9. Chapter Nine

I pull my gaze away from Jordan's mesmerizing one and get Rafael's attention. With just a look, he gets to his feet and undresses.

I've never intended to marry anyone. What's the point? It's nothing but a hassle. A partner only causes problems. They're never happy, they expect too much, want all sorts of attention I have no interest in giving. They cheat and bring home diseases; they cause scenes, they're expensive.

But then my father had to go and get old and decide he wasn't leaving his legacy to just anyone. He wants heirs. And not only his three sons, but proof it will live on well after us too. He wants grandchildren. Though, I'm not entirely sure he cares about that anymore, but my loyalty to him makes me feel obligated to do so. I haven't been the best son over this past year, and I guess this is my conscience trying to make up for it. At least, that's what I'm going to tell myself.

I stay in the chair across from the side of the bed while Rafael gets comfortable in the center of the mattress. Once he's settled, I gesture for Jordan to go to him. Her gaze flicks to his, and she climbs onto the bed, crawling on all fours until she's straddling him. I can't pull my eyes away from those gorgeous hips of hers. Wide. Curvy. Exquisite.

Rafael must appreciate them too, because they're the first thing he goes for. He drags his hands up those hips, resting at her waist. His eyes are steady on hers, and I know in the back of my mind he's focused on me, but that's more a habit than anything else. He's giving her all of his attention because he likes being rewarded for being a good boy. Rafael urges her hips back and I can envision the way his cock looks, sliding back and forth between her plump little pussy lips.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, grabbing hold of his wrists as he moves her back and forth. It doesn't take long for her to move on her own, rocking her hips and enjoying his cock the way she should. The way I want her too.

Rafael groans as she moves faster, and I'm about to open my mouth to tell him to get on with it. I'm glad he's having fun, but I want the real deal. I want him inside her. I don't have to tell him though. It's like he knew I was getting impatient and lifts her up to slam her onto his erection.

She throws her head back, crying out in an almost pained way, but the look on her face tells me she certainly isn't in pain. Jordan's hair spills down her back, the tips reaching the top of her ass. Her tits are so perky, the points of her nipples begging to be sucked. She rocks back and forth on him, and you'd never know this was her first time.

Jordan clearly knows pleasure and enjoys it. Or perhaps she enjoys it because she doesn't know it, and this is the first time she's experiencing it. Either way, the way her body chases it, is sexy beyond anything I've ever seen before. It's like an instinct to her. Her inexperienced little body knows exactly what it wants and will do anything to get it.

Rafael thrusts his hips up, ensuring she goes slow, though I see her fighting him and wanting to fuck him fast. He knows when I'm in control, like I am now, he is to go slow so I can enjoy every moment.

"Play with her clit, Rafael." I lean back in the chair, getting more comfortable and allowing my dick more room. The pressure from the tight slacks is nothing but a tease.

Rafael slides his hand between her legs, using his thumb to circle her clit. She bites on her lip, looking down at him as she rides him. Each second that passes, she grows more comfortable, her movements getting smoother. She's enjoying this.

If I weren't a seasoned voyeur, I'd have cum in my pants twice over. But I've learned over the years to control myself. To allow myself to enjoy what I'm watching, enjoy the feel of my dick begging to be touched, but I now know in the end, waiting is worth the finale.

There isn't an ounce of hesitation in Jordan's movements, not a single part of her that's embarrassed or shy. Not now that words aren't needed, and she can use her hot little body. She's riding his cock, she's loving it, and she wants me to know it.

I do love it when they put on a show.

What is she going to say when she finds out I'm going to keep her? Will she be thrilled, knowing this is what she'll get every night? That she'll no longer have to deal with a man who can't please her, but instead, will have two at her every beck and call?

Or will she fight me on it? Will she need some coaxing? Some incentive?

Either way is fine with me. Both roads lead to the same place in the end.

I get to my feet and move to the foot of the bed so I can watch Rafael's glistening cock slide in and out of her tight cunt. She's so wet his balls are soaked, as is the area beneath him. The sound is like music to my ears.

Control. It's what I crave. More than anything else in this world. More than power, more than money, more than necessities like food and air. Control is everything. Over myself, over others. It's all I need.

Though my body reacts physically, needing release, I'll only give in when I decide it's time.

I don't have to ask to know she's never been fucked in her pretty little ass. But she will be. One day soon. My cock will fill that hole and fuck her until she's shaking and begging me to stop and keep going at the same time. I'll fuck her so good she'll forget her own name.

I make my way around the bed to the other side and settle behind Jordan. I grasp Rafael's balls gently, massaging them. His groans grow louder, which urges Jordan on. She moans, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. I drag my finger over his balls, up the base of his dick and slide it along her lips that are hugging his cock so tightly. I keep going to the other hole, but don't press inside. Jordan flinches but doesn't stop riding him.

"Will you tell me to stop?" I ask her.

"No, sir," she cries out. I circle her hole, teasing her, watching her little hole pucker.

