11. Alex

Alex

The next day after Jessica has gone home, I'm sitting at the piano, composing a beautiful sonata in celebration of our newfound love, when Beatrix storms into the drawing room with a face like thunder.

"Alex, I just checked the safe and found that one of our most prized pieces of jewellery is missing. You wouldn't by any chance happen to know where it is, would you?"

I stop playing and reply calmly, "If you're talking about the Pharoah's Scarab, then yes, I know exactly where it is. I've given it to Jessica."

"What! Are you out of your mind?"

"No. Do I need to remind you that I am not answerable to you. You know very well all the jewellery in that safe belongs to me now. Grandfather left it all to me in his will and it came into my possession as soon as I turned twenty-one, so what I choose to do with it is my business and nobody else's."

"I can't believe it!" she splutters. "Are you seriously telling me you gave away a priceless family heirloom to that cheap little tart? Are you completely crazy? What planet are you living on, for crying out loud? This is unacceptable and I won't stand for it, do you hear?"

"Careful what language you use to describe my girlfriend. Jessica isn't cheap and she isn't a tart, so stop saying that."

"Oh really?" my mother laughs bitterly. "Let's see. The girl works for an escort agency. She has sex with men for a living. I don't know what other word one could use to describe a girl who does that sort of thing, do you?"

With rising anger, I spin my stool around to face her. I'm shocked by her appearance. Beatrix looks terrible: gaunter than ever with chalk-white skin that sort of resembles a shrivelled corpse. She really needs to start eating again. Looking like a tortured skeleton doesn't suit her.

"Now that isn't true and you damn well know it," I say icily. "Okay, so I met Jessica through an escort agency, I'll admit that, but it was a unique situation. Jessica is a nice girl, she has principles; you know she was a virgin when we first met, isn't that why you hired her? And she doesn't make a habit of sleeping with men for money, what happened between us was a one-off. She never wanted to do it, not really. She only joined the agency because her mother is sick, and she needed help paying medical bills. You can't exact crucify her for that, can you? And she's not working as an escort anymore so you can stop going on about it. I'll have you know that Jessica and I are now in a committed relationship."

"Have you completely lost control of your senses, boy?" Beatrix folds her arms and shakes her head. "Committed relationship? Ha! Do you seriously believe this girl actually cares for you? Do you really believe if it wasn't for your family's wealth that she would be giving you the time of day? Come on! I mean, just look at you, Alex. Look at your face and tell me money isn't her sole motivation. What girl in her right mind would be with you otherwise?"

"There you go insulting me again. Thanks, it's nice to know I can always count on you to give my self-esteem a good kicking when I'm down. What a loving and caring mother you are Beatrix."

"I'm just a realist," she snaps. "There's no point living in cloud cuckoo land. You're not exactly a young girl's dream, are you? No, it's very clear to me that Jessica Gardner is all about money and I have a right to protect this family's interests. I simply can't have you just giving away priceless Egyptian artefacts to every cheap little gold-digger that comes sniffing around. I want her to give it back."

My tone darkens. "Now, I've asked you nicely, and this is the last time I'll say it. Please stop insulting Jessica. I love her and you don't know a damn thing about our relationship, so keep your disgusting opinions to yourself. And no, I will not ask her to give back the Pharaoh's Scarab, it belongs to her now." I get up from the piano and begin pacing up and down the room. "I'll have you know Jessica says she loves me too, and I happen to know her feelings for me are genuine. For the first time in my life, I've met someone who truly cares for me, but you can't stand the thought of me ever being happy, can you? No, you want me to be as miserable and lonely as you all the time."

I hesitate, deliberating whether to stick the knife in. "It's not my fault my father—your dead husband—put a clause in his will saying if you ever remarry you will relinquish all access to his finances. I bet you're mad because it means you can never find love again and I do sympathise. But you need to stop taking it out on me. You married the sick bastard, so you need to take some responsibility. From now on, I'm going to live my life the way I want and that means you're going to be seeing a lot more of Jessica around here, so you might as well start getting used to it."

