I’ve had a lot of emotions about my father over the past week. I’ve been angry, sad, and confused. I’m angry that he did this to himself, and to our family. I’m sad because I lost him, without ever being able to ask him why, and I’m confused that I feel so many different emotions about one single person.
I walk into the bedroom where Jenny has set up a bed for Jagger. Angel is in with him, and they’re discussing something. Jagger is looking much better, and his gunshot wound is healing well. When I enter, Angel stands and gives Jagger a swift nod.
“I’ll leave you two. Yell out if you need anything, boss.”
“Will do.”
Angel smiles at me, and then leaves the room. I go over and sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at the man who has captured my soul.
“How you feelin’ about tomorrow?” he asks.
I shrug, “Relieved. Confused. I don’t know.”
“Yeah, it’s a big fuckin’ mess.”
“Also, there’s something I didn’t tell you...” I say, figuring now is the best time to tell him that I took the information before meeting my father.
His eyes narrow. “What?”
“I copied that information before I met with my father.”
His eyes widen. “What?”
“I have it here.”
“You’re fuckin’ clever, I knew you were,” he grins, a smile I haven’t seen from him in days.
“What’s so important about this island anyway, other than it holding a lot of bad people?”
“That information could end some of the biggest drug trading in the world.”
I raise my brows. “What?”
“I’ll tell you all about it soon, but I need you to give it to me.”
I hesitate. “I don’t want any more danger.”
“I know, but while that information is around, you’re not safe. I need to get rid of it and make sure no one finds out you have it. They all need to think that Manchez had the only copy, and it went down with him.”
He’s right.
I have to trust him. Eventually, I have to give myself over to knowing he has my best interests at heart.
“Ok.”
He takes my face into his hands and jerks me down towards him, kissing me. I groan and cling to him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and toying with his. God, I’ve missed this. Missed him.
“I need to fuck you so badly,” he growls.
“You have a dirty mouth.”
He licks my lower lip. “You love my dirty mouth.”
“You have no idea. Tell me more.”
He leans into my ear, while his fingers slide into my shorts and find my clit. I whimper as he starts talking and stroking.
“Your little pussy is so tight, I want to fuck it so hard. I love the feeling of my cock inside you. I want so badly to grip those beautiful curvy hips and drive into you until you can’t breathe. I want you to wrap your lips around my cock and suck until I’m cumming so hard...”
I whimper and grip his shoulders, his finger moves faster and faster and I’m so close to the edge.
“Say my name, baby. Say it while you cum for me. Say it.”
“Johnny,” I gasp and shudder as an orgasm rips through my body.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing me again.
“How long until I can have you again?” I whisper, dropping my forehead to his.
“Right fuckin’ now.”
I pull back. “I’ll hurt you...”
“Not if you ride me real slow.”
The thought has my groin clenching again. I stand and slowly shimmy my shorts off. He watches me with a hungry expression as I remove my top and bra until I’m standing fully naked in front of him.
“Get over here,” he growls.
I smile seductively and reach for his pants, gently lowering them and tossing them to the ground. He slides his hips forward and I straddle him, taking care not to lean on his stomach. I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly begin lowering myself onto his throbbing dick.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I slowly slide down.
When I’m fully impaled, his eyes roll a little and his breathing quickens. I lift myself up and gently slide back down again, relishing in his cries of pleasure. I continue this pattern, gently rocking my hips until he’s begging me for more. I love to hear him beg, it does crazy things to me.
“Tell me how good I feel?” I purr, in a husky voice.
“So fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ tight. God, you make me want to fuckin’ cum so hard.”
“Cum for me,” I croon, rocking back and forth.
His jaw is tight, and his head is back, his hands are on my hips and his chest muscles are straining as he nears closer.
“Not until you,” he rasps.
“This isn’t for me.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he finally lets go.
His ragged groans fill my ears and bring me over the edge, I cum with him and we both cry out as my body milks him. When we come down from our high, I gently slide off him and pull on my clothes. He leans back, grinning lazily at me.