Page 68 of Call It What You Want
“Things are different now.” His eyes darken. “You have my name, Ava. You’re my wife. And soon, you’ll have my cum dripping down your thighs. Does that sound like I’m trying to get rid of you?”
I’m ashamed to admit it, but if I wasn’t wet before, I’m drenched now. My clit is practically pulsing with the need for him to make good on his threat.
He dips his head and claims my mouth again, but where before there was wild desperation, now there’s something darker. More controlled. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I taste copper. Blood. But whether it’s mine or his, I can’t tell.
His body is curved over me, warm, heavy, and I can feel his hard length as it brushes the inside of my thigh. At this point, my pussy is vibrating like a damn tuning fork, and I seriously don’t know how much longer I can take this. I open my thighs wider and lift my hips in a desperate attempt to give him a fucking clue. My body is screaming to be fucked, my impatience climbing by the nanosecond.
Instead of taking the very obvious hint, he swirls his tongue over my nipple slowly, before sucking it into a tight peak. It’s torture. And I know it’s intentional. If anyone knows my body, it’s Jackson. He knows what I want, and he’s deliberately withholding it.
“Fuck me now, Jackson,” I say through gritted teeth, making zero attempt to be coy about it. I’m so far past that, it’s not even funny. “Or I swear to God…”
A low chuckle rumbles against my skin, warm and rich. He reaches between our bodies, fists his cock, and guides it to my entrance without penetrating.
“You want this cock?” he asks, his tone drenched with smug satisfaction.
I consider not answering, but my entire body feels like it’s about to launch into orbit. The energy pulsing through my veins is fucking cosmic.
“Yes,” I choke out, my hips undulating, frantically searching for that release that only he can give me.
“Then you know what you need to say,” he whispers, guiding the head of his cock up and down the length of my slit, teasing.
I lick my bottom lip and taste blood. I know what he wants—my submission, my admission that I’m his. But the words stick in my throat. I can’t say what I already know, what I’ve known for a while. Because saying it feels too much like surrender.
So I reach for a compromise.
“You’re not wrong,” I choke out, hips twisting. All I need is a little more pressure on my clit. “It’s true, okay. Are you happy?”
Before I can even blink, he’s gripping my face, squeezing my jaw until tears gather in my eyes. “Say it, Ava. I need to fucking hear it.”
God, I want this so bad. When he fucked me in during the ceremony, it was quick, dirty. And all it did was wet my appetite. I’ve been hungry for his cock ever since.
But, as much as I want him, I can’t say I belong to him.
I just can’t let him win.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Jackson
With her delicate jaw in my hand, and the head of my cock nudging her entrance, I wait for her to say the words I’ve been desperate to hear for three-fucking-years.
But instead of submission, all I see is defiance.
I could fuck her now, shove my cock in so deep she screams, but no obedience, no reward.
I clench my jaw so hard my teeth ache, but I force myself off her, stepping back onto the floor. Now, I’m standing over her, burning with need, cock straining, eyes locked on hers.
“Come back,” she whimpers, twisting on the mattress, but I don’t feel sympathy. I feel anger. This girl has the audacity to deny me the one thing I want—no, the one thing Ineed—her full, willing surrender.
“Up on your knees,” I grind out.
There’s a brief flicker of resistance in her eyes, but she must realize she’s not getting what she wants without compliance, so she reluctantly does as she’s told. She’s kneeling in front of me on the mattress, lips parted, eyelids heavy, waiting for my next command.
I fist my cock, pumping it once. Twice. “Suck me off.”
It’s a test, a punishment for defying me.
For a split second, she hesitates, her eyes flicking up at me, daring me to push. Finally, she lowers onto her palms and touches her tongue to the tip of my cock, then takes my shaft into her mouth. A groan is torn from my throat.Fuck,her mouth feels good. I grip her hair, fisting it, guiding her head as it bobs. My hips push forward, forcing my cock deeper into her throat.