"Loves you!" Beatrix rolls her eyes. "This just gets better and better. Wake up Alex, before it's too late. Can't you see she's using you? All she wants you for is money, you can't honestly believe her feelings for you are genuine."

"So let me get this straight," I say, jabbing my finger at her. "You set me up with my perfect woman, tell me it's okay to screw her a couple of times, but it's not okay for me to fall in love and have a proper relationship with her? Do you know how twisted and fucked up that is? What an awful, disgusting hypocrite that makes you? What a black-hearted soul you have."

"Now Alex, I think you're being quite hard on me," she says, sounding genuinely hurt. "I am merely looking out for your best interests, okay? We both know this ‘thing' you have with this girl can never work out in the long run. It's just some crazy little infatuation you have, and it will pass, I promise you. What I want to do is ensure you don't take us all down with you when it eventually all ends in tears."

Flexing my knuckles, I try hard to keep my temper, but the woman is seriously testing my patience.

"Do you know what your problem with Jessica is?" I sneer. "You hate her because she's working-class and lives on a council estate. You hate her because she's poor. Deep down, you're really a dreadful snob, and despite all your protestations to the contrary, you don't want me to be with her because you see it as me taking a step down. Well, let me tell you something. Jessica has more class in her little finger than you'll ever have, and if it was a choice between you and her, I'd choose her every single time."

"All right," Beatrix concedes, taking strides over to the window. "I'll admit the girl is frightfully common. She doesn't know how to use a knife and fork properly and certainly isn't the sort of girl I'd want to have my grandchildren. But you know this isn't about that, Alex. Perhaps if you were a normal person, it would be, but you're not a normal person, are you? What's going to happen when sweet little Jessica finds out the truth about what you really are?"

"And what am I, Mother? I'm still waiting to hear you say it."

She turns on me with flashing eyes. "You know damn well what you are. All I'll say is this: your ‘girlfriend' could be in for a nasty shock when she finally finds out the truth. That's if she lives long enough to tell the tale."

"What are you insinuating?" I shout. "That I might harm Jessica? How dare you! I would never ever do anything to hurt her."

"Oh really? I wouldn't be so sure." She reaches inside her pocket, takes out a packet of cigarettes and lights one. "Now, my advice is for you to forget about this girl, Alex. You're young and na?ve. You hardly know her. I understand you lost your virginity to her, so you're going through all these emotions that make you think you are in love, but believe me, you're not. It's just about sex, and to that end, I'm more than willing to speak to the agency and find you another virgin. I'll get you ten virgins if that's what it takes for you to leave Jessica Gardner alone. This fixation you have with her isn't healthy and it will only end it tears."

The walls of the room begin to shake. A heavy wooden cabinet suddenly crashes to the floor. Trembling uncontrollably, Beatrix drops her cigarette and stares at me with saucer eyes. "You just did that, didn't you? I made you angry, so you made the walls vibrate."

I let my breath out slowly to calm down. Fuck, she winds me up so much I want to destroy every piece of furniture in this room.

"I think it's time we parted ways, Mother," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "You've gone too far this time. As of tomorrow, I want you to pack up your things and make arrangements to move out of Claremont Hall. I'm sorry, but this just isn't working anymore. It's very clear you're going to be an obstacle to my relationship with Jessica, and I won't allow that to happen. I told you, she's all that I want and if it's a choice between you and her, I'll choose Jessica every time."

"You cannot be serious," she scoffs. "You would kick your own mother out of her home for that little floozy? Have you truly lost your mind?"

"Don't worry, I'll see to it that you're comfortable. We'll get you installed in our Oxfordshire property and if you'd like, I'll allow Mrs Bullivant to go along with you. How's that sound?"

"No, Alex. This is my home, why should I be thrown out like a piece of old rubbish? All because you have some infatuation with a cheap little hussy."

