Chapter 15

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

My mouth hit hers with bruising force. It was tongues and teeth—a clashing—feral, untamed, wild kiss. A kiss meant to claim ownership and I was damn well going to own every inch of her body.

A virgin.

Not technically but still…

Almost two decades without a man was pretty fucking close.

I still wasn’t sure if I was seriously unhappy she’d gone so long without or if I was thrilled. However, I was sure I didn’t give a fuck what it said about me that the thought I’d be the one to end her lonely dry spell made me want to thump my chest and howl at the moon like a caveman. This after I made good on my promise—I would ruin her. I’d make damn sure no one could ever make her feel as good as I could. I’d erase the memory of her college boyfriend. And I’d make damn sure the next time she was alone and getting herself off it would be my dick she was thinking about, my fingers, my tongue wrecking her.

But first I needed to slow this down.

I ended the kiss with a glide of my tongue.

She ended on a whimper.

Fucking perfect.

I opened my eyes in time to watch hers flutter open.

“You ready for more?” I asked while my hand skimmed up her waist, taking the silky material with it.

Jane’s eyes went hooded, blatant desire danced in her stare. The nod was further indication she was with me but I needed more.

“Say it.”

“I want more,” she whispered.

I rolled to my side, taking her with me, one arm going under her and the other over. Once I had her fitted tight to my chest my hand went back to gathering the silk and my lips went to her neck.

“You’re in charge.” I pressed a kiss under her ear as I pulled the flimsy material up, exposing her breasts. “You say when and how much.”

Another nod accompanied by her wiggling her ass against my crotch.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“What you want.”

Jane arched her back in a nonverbal plea and normally that’d be enough for me but with her it wasn’t. I wanted to hear the need in her voice.

“Use your words, baby.”

“I…I can’t.”

“You can,” I urged. “Tell me what you want me to do to your pretty tits.”

“I don’t know how.”

She did, I’d seen the fire dancing in her eyes after our first kiss. She’d looked like she’d been ready to jump on my dick and I had very little doubt that if we’d been in private she would’ve done just that.

I just had to coax it out of her.

My hand trailed down over the swell of ample cleavage, stopping to thrum her stiff nipple, before I rolled it between my fingers and asked, “Tell me, Jane, do you want me to play here?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah? Like this?” I rolled her nipple again, released it, then moved lower and grabbed a handful of her breast, massaging the soft flesh and went on. “Or this?”

“Both.”

I smiled into the crook of her neck, licking and nibbling while I alternated between toying with her nipples and playing with her tits until she was squirming impatiently.

“You say when,” I reminded, “And how much.”

“More.”

“More of what. Of this?” I gave her breast a squeeze, then went to her nipple and pinched. “Or this?”

“Both. Harder. More.”

I went back to playing, giving her more of what she asked for, this time not being as gentle as I’d been. Pinching and elongating her nipple until she whimpered. Digging my fingers in and squeezing her breast until she arched into my palm and moaned.

“More.”

“Use your words, baby.”

“More, Davis, I need more.”

Then she’d get more.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“How wet?”

Jane shoved her ass back against my erection.

“As sweet as your invitation is, I want to hear you ask.”

“Touch me.”

Christ.

Beautiful.

Soft, warm skin slid under my palm as my hand made its way down her stomach. I dipped under the band of her shorts, cupped her pussy over her panties, and kissed her neck.

“Hitch your leg over my hip.” I waited until Jane opened herself to me then decided to have pity. “I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you come. While I’m doing that I want your arms up so I can play with your pussy and your tits.”

I rolled back just enough to give her the space she needed to comply. When she did I traced the seam of her pussy over her panties. I continued to tease until Jane started to make frustrated sounds. I filed those away for later knowing damn good and well I could jerk off to the memory of her making those noises and get there in seconds.

“Davis,” she snapped. “The finger-fucking.”

Okay, I was wrong. I could jack off and shoot off remembering her angry demand for my fingers, and do that harder and faster than anything else in my vast arsenal of jerk-off material.

Without making her wait any longer I shoved my hand into her panties, skimmed the tips of my fingers over her clit on my way down, and didn’t stop until I had two fingers deep in her pussy.

I stilled, closed my eyes, and breathed in a lungful of oxygen in an attempt not to lose control.

“Davis,” she groaned.

