Chapter 37

37

JJ

Flares seem to go off behind my eyes. My ears are ringing, or maybe that's my toes. No, I can't feel my toes at all, or my fingers, or my limbs, for that matter. I can't remember the last time I came this hard, and that's saying something. My orgasm seems to go on and on. I come down her throat and she swallows it all and that only turns me on even more. I come until I see black spots behind my eyes. When I finally crack my eyelids open, it's to find her pulling back.

My dick plops from her swollen lips. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, and my balls tighten all over again. Her golden gaze meets mine. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is stuck to her forehead. A thread of saliva drools down her chin. A fire detonates in my groin. I'm no longer so young that I can go twice back-to-back, but goddamn, if, with her, I don't find my cock swelling to attention. I release my hold on her hair, only to grip her shoulders. In one smooth motion, I pull her up, then flip her onto her back.

Her voice trembles. "What are you doing—?" She stops when she sees I've lowered myself down between her legs.

I slide my arms under her thighs, then pause.

"You went to sleep on an empty stomach," I point out.

"I was tired."

"You're awake now. Are you hungry? I can get you something."

She shrugs. "Not really. I just had a snack." She smirks.

I shake my head and look down at the bandage around her foot, then back to her face. "How does your foot feel now?"

"It's fine."

I frown, and her lips kick up. "No, really. It's fine. I don't feel any pain at all. My pussy, on the other hand—" She bites down on her lower lip. Of course, my gaze lowers to her mouth.

"You trying to be bratty, little girl?"

She shakes her head.

"Don't lie to me. You want me to pull down your yoga pants and bury my face in your cunt?"

She squeezes her eyes shut. "Oh, god, when you talk dirty like that, it really turns me on."

"You don't have to beat yourself up over that, Lena. It's okay to get aroused by filthy talk."

"I know. It's just… I never expected you to be so proficient at it…" She looks away. "Or at other things," she mutters under her breath.

I release her legs, then crawl up her body. I bracket her in with my elbows and peer into her features.

"Look at me, Lena."

She shakes her head.

"Are you ashamed that we fucked in the car?"

She doesn't reply.

"Are you uncomfortable because you like to call me Daddy?"

She peers up at me from under her eyelids. "Are you uncomfortable when I call you Daddy?"

I glance between her eyes. What if I said it does something interesting to me? That I find it weirdly hot. What does that say about me? What if I admit it to her, and she finds it creepy?

"I prefer my sex to be rough, but I'm not into the lifestyle, not into setting scenes. I'll always take the lead in bed, but I don't have to resort to whips or chains, or any of the things that younger men seem to find so intriguing. I don't need props, not when I have a hot-blooded, willing woman in my arms, and?—"

"Your monster dick in your pants. You only have to unleash that, and you don't need any other weapon to terrorize your sexual partner?"

I choke. "Is that a backhanded compliment? If I'd known the size of my cock would traumatize you?—"

"I'm not emotionally scarred from seeing your dick. " Her eyes twinkle. "Well, not completely, that is."

I scowl. "Did I hurt you when I fucked you in the car yesterday? Were you in discomfort when you sucked me off earlier?"

"No, no." She half laughs. "I was too into the moment yesterday in the car. I mean, all that pent-up frustration and buildup. I wanted to fuck you, as well, you know. And earlier today… I woke up with your cock stabbing into my thigh?—"

"Not going to apologize for that,"

"—and I wanted to taste you. Though, why you couldn't wear your pajamas to bed, I don't know."

"I don't have pajamas," I inform her. "I'm too set in my ways, and not going to change now. Not even for you."

"Yeah." She scoffs. "I guess you know best—" She firms her lips before she can say that last word, but I know—and she knows that I know—what she was going to say then.

Daddy.

A thick sensation swirls in my belly. My groin hardens, my balls tighten, and I don't need to look down to know my cock is now at full-mast.

