Page 101 of Jace
She makes my dick pulse, heavy with need. Lust is a mild urge compared to this demand in my heart. I’ve caged it for so long. “If you let me inside you now, Vivian, there’s no going back. I’m never leaving. I’ll claim your heart and make it beat for me.”
“I…” She nestles closer. “I don’t want you to leave. I want to be yours, and?—”
“Now and forever.” I don’t give a fuck how hard my dick is for her; it’s my heart. Only she can break it. “Be my queen, my woman, my wife. I won’t survive anything less.”
“Jace, I will. I?—”
“I promise I’ll ask you the way you deserve. Soon and all romantic and over the top, but if we do this…” I’m being a brute. I’m interrupting and don’t care. I can’t control this animal. Not anymore. I cup her hand, holding my throbbing dick for her. “If I fuck you, Vivian, I make you mine. I want every moment with you or nothing at all.”
She breathes. “Everything, Jace, I promise. I found love when I found you, so don’t make me wait.” She starts stroking my length. I groan, fire scorching down my spine to my balls; the aggression to empty them inside her ignites when she demands, “And don’t fuck me like a friend. Fuck me hard.Now.”
Bars drop. Metal clanks. Chains break. My beast is free, feral, and fisting Vivian’s ponytail. My other hand seizes her hip, trapping her against me.
We’ve been kindling this love for so long; here comes the lust, the rush, the loss of control. Our kiss stokes the flames, starting a war between our tongues, lashing as our bodies burn for this.
She rushes to unzip my pants.
I yank up her dress.
“You want my hard fuck?” I snake my hand between her thighs, sliding her panties aside.
“Yes.”
She wrestles with my swollen length.
As if she’s afraid of it.
“Take it out,” I growl. “Take out my hard dick and feel what you do to it, Smokeshow. Stroke it and make sure your pussy can take it.”
I know my size. Heart and soul. Body and dick. I feel what I need to give her, but I know she has to be ready.
My mouth waters, my fingertips feeling how aroused her pussy already is. Slick and swollen from spying on us. From seeing bodies fuck. From knowing it’ll be her one day.
KnowingI’mabout to fuck her.
Emotion tightens my chest; its purity overwhelms me. Logic hits my mind; it needs to be dirty, too, to get her ready, to get her off.
God, this woman… so fucking perfect for me. So kind and kinky. So made for me to love.
With two fingers, I tease her entrance. “Such a good girl for me, Vivian, having such a wet pussy for me, and needing my fuck. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” She strokes my exposed shaft, making my eyelids drop.
“Mmm, fuck, baby.” I circle her weeping cunt, dipping in to drag her wetness up, rubbing it over her hard little clit, making her moan. “You’re so perfect for me, Viv. I don’t want you to be wholesome when I fuck you. I need you to be my sweet little slut who wants it as bad as I do.” I yank her dress down.
“Oh god, Jace,” she gasps. It’s a flimsy cotton knitted thing, tearing like tissue in my grasp. It drapes, torn around her waist, but fuck it. I’ll buy her a thousand dresses so I can rip them down to see her sweet tits.
Every. Fucking. Day.
I lick my lips. “The way you’ve been teasing me with your hard little nipples for a year. You’re going to be my good girl now and let me suck them, aren’t you?”
She cups my shaft, pressing her arms together, forming a little cleavage for me to ravage. “Please. Please suck them.”
Finally possessing her, I realize she’s quite petite, and I’m too tall. “Grab on to me,” I order her because I need to drool over her pert pink nipples so I can breathe.
With her hands clasped around my neck, I grab her hips, hoisting her as she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist.
She weighs nothing in my grasp, but she’s everything in my arms.
