Page 35 of Plain Jade

He released her tits and then pushed her back, taking the lounge pants off her, and through the process, she released a little giggle. That amusement soon turned to pleasure as he pressed a finger against her core. He rocked his thumb back and forth against her clit, driving her wild as he did so. His name spilled from her lips. The sound was filled with pleasure, and he couldn’t get enough, but he also needed to taste her.

He didn’t pull her back onto his lap, but instead crawled to her. With her legs spread wide, waiting for him, he opened the lips of her cunt and stared down at her pretty pussy. Her clit was slightly swollen, clearly begging for his mouth, and he wasn’t a man to reject her, so, he began to lick and suck at her clit. Taking the swollen bud between his teeth, biting down, just gently. Not enough to cause her pain, but enough to make her moan for more.

The sounds she made were going straight to his cock. He wanted to just fuck right inside her. To take her hard and fast so she would forget everything, and just remember how he was in this moment, on this day.

“Please!”

Braxton pushed two fingers inside her pussy and began to stretch them out. In and out, he pressed, working her cunt, and then he added a third finger. She was still so tight. He began to lick at her pussy, flicking back and forth, drawing her closer to the peak, not allowing her to go over the edge but keeping her poised at the precipice. He wanted her soaking wet before she took his big, thick cock.

Another moan, another whimper, and then, when he knew she couldn’t handle the wait any longer, or the pleasure, he pushed her over the edge and she went there with a moan. Screaming his name, begging him, he gave her everything. Working her pussy until she couldn’t think straight.

Even when her orgasm had long since left her body, he couldn’t get enough of her taste, so he pushed her toward a second orgasm. This time, he didn’t wait or give it time to fester, he pushed her right over the edge. This time, she was shaking, and her body didn’t seem to comply. He lifted her into his arms, sitting her back on his lap.

She put her hands on his shoulders, and then looked at him. Seconds passed, and he reached between them. Jade lifted herself up and helped him line the tip of his cock against her core, and slowly he pulled her back down over his length. This time, they both moaned.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down those last final inches, and she screamed his name. Sweet music to his ears as it echoed off the walls. There was only ever going to be one man’s name that spilled from her lips. That would be his, every single time.

She belonged to him.

Was all his.

Every single part of her.

Pushing some of the hair off her face, he looked into her eyes and saw those brown depths staring right back at him. He loved this woman. Braxton knew that now. It was clear as day to him. He loved her and there was no way he was giving her up. He’d tried to walk away, to leave, to allow someone else to be with her, but it wasn’t going to happen.

Jade was his. She belonged to him, and there was no way he could let her go. Any man who came near her was going to die. No one would replace him.

Holding her hips, he began to rock her up and down his length.

Braxton wasn’t used to wanting anything. All his life, he was used to having things taken from him. When he finally left that fucking farm, without a backward glance, he didn’t possess anything. Had nothing in his life that could be taken from him. Until Jade.

He had plenty of money. Had earned his wealth, but he didn’t buy things with it, nothing of any value. He simply existed from one job to the next. Until he found Jade—his reason for living. She gave him a purpose, and after he took care of business, he was going to spend the rest of his life making her happy. He didn’t want to ever see her sad.

“Braxton?” she asked.

“Yeah, baby.”

He held himself still within her.

She cupped his face and looked into his eyes. “I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

Several days later, Braxton sat in the gangster’s home. It had been easy to locate. All it had taken from him was a couple of days watching his whereabouts. He was good at keeping to the shadows, so it was easy for him to go undetected. After observing the little prick for a couple of days, Braxton had grown tired of waiting. Tonight, Michael Grumio was going to die.

Grumio was one of the more successful gangsters working on the streets. He had a range of businesses from women, to drugs, to running guns. He had ties to the local Mafia, Bratva, and even a couple of MCs in his belt.

Braxton wasn’t interested in his business associates. He had worked for several of them over the years, providing the job was right.

I love you.

He didn’t want to think about Jade right now.

All the soldiers that had been patrolling the grounds were dead. He had left the bodies as well. Grumio had gone to a small banquet, dinner for a children’s charity where he was expected to give money. It was all very sweet and charming. People would think he was the kind of man who loved kids. He didn’t love them, not unless they earned him money.

Braxton knew it wouldn’t be long now before his target arrived. He’d snagged an apple from the kitchen, inspected it, and took a bite. It was juicy.

Tapping his fingers on his thigh, he tried to wait patiently. His thoughts kept returning to Jade. She had told him she loved him and he’d not said anything to her, because when he asked her, he wanted to have certain things in place.

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