"I told you, no more insults. Look, I just think we'd both be better off apart from each other. If we're honest, this hasn't been working for a long time. You hate me, you say I drive you crazy, you think I'm controlling the weather and making rooms shake. I'm clearly not having a good influence on your mental state. Well, now is your chance to finally be free of me. We're always at each other's throats and this could be a brand-new start for us. We'll probably have a better relationship living apart."

Beatrix lapses into a morose silence. She can tell from my expression that my mind is made up and knows I'm stubborn as a mule when pushed too far. If my mother knows what's good for her, she'll go quietly. Take my generous offer of the house in Oxfordshire and the services of Mrs Bullivant and leave me be. That would be the sensible thing to do, and I hope she does. If, however, she decides to dig her heels in and make trouble, she can be sure it won't end well.

"All right," my mother says finally, "I'll make plans to be out of here by tomorrow. I could certainly do with a break from you. But I warn you, Alex, I don't like this one little bit. Your obsession with this girl is going to be the ending of you if you're not careful. You know as well as I that you can't keep a romance alive when there are so many secrets you are keeping. Just don't come crying to me when it all blows up in your face because you only have yourself to blame."

"Fine," I say, smiling coldly. "I won't come to you because it's not going to happen. But thank you for being so accommodating. I'll speak to Mrs Bullivant today and we can begin to get things going for your move to Oxfordshire."

Picking up her cigarette butt from the floor, Beatrix turns and sweeps out of the room in a huff, leaving me feeling disturbed. On the one hand, I'm pleased to finally have my mother out of my hair for good, but on the other, her harsh assessment of Jessica has affected me more than I care to admit.

Underneath my bravado, I'm deeply insecure about myself and it doesn't take a lot for me to start questioning things. Could Beatrix be right? Could Jessica just be stringing me along for the money? She says she love me but does she, or is she just saying that to pacify me?

I know she enjoys our lovemaking. How could she not? Now she's had a taste of the demon dick, there's no going back, and nothing else will do. Once she let me come inside her it was game over. I've embedded my semen deep within her core and now desire for me flows through her veins as organically as blood.

No matter how hard she fights it, no matter how many times she tries to run away, I know she will always come back to me because she's addicted to my cock, and that's my trump card every single time. No other man will ever be able to satisfy her the way I do, and on that count, I know that pussy is mine forever.

But true love…now that's an entirely different animal. Sexual attraction is not the same as love, and what I want from Jessica is her complete devotion to me, body, heart and soul. I will not settle for anything less.

Despondently, I sit back at the piano and try to resume my composition from earlier but find it impossible; I'm just not with it anymore. Beatrix has planted a seed of doubt that is fast growing into an obsession, and I need something to hold onto to give me comfort. Closing the lid of the Steinway, I get up and go upstairs to my bedroom in search of the one thing that always uplifts my spirits. Stepping into my walk-in wardrobe, I run my fingers along the rails until I find what I'm looking for: the treasured clothes Jessica wore the first night she stayed over.

Greedily, I submerge my face in her delicate white T-shirt and get intoxicated from her glorious scent. Mrs Bullivant had wanted to wash them, but I flat-out refused. My beauty's garments must stay exactly as they are, bathed in the sweet sensual aroma of her warm body. Her jeans, her T-shirt, her bra and most of all her knickers, so deliciously tantalising I can barely contain my excitement when holding them. These sacred items are what keep me going for the long periods of time we are apart. They are what I need to help me climax every single night when I pleasure myself.

As I continue to stand in the wardrobe with my eyes closed, getting horny from inhaling her wonderful smell, I decide it's time to test Jessica's veracity. The next time I see her, I need to find out exactly how far she will go to prove her love for me.

"Oh my gosh, that was so bloody good," Jessica gasps, smoothing down her hair and straightening her skirt. "I needed that so much. All day long, it was all I could think about. My God, I thought I was going to go insane…oh, Alex, that was fucking amazing."

"I'm glad it was so good for you," I mutter darkly. Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I stare gloomily through the windscreen at the surrounding houses. Everywhere is pin-drop quiet and there's not a living soul about.

"Are you okay?" she asks timidly. "You seem like you're in a bad mood tonight."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Absolutely…fine."

