Page 88 of Mine, Forever

“I like the pain,” I said to him, grinding my pussy over his hard cock. The lace was pushing into my clit, the friction feeling undeniably orgasmic.

“Jesus,” Jett swore, gritting his teeth as he put his hands on my hips. “Let me fuck you.”

“No, I want to fuck you,” I told him. “Just lay there and take it.”

He let out a chuckle as I ground against him harder, his laugh turning into a groan. I’d had enough, my pussy was relentlessly throbbing for him to enter me. Pushing up slightly, I moved my panties to one side and guided his cock into my pussy. Sliding all the way down his length, achingly slow, I watched with glee as Jett’s eyes began to roll back into his head. His thrusts began to meet mine as I rode him hard. I moved his hands from my hips up onto my scarred back. His eyes looked into mine warily, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, his fingers carefully explored the dips and grooves of my scars as I ground against him. His hands on my back excited me. It hurt, that was for sure, but it also excited me to the point of almost orgasming. I braced my hands against Jett’s pecs as I continued to ride him, his hands moved up and down my back, fingers pinching my hips every now and then. Sweat began to bead on my forehead as I worked toward my orgasm, Jett was holding on with everything he had to make sure I came first, as always. One of these days I would push him to see how far he would go, but right now, I needed him too damn much.

The familiar pulling feeling overcame me as my walls clenched around Jett’s cock. I screamed as my orgasm rocketed through me causing my thighs to squeeze against his body. Jett’s fingers dug into my hips as he arched his back, pushing me up further, and he began to plow into me from underneath.

Fuck, he was going to send me into another orgasm straight away. I held on, but it would do no good. I was losing control of everything as my walls thrummed against his hard cock, slamming into me. The tension was beginning to make my body shake with the oncoming orgasm.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted as he pounded into me. His orgasm was approaching, his arms were taut, the veins pushing against his skin, waiting to be released.

It hit. Hard and overwhelming. I clutched his arms as my body spasmed. It shot up and down my back, down my legs to my toes which curled under. Jett’s loud groan alerted me to his release plundering into me, the hot spurts hitting the back of my wall with such intensity, I thought I’d fall backward. His arms caught my elbows and held me there as he came hard inside me.

My body was limp as he fell back down on the bed pulling me with him. I landed on his chest, traveling up and down with his deep breaths. It felt like—home.

JETT

“What’s wrong?” I asked Ronni as she stood in the kitchen, her hands on her hips. She was almost startled to see me there.

“Nothing.”

She came to sit down with me at the table, a plate of cold toast in front of her.

“Jesus… just fucking tell me.”

If something rattled her, I knew it couldn’t be good. I ate my breakfast waiting for her to spill the beans.

“We really need Aubrey.”

“Why?”

“He’s damn good at what he does, that’s why.”

“A lot of people are good at killing, Ronni.”

“Yeah, but he’s a strategist. Seeing him again was amazing. I’d forgotten what a good man he is.”

“So what’s the reason you need him now? You seem to have a fine empire set up here.”

“I do, but I can’t risk my girls’ safety all the time for things that shouldn’t affect them. Remember how I told you I killed my father?”

I nodded.

“Well, I’ve been on the run for a long time from those who wish to see me dead for it.”

“Like who?”

“His brothers.”

“Okay… aren’t they dead?”

“Not quite. You see, the brothers aren’t his blood relations. My father was the Founder of the Brotherhood.”

I dropped my spoon in the milk unable to comprehend what she’d said. Surely, I hadn’t heard her correctly.

“The Brotherhood?”