My cock is rock-hard now and she’s wet enough that I can slide all the way inside her. “Mine,” I growl as I drive into her as far as I can go.
“Yours,” she pants and I bury my head against her neck, sucking at her tender skin as I nail her to the bed.
She responds by wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Her walls squeeze around me as I bring her close to the edge. I don’t have the patience to draw this out for her and make her pleasure last longer. This is about showing her how much I need her. How much I love to fuck her. I shift my hips so I can hit her sweet spot and she hisses in my ear as I slam hard into her.
“Jax,” she gasps as she comes for me.
“That’s my good girl,” I breathe in her ear as the waves of her climax wash over her and I bite down on her neck as I find my own release, marking her with my teeth and my seed so that everyone will know she belongs to me.
When we are both breathless and spent, I roll onto my side, pulling her against me so her back is flush against my chest, my arm around her and her perfect ass pressed against my cock. I breathe in the scent of her hair and she purrs contentedly.
“Is there anything else I need to know, Luce?” I ask.
“No, Jax. Promise,” she whispers. “You know everything. You know me better than I know myself.”
“Hmm. You’d better believe it,” I say, nipping her ear and making her giggle. I love her laugh. It’s completely infectious.
“What did you mean earlier?” she breathes.
“When, baby?” I frown.
“When we first got here and you made me pass out against my front door,” she laughs again. “You said you knew exactly where that came from.”
“Oh,” I smile as I pull her closer to me. “You really don’t know?”
She shakes her head. “No.” she shakes her head.
“Whenever I call you a good girl? You don’t feel that?”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Well, yeah. It kind of does something to me, but I didn’t realize it was so obvious.”
“Anything that makes you wet is obvious to me, baby. Even more so if it’s the thing that tips you over the edge when you’re ready to come.”
“Is that weird that I like that?” she whispers. “I mean I’m like a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself.”
“It’s no weirder than how hard it makes me to call you my good girl,” I growl in her ear. “Because you are, aren’t you?”
“Jax,” her breath hitches in her throat. “Unless you’re ready to go again, you need to stop right now.”
I laugh as I pull her tighter. “I’m always ready to go with you, but you need some sleep.”
“Are you telling me what to do now?” She feigns her indignation but her shallow breaths are telling me a different story.
“Oh I know you like that too,” I chuckle. “But only in my bed, baby.”
“Except that this is my bed,” she reminds me.
I run my hand over her body and she shivers at my touch. When I reach her throat I squeeze gently. “That’s where you’re wrong, Lucia. Any bed that you are in is my bed. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she purrs and the sound vibrates through my cock.
“Good. Now behave and go to sleep,” I warn her with a final kiss on her temple.