Like hell I am.

It's two o'clock in the morning and we're parked in my Range Rover a couple of streets away from Jessica's flats. We've just finished fucking in the back seat and she was so wet, so excited, she came within two minutes and then said she was too sore to carry on. And I hadn't even got started, not by a long shot, and now I'm stuck here with a raging hard-on and nowhere to go, feeling used and far from impressed about the way this night is developing.

It had all started off so well. Around six pm, for the first time ever, I received a phone call from Jessica begging me to come down and see her. She said she was gagging for my dick and needed me to come over and give her a good seeing to. Well, of course I was over the moon and said hell yes, I could drive down right now to see her. It was just the tonic I needed to soothe my bruised ego after all the crap with Beatrix earlier. I saw Jessica calling me as reassurance that she wasn't just in this for the money, that she really wanted to be with me, and we had finally reached a breakthrough.

But then my heart sank when she told me not to drive down just yet, wait until later, just in case one of her neighbours saw us together, which suggests she's ashamed to be seen out with me. And now this ‘one hit and it's over' thing has me feeling sick all over again. Maybe, just maybe my mother was right. Perhaps it is just money and a couple of quick fucks Jessica wants from me and nothing else. The thought of it is driving me crazy and I decide it's time to use a bit of reverse psychology to get to the root of her true intentions towards me.

"Um, so how was the traffic coming down to London?" she asks, fumbling to make conversation. "Did you have any problems getting here?"

"No, the roads were completely clear," I say. "It's two in the morning. Not exactly going to be busy, is it?"

"Good point." Jessica gives a nervous giggle. "Well, I-I guess I should be going now. I mean, it's getting late and it's a bit risky hanging around so close to my house. You know, someone might see us."

"Funny. You weren't worried about taking risks when I was just pounding my cock into you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Look, if you want to go, then just go, okay? I'm bored of sitting here having inane conversations about nothing. I didn't drive all the way down here for this. Go on, get out the car. Go!"

There's a moment of loaded silence. Jessica remains in her seat. The entire Range Rover smells of her pussy and it's getting me so horny it's hard to think straight.

"Alex, why are you so angry with me?"

"What do you care? I told you, get out of the car."

"Please talk to me. Why are you behaving so—"

"I said get out of the fucking car now!"

Trembling, she hurriedly reaches for the door release.

"So, is that it then?" I say coldly. "You've climaxed so now I'm summarily dismissed. Is that it? No thought whatsoever to whether I'm satisfied. Is that how this works?"

"I'm sorry about that. I know I came too quickly, but it's only because you turn me on so much and it had been building up in me all day, I just couldn't hold out for very long. I promise to make it up to you next time."

"So, you're just going to leave me hanging? You're not even going to try to get me off?"

"What do you want me to do? I told you I'm too sore to…" Her sentence falters. "I guess I could…I could give you a hand-job?"

"I don't want a fucking hand-job. I can do that all by myself. Why would I drive all the way here just for that, huh? Talk sense woman." Moodily, I focus on the glowing dashboard, my stomach tight with sexual frustration.

"Then what do you want from me?" Jessica demands, her temper rising. "If you'd stop being so cryptic, maybe we could get somewhere."

"I want you to touch me."

"What are you talking about? I do touch you."

"No, you don't, not properly. You let me fuck you, that's all. You just lie on your back and leave me to do everything, and don't get me wrong, I love fucking you, but I want more now. I need to be touched, Jessica. I need to feel your hands, your lips, your tongue all over my body. I need you to show me that you want me and do all the same things I do to you to make you feel good."

"All right…all right, I promise I can do all of that next time."

"And you never go down on me."

Once more, she giggles nervously, and even in the dark, I can tell she's blushing. "Is that what this is about? You're mad at me because I won't give you a blowjob?"

"No, that's not all it is," I say, feeling a rush of butterflies at the thought of her lips around my cock. "But it would be nice occasionally if you showed an interest in giving me the same pleasure I give to you. I love going down on you, it's one of my favourite things to do, but how about you return the favour, just once in a while?"

