Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“This makes it official.” My voice was low but certain. “You’re mine.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of the future sitting right there in my arms.
Eventually, she pulled back, and her fingers brushed over the leather reverently before she clutched it to herself.
“It’s real,” she whispered, her eyes flicking up to mine, shining like she was holding back tears.
“It was always real.” I cupped her jaw, my thumb stroking the edge of her lips. “This just tells the rest of the world what I already fucking know.”
Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, then she gave up and kissed me instead. Soft at first, then deeper and hungrier. I sat on the bed, and she climbed onto my lap, the vest rough under my palms as I pulled her closer.
I tugged the zipper down and pushed it open, just enough to get my hands under it, sliding across bare skin. The contrast was sharp—the cool leather on the outside, the silken warmth of her beneath my palms. Her nipples tightened instantly when I brushed against them.
She gasped into my mouth, her hips shifting over my cock where it already strained against the weight of her.
“Mine,” I growled against her lips, my hands squeezing her waist. “Every inch of you, Lark.”
She shuddered, her voice a broken whisper. “Yes. Yours.”
I flipped her back onto the mattress in one motion, climbing over her and spreading her legs with my knees. The vest framed her bare body, the leather stark against her flushed skin. My cock ached at the sight.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasped, dragging my palm down her stomach, fingertips skimming her slick heat. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
She was dripping already, wet and hot against my hand. My chest tightened with the need to sink into her. I slid two fingers inside, and her back arched, her lips falling open on a moan that made my cock twitch painfully.
“That’s it.” I curled my fingers just right, stroking her until her thighs quivered. “Give it to me, baby. Let me hear you.”
Her head tipped back, hair spilling wild across the pillow, lips wet, eyes heavy. “Jax—oh yes—”
I bent and sealed my mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple hard while my fingers pumped into her, sending her higher. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her pussy tightening around me in desperate pulses.
Her orgasm hit like an earthquake, sharp and sudden. She cried out and arched her back as I bit down lightly on her breast. Her whole body shook against me, clenching hard around my fingers, soaking my hand with her release.
I groaned into her skin, dragged my fingers free, and sucked them clean as I replaced them with the thick head of my cock.
“Not done yet,” I muttered, lining myself up. “Not until I’m so deep inside you’ll never get me out.”
Then I thrust hard, burying myself to the hilt.
Her scream tore through the room, and I clamped my hand over her hip to hold her in place. Her walls squeezed me so tight it bordered on pain, dragging me deeper every time I pulled back and slammed in again.
“Fuck.” Sweat already dripped down my spine. “So fucking tight, baby. You were made for my cock.”
Her hands fisted in the sheets, her body arching, every thrust making her tits bounce, the vest shifting open over her chest. I grabbed it, pulled her up slightly off the bed. I loved seeing her wearing it while I fucked her.
“Look at you,” I growled, watching my cock disappear into her slick, swollen pussy, then reappear shiny with her arousal. “Wearing my patch while I ruin you. Nobody else ever gets this. Only me.”
She sobbed, her head tossing against the pillow, her nails clawing at the sheets. “Jaxton! Oh, yes—yes!”
My hips snapped faster, my chest pressed against hers as the bed rattled hard against the wall. The smell of sex was thick in the air, sweat and leather, her vanilla shampoo drowned in heat and musk.
Her pussy clenched in sharp, desperate flutters, dragging me with her.
“Come for me, Lark,” I demanded, my voice low and guttural. “Scream my name while I fill you up.”
She shattered on command, her body locking around mine, wet heat gushing down my cock. Her scream of my name rang through the room, wild and broken, and it ripped my control to shreds.
I slammed in one last time, grinding deep, and roared as I spilled inside her. My cock pulsed, emptying thick waves into her while I held her crushed to me, refusing to let her move. My hand splayed over her belly, possessive and reverent, as if I could feel her body already taking me in.
“Mine,” I panted against her mouth, kissing her hard and rough. “You’re mine, baby, inside and out. Don’t forget it.”