Page 34 of Free-Falling
“Okay. So let me plead my case then.” I pull almost all the way out, I grab the harnesses around her midsection and I go to work.
Ainslee falls back on my desk with her legs wrapped around my waist for some form of stability. I know that as I yank on the harnesses, fucking her like this, I’m choking her at the same time. She’s so damned beautiful like this. My personal porn-star. I smile because she doesn’t even realize that she’s becoming what I told her she’d be. Her heels dick into my ass cheeks and I bite my lip, loving the pain.
“Oh Jag!” She yells out not giving a damn about the people that can hear us.
“Perform for me, baby, perform.” I lean in, biting the top of her breast hard enough for her to open her eyes and act impulsively. Ainslee slaps the shit out of me and I growl.
I go harder, shaking my desk with each thrust, and Ainslee digs into my wrists with her fingernails. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” She starts off.
“Oh, but you did, baby. You did. You want to make it up to me?” I taunt her.
She gasps as I roll my hips. “Oh! I’ll give you babies, Jag. I’ll give you babies. Fuck.” She shuts her eyes again.
“No, no, pretty baby. That’s not how you’ll make it up to me. Look at me,” her eyes flutter connecting with mine. “Tell me what you said over the phone. Say it now.”
Her eyes go wide with panic and so many other emotions in her eyes. I fear she won’t say it. Ainslee opens her mouth, “I love you, Jagger Hanlon.” She surprises me, and I come.
I pump into her, manipulating her clit as she comes too. As she comes down from the high, I lean into her and kiss her softly and slowly. I pull away and caress her cheek, “I love you too, Ainslee Hanlon. Fuck, I love you.”
To others, this may seem sudden but to me. To us, this was something that was a long time coming. I kiss my wife again, not hiding the smile on my face at all and she kisses me back too, like I’m all that matters.
Ainslee
After cleaning me up, Jagger cleans himself up while watching me get dressed. I slip into his spare boxer-briefs that he keeps in his office. They snuggle tight, accentuating my hips and ass. I cock my brow at him. “Are you cleaning up or are you jacking off?” I tease.
Jagger groans. “Stop it, Ains. You know I can bury myself deep in your pussy for hours. I need to concentrate.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Fine.” I button up the same shirt I took off. Jagger tucks himself back in and zips up his pants. He doesn’t button up yet, he takes off his suit jacket placing it on his chair and walks over to me.
“It’s not buttoned all the way, baby.” Jagger grits through his teeth. He buttons it all the way up, then he grips the collar of the shirt and pulls me to him. Jagger leans down, kissing me with such passion, I know that if he wasn’t gripping my ass in his other hand, I would’ve fallen on my ass. Jagger dips his hand inside of the boxers gripping my bare ass and dips his middle finger right in between my cheeks, massaging the puckered hole. “You know I can make you cum like this, right?” Jagger says the second he stops kissing me.
I look him in the eye and wonder if he’s being full of shit or what? I take a step back, but he doesn’t let go of my collar. That’s fine. “Can you actually do that?” I ask.
He devilishly smiles and pulls me to him again. He removes his hand from inside the boxers and smacks my ass hard. This causes my eye to twitch. Fuck, I didn’t think he could do it any harder. I bite the inside of my cheek, stopping myself from smiling at his actions. Jagger watches me for a minute before licking his lips. “Must you test me every step of the way, Ains?”
I reach up and grip his jaw, digging my nails until his eyes flutter. Every time Jagger does this, I know he’s turned on. “You really like this, don’t you, Jag?” I say to him. I take advantage of him leaning in to me and lick his lips, tracing the path that his tongue took.
He grunts and tries to pull out of my hold, but I pull him even closer to me with my other hand digging into the nape of his neck. I lightly scratch his neck. “Harder, baby.” He commands.
“Beg me, Jagger. Beg me to hurt you.” I test out this time. I bite my lip waiting for his defiance, but he smiles.
“Please, baby. Hurt me, Ainslee. Dig your nails into my neck and leave your fucking mark. I want everyone to see and know that I’m yours.” He says.
His words shake me to my core. I don’t expect him to say this and this causes me to do exactly that. I kiss him as I dig my nails into his flesh, but not enough to cause a wound. I never want to hurt him. Hurting him would hurt me. Jagger is the first to pull away. “Ainslee, if you could go anywhere in this world, where would you want to go? Tell me off the top of your head.”
“The Amalfi coast in Italy.” I answer. “Mikonos said it’s beautiful and that if I have time to go, I should.”
He tilts his head. “Who’s Mikonos?”
“You don’t remember him? Tall, broody, used to give you the middle finger whenever he was around?”
In Jagger’s eyes, there’s recognition, and he throws his head back laughing. “That big fucker. I thought he got shot in the dick or something?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Nope. Pretty sure, he’s downstairs waiting for me.”
“Why?”
“Because Jag, I’m the next Don in line and he’s my right hand. Where else can he go without me?” I say as a matter-of-factly.