She bites her thumbnail and looks away. "Okay fine. Like I said, I'll do it next time."

"Next time, next time. That's all you keep saying. How about right now? How about taking me into your bedroom right now and showing me what you can really do?"

Jessica massages her temples. "I can't take you into my house, it's too risky."

"I thought so. Can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Is there ever going to be a time when we can stop hiding in the shadows? When we stop meeting each other under the cover of darkness? You say that you love me, but will there ever be a day when you are proud to walk down the street with me holding hands in public? Will I ever be introduced to your family, to your mother and Freddie?"

She falls silent again and I know I've got the answer to my question. Jessica has failed the test miserably. So, Beatrix was right. This girl doesn't love me.

"Get out the car, and this time I mean it."

"You've got it so wrong about me," Jessica says quietly. "You think I don't want to go down on you? Of course, I do, but I'm scared, Alex. I'm sexually inexperienced. I've never done anything like that before and I'm nervous, okay? It's not because I don't want to. And all of that stuff you said about me not wanting to introduce you to my family, well, it has nothing to do with the way you look. I'm holding off you meeting them because I still haven't figured out a way to explain how we know each other. I can't exactly tell my mum about the escort agency, and let's be real, you don't exactly look like you work for a modelling agency, do you?"

She sighs heavily. "It's just so bloody complicated right now, but you've got to stop making this about you when it isn't. I'm the one with the issues. Now I promise, as soon as my mother returns from Germany, I'll figure out a way for you to meet her. Yes, she might be a bit shocked when she first sees you, but in the end, she'll accept you if she knows that you make me happy. We just need to wait for the right time, that's all."

"I'm still not buying it," I say. "To me it's obvious you're terrified of people finding out about us. You're embarrassed to be seen with me. You don't want Cynthia or Freddie to see me because of how hideous I am."

"Hideous? No, you're not hideous…at least not to me. Not anymore. Stop believing you're ugly because it just isn't true, Alex. You're the sexiest guy I've ever met, everything about you is sexy and that includes your extraordinary face. Listen, let me tell you something about me. Have you ever seen the movie Legend with Tom Cruise?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Well, it's a fantasy film set in a magical kingdom. In the story, Tom Cruise's arch enemy is a devil called Darkness played by Tim Curry." She pauses and then she whispers seductively: "Want to know a secret I've never told anyone? One summer when I was thirteen years old, I watched that movie on repeat, and you know what? Tom Cruise didn't get me wet. Darkness did."

For a long moment, I sit rigidly in the driver's seat, completely lost for words. It's like I've been hit by a thunderbolt. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine a girl saying these kinds of things to me. I can't believe it. This is what I've been waiting to hear my whole entire life and I'm so filled with emotion I'm rendered speechless.

And then Jessica shoots me a smouldering look with those beautiful eyes of hers and I almost come in my boxer shorts.

"I've changed my mind," she purrs. "I want you to come to my bedroom now." She reaches down and takes hold of my hand. "We'll have to go in through the back and be very, very quiet, but you can stay for a little while. I want you to teach me how it's done, Alex. Show me how you want me to touch you, where you want me to kiss you, how you want me to suck you. I'm ready to do anything to prove to you how much you mean to me."

I exhale softly, still unable to speak. Oh my God, I cannot believe this is happening. Finally, I've met my soulmate, someone who is prepared to do all the things I could only dream of. Silently, we leave the car and walk hand-in-hand to Jessica's estate, taking the route through the dark communal gardens to access her bedroom through the back window.

As soon as we get inside, Jessica switches on the bedside lamp and wastes no time getting down to business. First, she lifts off my hooded cloak, throws it to the floor and then stares at me for a long time, her brown eyes glistening with adoration. Reaching up, she lavishes me with the warm touch I've craved for so long.

