Page 105 of Jace
Curiously, I comply. “What are we doing now?”
He helps me lift my dress, draping its remnants over my bag, not that I can wear it again. I’m naked except for my lewd, ripped cotton panties.
Yep, that’s a kink unlocked.
Releasing two final buttons on his shirt, he shrugs it off, answering, “We’re going upstairs to your studio.”
“We’re staying here tonight?”
“Getting to my place takes too long.” He unclasps his dress pants. His zipper was already down. He’s commando tonight. “Too long when I need to keep fucking you.”
Yep, he’s still inside me, making blue pills take notes. I marvel as he drops his pants, impressed with the shuffle it takes to free himself from his dress shoes, sans socks, then his pants.
I don’t stop him.
To see Jace Ryan completely nude is to see why God says, “Damn.”
After a year of treasuring his perfect face, I’m going to need a hundred to enjoy his body. And forever to relish his penis that won’t stop.
I reach down, tickling his firm base, where his trim dark hair brushes against my soft mound. “I thought men had a refractory period.”
He grins. “Not inside this pussy, I don’t.” Grabbing my torn panties, he snaps their final threads free. “Fuck: kink unlocked.”
“That’s whatIthought.” I giggle, and he suddenly grunts. “Damn, Viv, I’m gonna need to make you happy forever because I can feel your tight pussy grab me when you laugh.”
I let him kiss me. Let him control me. Let him have his way because it’s my way too.
Grabbing my ass—we’re still connected—he walks us toward the door. I open it for us, not remembering he closed it, and not caring.
Proudly nude, Jace carries me down the hallway, past his stool.
Past where I fell in love with him.
He doesn’t break a sweat, smiling like a devil, loving the fiendish act of carrying me up the stairs. It makes me bounce on his hard cock. I’m entranced, staring into his eyes, until I hear the clamor of other steps and voices and tense in his grasp.
“I got ya, baby.” He halts in the stairwell. Seeking my lips, he murmurs, “There’s no shame between us, remember? Feel proud when I’m inside you.”
I don’t know this world or feeling, but I’m suddenly surrounded by them. This feels warm and right as we kiss, then turn our heads to greet Axel and Ruby with Sire and Wren.
They round the landing between the second and first floor, holding hands as couples, jolting when they catch us in the stairwell.
“Yay!” Wren bounces, clapping. “He got her! He got her!”
It’s so cute and unexpected, I chuckle, burying my face in Jace’s chest, inhaling his pride and amber cologne.
“Sure looks like he got her, Angel.” I hear Sire admiring our union.
“Don’t mind us.” That’s Ruby. She’s done so much for me, I have to turn my face, my cheek pressed to Jace’s pec, giving her a shy smile as she winks. “We’re just happy for you two.”
Axel smirks. “Make that happy for youthreebecause Jace’s third leg looks tickled pink.”
Sire laughs just as Nick and Zar bound down the stairs, joining them.
Nick elbows Zar. “You owe me a hundred.”
“No, we owe them a round of applause.” Zar beams. “Damn, y’all make porn look like a Valentine’s card.”
“Shut up,” I murmur, softly laughing in Jace’s grasp, slowly feeling the shame melt away and the love flow in.
