Her cheeks redden further. “Oh, yeah,” she whispers.
They were my wedding gift from her and Matthias. Simple platinum ones with two words engraved on each one. Husband and Dad. The two most precious roles I will ever have in my entire life.
I hold out my wrists and she removes the cufflinks before placing them on the dresser beside us. Then she pulls the rest of my shirt over my arms, her warm soft skin leaving trails of fire on mine. I rarely let her undress me, preferring instead to watch her coming down from an orgasm while I do it myself. But something about this with her tonight, now that she’s my wife, I want her to take this tux off me herself.
Once my shirt is in a heap on the floor, she goes to my dress pants. My belt and zipper are already undone, so all she has to do is slide her hands in them and work them down. She tugs at my boxers too while she does, dropping to a crouching position as she pulls them over my calves.
“Damn shoes,” she mutters as she tugs at the laces.
“Here, let me help,” I say, kicking them off for her.
“Thank you,” she whispers as she brushes a thick curl out of her eyes.
I lift my feet one at a time so she can take off my socks and my dress pants, and once I’m naked she stands tall again, brushing those hard nipples the length of my body as she does.
“You are so damn beautiful,” she breathes, echoing what I say to her almost every time I see her naked, and making me grin. Her hand slides over my abs and down to my cock. She wraps her hand around the shaft and squeezes tightly, making me groan. “How are you still hard after what we just did?”
Coasting my hands down her back, she squirms as I skim over her waist because she’s so ticklish. I drop my hands to her ass and squeeze. “I amalwaysfucking hard for you, baby. I could fuck you seven ways to Sunday and still keep going.”
She sucks in a sharp breath before I lift her by her ass cheeks and plant her down on the bed. Crawling over her, she spreads her legs wide for me and I settle between her thighs, my cock nudging at her entrance. Taking her hands, I lace my fingers through hers and pin them either side of her head as I edge inside her, sliding in easily as her juices coat the top of her thighs and my groin.
“Jax.” My name leaves her lips on a breathy moan.
“You’re so fucking wet, Luce. How the fuck do you get like this, baby?”
She stares into my eyes. “Because you make me come so hard,” she laughs softly and I take in a breath.
She doesn’t deserve the pounding I’m about to give her. She’s going to be sore and swollen no matter how ready I’ve made her, but that’s not going to stop me. When she remembers our wedding night, I want her to remember how I felt inside her, when I molded her tight little pussy to the shape of my cock forever.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, rubbing my nose over her jawline and inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent.
“You, Jax,” she purrs, rolling her hips so that I’ll slide deeper inside her, but I pull back. She’ll get all of me when I’m ready.
“Damn right you do.”
“Please, Jax,” she bucks her hips again, desperate for my cock even though I’ve only just fucked her. I love how much she wants me, even though it’s nothing compared to my need for her.
“You’re mine, Luce. You got that?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “Yours.”
“Mine!” I drive all the way into her silky heat, forcing her further up the bed.
I release her hands and she cries out, her nails scratching my back as she clings to me. She draws me deeper, her tight, wet pussy gripping me like a vise — like she will never let me go. She’s mine, but I’m hers too. There’s been no-one like this before her, and there will be no-one after her.
“Damn, Jax. You fuck me so good,” she gasps out on a breath.
“I’ll fuck you like this forever, baby.”
“Promise?” she stares into my eyes, pleading with me even as I’m fucking her raw.
“Promise.” I bury my head in her neck and fuck her until we both find our release.
Chapter3
Lucia
Jax rests his hand on my thigh as he turns the truck onto the dirt road that leads to his ranch. The only light are the headlights of the truck and the half moon overhead. His Aunt Molly and his father, Harvey, run the place, and the locals don’t even know it belongs to him. It’s been in his father’s family for years, and when Harvey almost lost it ten years ago, Jax bought it back.