Gently, she strokes the side of my cheek, caresses my stubble, then tenderly runs her long slender fingers over the entire surface of my face, touching every irregular bump and jagged contour without a shred of fear. Her hands move over my lips, my nose, my forehead, my eyelids. I exhale with pleasure. No one has ever touched my face so intimately before and it excites me to distraction.

Keeping her eyes fixed on me, she slowly begins to unbutton my shirt and tosses it over a chair. For a moment, she gazes at my pumped-up chest and perfectly chiselled torso and the desire in her face is unmistakeable.

"Your body is so beautiful," she whispers. "I want to taste every last inch of you."

Her words give me goosebumps and I get sort of choked up. Then plunging her fingers in my hair, Jessica pulls me in for a long, hungry kiss that makes me dizzy with longing. Her lips are soft as silk and hot as Hades. She's never kissed me like this before and the sweet taste of her mouth sends me half crazy. It's like I'm completely drunk or something.

Slowly, seductively, she takes off my shoes. Then she unbuckles my belt, unzips my Moschino jeans, pulls them down and does away with those too. Quietly tells me to lie down on the bed. Eagerly, I follow her instructions, more than happy to take orders from my queen. The way she looks at me makes my dick ache.

Starting at my neck, Jessica works her way down gradually, her hot tongue seeking out every hollow, every crevasse, leaving a trail of indescribable pleasure everywhere her mouth touches. I moan loudly. She places one hand over my mouth.

"Sssh! My mother might hear you. We're going to have to be really quiet, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper. "I'll try not to make too many noises."

With a naughty smile, she resumes her sweet onslaught. Continuing to work her way down, she spends an interminable time exploring every inch of my body with her wet hungry mouth—all except my penis. That will have to wait. She kisses my pecs, my torso, she sucks my toes, licks the soles of my feet, even kisses my ankles. It's the most divine feeling on Earth. Eventually, she moves onto my inner thighs and runs her hot tongue all over my most sensitive areas, licking slow swirling circles that make me want to scream down the house.

Fuck, fuck, fuck that feels too good.

Tentatively, Jessica finally takes my rock-hard cock in her hand, and I feel light-headed at the thought of what she's going to do.

"Tell me how you want it? What should I do?"

"Put it in your mouth," I breathe. "Imagine you're sucking on a big fat ice lolly. But be careful with your teeth. Remember to be gentle."

"Okay."

Obediently, she gives the glistening tip a few gentle kisses before pushing her tongue deep inside my little sensitive hole. Lord God, that's sublime. Encouraged by my whimpers of excitement, she goes in all guns blazing and swamps her entire mouth over the head of my dick and begins sucking vigorously.

My throat goes dry. My body twists and turns. There's no way she'll ever fit my colossal member all down her throat, but she's certainly taking a good crack at it. Each time, she pushes my shaft just a little deeper, and the sensation is so heavenly I feel paralysed from the waist down. Every stroke, every caress of her tongue sends me out of my mind and very soon she has broken down all my barriers. All my bravado and tough guy talk goes out the window and in a moment of vulnerability, I call out her name.

"Oh Jessica, I love you, I love you so much!"

She doesn't answer, her mouth is far too busy.

Goddamit this girl knows how to suck cock. Up and down she goes, licking and slurping my penis with an enthusiasm that leaves me gasping.

"That feels so damn good," I groan. Then tentatively, I ask: "Baby, can you lick my balls?"

She stops sucking and looks up. "Will that make you feel good?"

"Yes. It will make me feel really, really good."

"Like this?" Nervously, she flicks her tongue over one of my ball sacks and then quickly glances up at me for approval. Her face looks so damn cute it takes my breath away. She's so beguilingly corruptible.

"Yes, that's right. Now do it again."

With careful diligence, Jessica continues licking away at my ball sacks like a kitten lapping milk. After a few seconds of blissful gorging, she falters again. "Tell me if I'm doing it right?"

"Yes, keep going, don't stop. Mmm…that's so fucking nice. Now take them one at a time into your mouth and fully suck on them. Remember to be gentle. I'm very sensitive down there."