"Apparently, you're not that set in your ways." Her cheeks heat.

"Apparently not." I lower my head until my eyelashes brush hers. Until I can peer into her eyes and see the flares that dance in their depths. Until her sweet breath sears my cheeks, and her lips part, seducing me to brush my mouth over hers. A whimper spills from her lips. The sound goes straight to my head.

"You can call me anything you want, little girl." I lick her lips.

This time she moans, and my balls feel like they weigh a ton. For chrissake, I just came in her mouth. Clearly, being with her has turned me into a man who can get it up any time. Just for her.

"I am going to eat you out, then I'm going to fuck your tight little cunt, and then I'm going to turn you over and take your ass… If you'll let me."

She swallows and her pupils dilate, a sure sign she's turned on. "JJ," she whines.

"When you pout and moan my name, it fucking drives me crazy."

"JJ," she breathes. The air between us turns thick with erotic intent. "JJ." Her voice breaks. "Jack… please." She thrusts her breasts up so the tips of her pebbled nipples jut out from under the thin camisole top she's wearing.

"What do you want, girl?" I force myself to deliver the words in a voice that comes out in an almost normal tone. ‘Almost' being the operative term. Because I'm quickly losing my grip on the control I've held onto for most of my life. The control I drew on to stare down the boys on the street from the rival gang. The control I needed to not cry out when my best friend knifed me and took off with my money. The control I'd sought when I rose through the ranks in the organized crime syndicate I joined. The control I drew around myself in order to commit the crimes needed to get to the top. The very control I leaned on to transition my business from the Kane company to that of Kane Enterprises. The control that threatens to snap when I stare deeply into her honey-gold eyes. I'm losing myself in them… In her. I'm so close to burying myself in her and not letting go for a very long time. And when she calls me by my first name, I'll do anything for her. Anything.

"Girl?" I cup her cheek. "Tell me what you need."

"You, Jack, I want every filthy, erotic thing you can do to me."

A fierce sensation coils in my chest. My belly hardens, pinpricks of heat tighten at the base of my spine, and I brush my lips over hers. "Your wish is my command." I kiss her more gently than I intended to. With my mouth, I worship hers. With my fingers, I draw back the hair from her features, then plant my hips in between her legs. I lower my weight into her body, and the softness, the give, the sheer surrender of her body takes me by surprise. Her submission is implicit in the curve of her hips, the way she opens her mouth to mine. How she sighs as I slide my tongue over hers, and allows me to suckle her honeyed sweetness is my undoing. I release her lips, then tug her camisole up and over her head. I toss it aside, bend and suck on one ripe nipple.

"Jack," she moans, and fuck if that doesn't make me hornier. I turn my attention to her other nipple, while I squeeze the first one. I tweak her nipple and her entire body jolts. "Oh, god, that feels so good."

I glance up at her, then massage both breasts before I pinch her nipples. She wriggles and makes those little noises that tell me she's aroused. "You like that, little girl?"

She nods.

"Your breasts are so sensitive." I massage them, run my fingers around the rims of her areolae, and her face flushes. She rises up, trying to get closer, and I chuckle. "What's the hurry? We have the entire night, don't we?"

She scowls. "Stop teasing me, JJ."

"Oh, it's JJ now, is it?" I slide down her body, then shove her yoga pants and her panties down her hips. Rising up to my knees, I pull them down her legs and off her feet gently. I drop them to the side, then raise her bandaged foot and kiss her ankle. Goosebumps rise on her skin. I press little kisses up her slim calf to the inside of her knee. When I turn my face into the soft skin there, she sighs. I continue to feather kisses up her thigh. She squirms and tries to pull away, but I grip her hip and stop her. I bury my nose in her pussy and inhale deeply. She shivers. "JJ, please," she whines. "Please, please, please."

"Please what, little girl?" I blow lightly on her cunt and her entire body jolts.

"Omigod, will you fuck me already?"