I still didn’t move.

“Give me a second.”

Jane went stiff and I realized my mistake.

“Baby, your pussy is so fucking hot, so wet, all I can think about is how good it’s gonna feel when I sink inside you. I want this to be good for you so I need a second to find my control before I forget the finger-fucking, roll you over, and you get acquainted with my dick in a way that’s gonna have you screaming until you’re hoarse.”

Jane squirmed and rocked her hips.

“I want that,” she breathed.

“Trust me when I tell you, you’re not ready for that.”

With that, I curled my fingers and commenced giving her something she could handle knowing that I still didn’t have a lock on my control. But the need to hear her moaning in pleasure took precedence. Jane didn’t disappoint; within minutes she was bucking against my hand, grinding her clit into my palm. Though she wasn’t moaning, she was begging.

“Please, honey.”

“Please what?”

“Harder.”

I blocked out how much my dick liked that idea, plunged my fingers deeper and harder, secured my arm around her ribs, and settled in for the show, watching her tits bounce in time with my thrusts.

“I’m gonna…”

Jane trailed off and moaned her orgasm.

I shoved my face in her neck and stroked her through it until the tightness left and she sagged in my arms.

I could say that lying there with Jane in my arms, my dick hard and throbbing, my fingers up her cunt, her tits resting on my forearm, and her breaths still coming fast and choppy I’d never been more sated.

Satisfied in a way I’d never been in my life.

“Davis?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I’m ready for more.”

She might’ve been but I wasn’t sure I could go gentle.

“I could eat,” I murmured against the side of her neck.

“Huh?”

“Your pussy, baby,” I told her and unlocked my hold around her before I gave her her options. “On your back or do you want to ride my face?”

Jane shook her head but remained quiet.

It took several long moments but she shocked the hell out of me and announced, “I want to ride your dick.”

My dick was wholeheartedly on board with that plan.

Fortunately the days when my dick ruled my body were long past.

“I want to taste you first,” I denied, hoping when I was done giving her another orgasm she’d be drained and ready for sleep.

There was more silence. For Jane’s sudden burst of confidence, I should’ve braced when her hand went to my arm, then slid down until she curled her fingers around my wrist and tugged my hand out of her panties. She lifted my hand and brought it up toward my face.

“Open your mouth,” she demanded.

Obediently I did her bidding, then just as obediently I sucked my fingers into my mouth, tasting her climax.

“Now you’ve tasted me.”

Shit, fuck.

Need flooded my bloodstream. My body heated, my dick throbbed, my control unraveled.

In an attempt to regain rational thought, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled my now-clean fingers out of my mouth.

“Jane—”

“I want your dick.”

Welp, that fucking did it.

Apparently, Jane had better control over my body than I did.

I rolled to my back taking her with me, cupped her face, and held her where I wanted her.

“You control this, but warning, I’m nearing my breaking point. I need to know you’re ready for this. If you’re not, crawl up and let me eat you.”

Jane’s lips tipped up, not in a sweet smile, but in a grin that stated clearly she knew what she was doing to me.

“Your need for consent is—”

“Straight up, I need to know where you’re at and you’re with me every step. But your body, you moaning and begging for my dick tells me everything I need to know. I trust you to speak up if we go somewhere you don’t want to go. I’m not gonna ask every two seconds if you’re good.”

“Earlier you wanted me to say it.”

Now it was my turn to smile.

“Yeah, baby, because hearing you tell me you want to ride my dick is hot as fuck. Here’s another warning for you, I’m gonna want to hear that again. I’m gonna make you use filthy words to ask for all sorts of things and I’m going to do that because it turns me on. I get off on it. It makes me want to fuck you until you can’t breathe. And that brings us back to my first warning—I want to fuck you breathless. I’m not sure I can be gentle with you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?”

“Jane, you haven’t—”

“You won’t hurt me.”

She had no idea.

I let go of her face and placed my hands on the bed.

“Sit up.”

A confused look passed over her features but she did as I asked and settled back on my lap. Just that small amount of friction had me grinding my teeth.

“Hands on my chest.”

She did that, too.

“What do you feel?”

Jane tipped her chin and tilted her head.

“Tell, me, Jane, what do you feel?”

“You’re…you’re shaking,” she stammered.

“Yeah, do you get it now?”

“I think so.”

