Page 14 of Kingpin's Baby
“I love this pussy,” I tell her, and scrape my teeth over her clit, biting gently at the tender bud. She jerks, and cruel man that I am, I laugh before I return to licking her. Harder this time, more insistent. I want to feel her quake underneath me.
Then I go after her orgasm with determination.
She whines softly, head thrown back, propping herself up on her hands. “Jasper.”
I ignore the ache of my jaw and the cramping of my tongue and alternate between sucking her and hard swipes to and froover her clit, and stroke her from the inside out. One finger, then I add a second and damn but she’s tight and hot and perfect.
“Come for me,” I demand.
As I thrust a third finger into her, she breaks, shuddering and grasping my fingers in her pussy as she comes in pulse after pulse. Her moans are so loud they must be able to hear her right through the building, despite the old stone walls.
I’ve never heard anything more beautiful. Honestly, should have recorded that, I’d have it on loop.
In fact…
“That was very good, wife.” I look up from between her legs. My cock is so hard it hurts, a metal pole digging into my belly but also throbbing with desire that won’t be satisfied.
I want to push myself inside her and take. Obviously I do.
But for now, it’s another need that I’ll sate. Pleasuring my girl until she’s wiped out.
Gathering her into my arms, she rests her head on my chest as I carry her to the large sofa we were sitting on earlier.
She remains curled there for long minutes, and I stroke her hair and delight in her small, curvy body in my lap.
“What now?” she says eventually, attempting to move.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. I shift and sprawl back across the cushions, leaving her upright, surprise pinching her face.
Grabbing her arse, I tug her up over my chest, until she’s naked, sitting on my collarbones, knees over my shoulders. I urge her further forwards, onto my mouth. She resists.
“Jasper! How will you breathe?”
I shrug happily. “If I die, I die. It’s the price of donuts.”
“You’re insane.”
I bend my neck up and give her a long, leisurely lick. She bucks, almost crying, and I smile. “What better way is there for us to be sure that we trust each other? As you said, to beconvincing we need to have been close. What could be more intimate?”
She opens her mouth and obviously considers whether to say sex. And yeah, I’m up for that too. Literally. And there are many other things I’d like to do. But the hours while she chose a wedding dress, and we decided how our wedding would proceed, have clarified a few principles for me.
When I claim her, I want to breed her. I’ve waited and denied myself this long, saying that she’s too young for me and too innocent to be involved with me. I’ll take this.
“Now, princess. Again.”
5
REN
This dress is excessive. It’s pure white silk, with a swooping neckline and just the right amount of decoration. When I looked at it on the rack, there was a similar sense of recognition as when I first saw Mr Booth.
As I smooth my hands over the skirt, I feel like a fairy-tale princess. A very nervous one. Maybe I could be in a cute holiday movie? And while I’d hesitate to say Mr Booth is Prince Charming, I’m certain I’m marrying the love of my life.
I stand at the door to the church as the sun sets pink and orange and lilac behind me. Somehow I’m even more anxious than I was when I was about ask for Mr Booth’s help, just twelve hours ago.
Then the risk was only that I’d lose everything. Now, I could lose something more difficult to replace: hope.
Jasper insisted we do this properly. I arrived on my own in a white limo I’m pretty certain was armour plated—with six of his men as bodyguards—and he’s already inside. At least, I hope he is. If Jasper isn’t in the church, I’m probably going to bawl my eyes out like a bride in a rom-com movie.
