she can be, she would be able to defend herself in front of three strapping men,” Blane said, while taking a sip of his coffee.
“She’s shy,” Jett cooed in my ear.
“She has no game,” Diego poked.
“She can’t even handle…”
“Jett has a needle dick,” I shouted, trying to think of something offensive to say. Puffing out my chest, I nodded and said, “Yup, he has a needle dick, can’t even find it in his pants. It’s like a little piece of macaroni floating around in a world of big meat balls. Yeah, you heard that right, he has big balls and a small dick. It’s like, where’s your dick, man?” I said, while holding my hands out and adding a nervous laugh. “Like, uh, hello, are you even a man or am I staring at a giant moose knuckle?”