No, she didn’t get it.

“I’m lying under you literally shaking with the need to get inside of you. Vibrating with it. I can’t promise you I’ll go gentle. I can’t promise because I’ve never felt this and it’s scaring the shit out of me thinking I’ll hurt you.”

Jane’s eyes went half-mast, her mouth went soft, and her hand flexed on my chest.

“You won’t hurt me,” she said and leaned forward to brush her lips over mine. “And since you want the filthy words, how about this?” she paused and sucked in a breath. I braced and it was a damn good thing I did. “I want to ride you until I come then I want you to ride me until you do.”

Jesus fuck.

The growl that crawled up my chest came out as vicious as it felt.

“Roll off me, clothes off. Now.”

I saw her smile that smile that said she knew she owned my body—my dick in particular.

Jane rolled off, tore her shirt off, shimmied out of her shorts and panties, then rolled back to yank my shorts down my legs. The woman wasn’t playing, though her gaze did linger on my dick once she’d freed it before she threw her leg over my waist and balanced on her knees over me.

I kept my hands on the bed, fisted the sheets, and ordered, “Ride me.”

She didn’t move but her eyes roamed my face, my neck, and my chest before they came back and met mine.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

I felt my muscles constrict. But more than that I felt my heart rate tick up.

Christ.

“When I first saw you in front of the bakery,” she kept going as she reached down, wrapped her soft hand around my very hard dick, then finished with, “I thought you were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”

Good Christ.

I could do nothing but glory in the feel of her tight, wet, pussy as she sank down on my cock. I had no choice seeing as if I moved a single muscle I was going to flip her and take what I wanted.

“Jesus,” I grunted.

Staring down at me with a desire-filled gaze she slid up then dropped back down. Over and over she rode me slowly. It was pure fucking torture. Every glide drove me closer to losing it.

“Faster, baby,” I gritted out.

She went faster.

My eyes dropped to her big, heavy tits tipped with pink, pebbled nipples and watched them bounce.

“Faster,” I begged and let go of the sheets to grip her hips. “Lean back, brace your hands on my thighs, and fuck me hard, Jane. You’ve got two more minutes and playtime’s over.”

“I don’t need two minutes,” she groaned.

As it turned out she didn’t even need a full minute before she slammed down, rocked her hips, and climaxed on a shout.

Fucking hell.

With her pussy convulsing, threatening to undo me, I flipped her and took over.

“You on the pill?”

“No.”

Fuck.

I pulled out, took my dick in hand, and stroked. On the third pump with my eyes locked with Jane’s I went off, marking her stomach with my come.

Then I gave her what I should’ve given her when she told me she thought I was beautiful.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. When you’re pissed they spark with fire. When you’re turned on they go hazy and get deep green. When you come you lose focus and your eyelids flutter—it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re beautiful with short blonde hair and you’re stunning with long brown. Top to toe, baby, you’re just plain gorgeous.”

My gaze dropped to her stomach, the evidence of my orgasm painting her soft, tanned skin and I kept going.

“You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. You feel phenomenal, the sounds you make drive me crazy and when you fuck me slow and gentle it’s goddamn torture. But it’s good to know I got it in me to keep a lock on my control because we’re gonna test that again.”

“Torture?” she whispered.

I lifted my gaze to meet hers.

“Pure. Fucking. Torture. Every glide of your pussy felt so damn good I thought I was going to lose my mind. Watching my dick sink in and come out coated with your excitement drove me closer to the edge. You going slow, drawing that out, the best kind of torture.”

“As compliments go that was crass but thanks.”

“Yeah, baby, it was crass but it was real. This is me. I know what I like, I have no problem getting it and so I have no problem saying it straight. What I need you to know is with me, in our bed, you are safe to be you. You can do and say whatever feels good to you. Anything goes.”

Those pretty eyes went hazy and the green deepened.

I knew what that meant.

“How ya feeling?” I asked.

“Ruined.”

I closed my eyes and let that wash over me.

When I opened them, I lowered my mouth to hers.

“That makes two of us.”

I heard her gasp right before I took her mouth.

After that, I fucked her breathless.

Just to make sure she remembered in a way she could never forget who she belonged to.

Corinne Lawrence might’ve been the daughter of Satan but Jane Wright was the reigning Queen.

And she’d be that long after the devil was put down.