"We can't have all the fun tonight. Perhaps we should save it for another time."

Her only response is to moan again and lean forward to press her palms against Rafael's chest. His hands are back on her hips, helping her ride him.

I'd hope she'd respond to my comment about a future time, but she doesn't. I did tell her not to speak unless asked a question, but of all times to disobey me, this would have been a good one.

I tease Jordan's hole for a while, circling it, but never going inside. I will save that for another time.

Rafael's breathing grows ragged. He's getting close, but he won't come until I say he can. He'll do whatever it takes to hold back, even if it means stopping her. Refael is so good at following the rules. But since I have this control issue, I bring my hand to his balls and massage, wanting to make it more difficult for him to stop. His legs tense, and he lets out these deep rumbling sound that has my cock leaking. Pushing his limits really gets me going. Seeing him war between giving into pleasure and pleasing me is incredible.

I love watching him fuck what belongs to me. There is no possible way this will be a one-time deal.

It's a good thing her father won't be able to refuse my offer.

He won't have a choice if he wants to live. He owes a lot of people a lot of money. The Canvanis aren't a family to fuck around with, and Matteo Delise's darling daughter just pissed them off by kicking precious Zachary to the curb. Sure, the little fucker deserved it, but they don't care about that.

Rafael's body tenses, which makes me smile. He's so damn close. I've been with Rafael for years; I know his body well.

"Keep going, Jordan. You're going to make him come," I whisper loud enough for only her to hear. I'm so ready to come myself, but not yet.

Not yet.

My words spur her on, and she fucks him harder. Rocking back and forth and grinding on him with a damn purpose.

His heels dig into the bed, his fingers pressing into her skin.

"Fill her with your cum, Rafael," I tell him.

He lets out a relieving sound, grunting his release. His cock twitches so hard and he cums so much it drips from her, down his balls and onto the bed.

I free my dick before he's finished coming, squeezing out the pre-cum onto the tip of my finger. Jordan stops riding him, but stays put, so I slide between Rafael's legs, and with an arm around her waist, tug her back to my chest. I grasp her chin, pull her head back, and drag my pre-cum-coated finger along her lips.

"Taste me," I tell her. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and I slide my finger inside. She wraps her lips around me and sucks, breathing heavily from her nose as her eyes fall shut. I groan a satisfied sound as I remember her mouth on my cock and how badly I wanted to cum down her throat. I pull my finger from her mouth and push her forward with a hand on her back. Rafael's semi-hard dick slips from her, and I stare in awe as his cum drips from her cunt. I scoop it up, lather it on my dick, and stroke myself. "On your back, Jordan."

She rolls off Rafael and lands on her back, her eyes widening when she sees me stroking my dick. She licks her lips again. I give Rafael a quick look, and he rolls to settle between her legs to clean up his mess. He needs to make her come again.

We've been at this for a while already, and I've been aching since her name was called on stage. I won't last long, but it's okay. There will be another time.

"I'm going to come all over your tight little pussy, Jordan, and then Rafael is going to clean it up like the good boy he is."

She moans, her hands tangling in his hair as he licks and sucks her pussy clean. Raf loves eating pussy almost as much as I do.

"I don't think I can!" she cries. Actual tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh, you can, and you will," I grunt. "You will be such a good girl and come for us again, baby."

She whimpers and whines as Rafael works her body. I keep myself on edge until she's close. She isn't used to allowing her body so much pleasure, but she'll get used to it.

"You need to want it, angel. You want the pleasure, don't you? Want my good boy to give you another orgasm?"

"Yes, yes," she whines, her hands gripping the blanket. Her body writhes on the bed, and Raf grabs her tighter to hold her still while he laps at her.

Orgasms aren't only a natural response. They're mental too. If she wants another, she will have it. But she's fighting it. We'll work on that.

"Relax, Jordan. Give in to your body. Let Rafael make you feel good."

She whimpers, whines, mewls. She looks almost in pain. Tortured. But it's the best kind of torture I've ever seen. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed. She looks on the verge of passing out, but it's only because another orgasm is right there.

"You ready?" I ask when I'm certain she's just about there.

I slip beside Rafael, lift Jordan's leg higher to give me room, and spreading her wider.

"Oh my god!" she cries out. "I'm going to—ah!"

I aim at her swollen, soaked pussy and release all over it. The orgasm is near-blinding, fucking relieving as all hell. Jordan's body lifts from the bed as she screams her release. Rafael licks up as much of my cum as he can while insuring Jordan has another amazing orgasm, to which he succeeded by the looks and sounds of her.

I gather whatever cum he doesn't get and bring it to her mouth. She opens without hesitation, sucking my fingers dry and humming in satisfaction the whole time.

It's fucking beautiful.

More beautiful than she can imagine.

For the first time in my life, I think I'm looking forward to the idea of starting my own family. Because Jordan Delise is damn near perfect wife material.