“Doesn’t matter. Let’s go.”
“You know, you’re not much of a conversationalist right now. I’m trying to make sense of how you’re acting and you’re just being a nut. And a bossy nut at that.”
I lean over her and smile, but it’s not a warm smile and she cringes back. “I am bossy. Very bossy. That’s why I am the boss. And you’re mine so I’m gonna fucking boss the hell out of you. I’m gonna follow you and stalk you and just generally make sure that you’re safe and well. And I’m doing it all for your own good. I always have.”
Now I have her attention. “You followed me before? Is that why my boyfriends always disappeared? Did you threaten them?”
I laugh, throwing my head back. “Boyfriends? Bunch of chicken-shits. There wasn’t a real man among them. And yeah, I told them how it was gonna be and they left.”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me, shocked. “You’ve lost your mind.”
I nod. “As soon as I saw you. Now walk or I’ll carry you out.”
She nods but I can see the wheels turning. “And don’t think that you can get away. I’ll find you wherever you go.”
* * *
That night, I sit in the bed, my body covered with the sheet. “Sasha! Come on, baby girl. It’s our wedding night and I’m an impatient bastard.”
“I’m coming,” she grumbles.
“Not yet.” But soon. My fingers shake and I can’t stop the hunger barreling through me when she steps out of the bathroom in the silky nightgown I got her. I wanted to get her some jewelry for it but it didn’t seem like the right time yet.
“Lord, you are a sight, Mrs. Price. Come over here,” I growl.
She walks over slowly, her feet slow and hesitant. She stops by the bed. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Jackson? I might not be what you want. We might not be compatible in the bedroom.”
I snort and hold out a hand to run it along her arm, watching the goosebumps run along her delicate skin. “You are exactly what I want. Always have been. And I can promise you that we are going to be very compatible in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or the car. Wherever the fuck I can get you.”
I tug her hand and pull her down to the bed. I know I need to take it slow. Get her warmed up because she’s never been with anyone and I’m a large man in every way.
My hands run up along her sides, cradling her plump breasts in my hand, my mouth watering when her head falls back, her throat exposed.
“So fucking pretty and responsive. You just sit back and let me make you feel good, baby girl.”
I slide the straps down her arms until her luscious mounds pop free and then I tug at one with my fingers, rolling it around, pinching it lightly while my mouth closes around the other. Licking and biting, I groan when her fresh, clean taste hits my tongue. “You taste like heaven, Sash. So fucking good.” Sucking hard, my other hand runs down her thick thigh until I’ve pulled the silky gown up and exposed her neatly-trimmed mound.
“Jackson,” she whines. “I need you.”
“I know you do. You’ve needed me for a long time and I’m a selfish bastard that I didn’t give you what you needed. But I will now. And forever.”
My finger moves to cup her weeping core and she jumps and moans, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Jack…”. Her voice trails off on a moan when I push two fingers inside her slick lips, dancing lightly, delicately until I find her clit. Then I pull at it, pinching it just a bit. A little pleasure with the pain.
“Oh my god,” she moans and her hips chase my fingers. Restless, her legs slide back and forth on the silken sheets. Until I lift myself up and cover her. My hips roll with hers even though I haven’t entered her yet. I can feel her slick heat right there though and it’s so tempting to just push my aching shaft inside her body.
Holding her down, I push at her hips, pushing them open further until my shoulders hold them open. Before she can say a word, my tongue is licking up and down her wet slit, greedy lips drinking up over drop of her dew.
“Jackson!” she screams, her fingers tangled in my hair. Her hips pushing me further into her until I can’t breathe. But I don’t give a damn. I’d gladly smother myself in her sweet juices.
Her pulses slow and still and then I lick her hard and soft, driving her higher and higher until she’s panting, breathless, begging for me to stop.
“I can’t take anymore, Jackson! Please!” she sobs.
“You can. Just wait.” And then I suck her clit into my mouth hard, nipping it while I drive three fingers into her tight hole.
“Oh my god!” She goes off like a bomb, sitting straight up in the bed, screaming and cursing my name. Her pussy spasms and I drive my dick straight into her.
“Jackson! Oh god!” She stiffens and tears drip down her alabaster cheeks.