"Okay." And then like a seasoned pro, she dives in and greedily sucks on them like she's sucking a pair of oranges. My buttocks clench. I grasp at the bedsheets. Holy fucking shit…

"Does that feel good?" Jessica whispers again. "Do you like that?"

This time, all I can do is nod my head energetically in response.

Lovingly, I gaze down at her, not able to quite believe this is really happening. Never did I dream something like this would be possible. That she would go to such lengths to please me is mind-blowing. It's almost like I need to pinch myself.

After she's finished licking and lapping my balls, I spread my thighs further apart to give her easy access to other regions.

"Now baby," I breathe, lightly stroking her head. "I want you to stick your tongue up my arse and wank me off slowly. Just for a little bit."

Jessica's eyes widen and I sense a note of hesitance for the first time. "I'm not sure I'm ready to do that."

"Why not? I do it to you all the time."

"I know but it's…"

"Nasty? Of course, it is. That's why I want you to do it. I'm just longing to feel your sweet tongue up there. Come now, there's no need to be shy. You know I enjoy tasting every single part of you, nowhere is off limits. Now it's time for you to return the favour. It's time to show me how much you care."

"Well, okay. If you're sure it will make you feel good…" Lowering her head again, she takes a small, tentative lick of my butthole.

"Fuck," I gasp. "Do that again."

Spurred on by my words, she sheds all her inhibitions and really puts her back into it, licking out my crack like it's the best thing she's ever tasted. I moan with delight. Oh, my fucking God, that is beautiful. Then she ups the ante, grips hold of my dick and simultaneously wanks me off, sending me on a star ship to Mars. I have no words. My world has been blown apart.

After a while, Jessica resumes feasting on my mammoth shaft and very soon a wave of bliss crashes through me and I shoot my hot load into her mouth, the orgasm so electrifying I see white lights for a few seconds afterwards. With her mouth full of my sticky cream, Jessica looks like she's about to gag. She has no idea what to do with it.

"Swallow it, my beauty," I purr. "Show me how much you love me."

For a moment she hesitates, then dutifully, she does as she's told. I hear a delectable gulping sound and then, wiping her mouth with her hand, she beams up at me in triumph.

"Good girl," I smile, stroking a hair out of her face. "Did you like that? Did I taste good?"

"Um, it tasted kind of salty and will take some getting used to, but as long as I pleased you, that's all that matters."

"Oh, you pleased me very, very much. I've never felt anything like it."

Jessica grins broadly. I have never loved her more than I do at this moment. She's just so fucking sexy. Pulling her in for a kiss, I devour her lips hungrily, relishing the taste of my salty semen on her mouth. I love that she took me all inside her. Every single drop. The thought of it turns me on so much. After a few moments of sweet, ravenous tongue play, I grab her arm and pin her face down to the mattress.

"Now tell me, do you love me? You didn't answer me earlier."

She makes a non-committal sound.

"Do you love me?" I repeat. "I want to hear you say it!"

"I don't want to," she laughs.

"Say it now, or I swear to you, I'll fuck you up the arse with no lubricant. I mean it."

"Is that a promise?" She wiggles her hips suggestively.

"No, I don't think you're ready."

"I am ready. I want you to do it right now. Go on, stick it in."

For a moment, I'm sorely tempted. The moment passes.

With a dark chuckle, I release her and give her buttocks a playful slap. "No, your cute little tush isn't ready for that yet, and I don't want to mess up your clean white bedsheets. But trust me, when the time is right, you won't know what's hit you."

"I look forward to it, Mr Kingswood." Then she pulls me back for a final, lingering kiss and whispers, "You'd better go before someone discovers us. I love you."

"I love you too. More than anything in the world. What we did tonight was so…so…"

"Ssssh." She puts one finger over my lips. "I know. You don't need to tell me. Now go, before my mother wakes up."

"When do I see you again?"

"Same time tomorrow night?"

"You bet I'll be here."

My heart starts to sing. I have never, ever loved anyone the way I love Jessica. I want to keep her forever and ever and woe betide anyone who tries to come between us.