He pushes into me without warning, stretching me in a way I’m beginning to expect. Each time it feels so damn good. He hooks his hands under my knees and rolls his hips, delivering deep strokes. He looks so good when he’s fucking, his fuller bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and his soft grunts of pleasure are the perfect accompaniment to his whiskey eyes feasting of the sight of his dick disappearing inside of me
“I’m buying so many supplies for you.”
“Supplies?”
“Clamps, cock rings, restraints…” I feel his dick twitch inside of me. “Shit. Talking about it is taking me too high. Shut up.”
“You were talking!” I protest. “You can’t blam—"
He hooks his fingers in my mouth to keep me from talking. I bite him but he moans.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
His words sound like a warning laced with a threat. But filled with so much promise It’s surprising that I’m looking forward to it. That’s later, I can focus on being fucked now.
“Oh, Jagger,” I whimper when he hits me in the perfect spot.
“Moan my fucking name again. No. Say it as a prayer only I can answer.” Leaning in, he cups my jaw and moans in my ear, “Pray to me, doll.”
He drops the intensity, giving me shallow strokes to tease my entrance. They feel damn good, the worst kind of tease. His thumb slides over my nipple and makes me quiver. I buck but he keeps the teasing pace. My pride tells me to be stubborn but my body is begging for the good stuff.
“Oh, Jagger. Please give me more.”
Triumph flashes in his eyes as he returns to full throttle. The first stroke floods my body with heat, the second tightens the coil deep inside, and the third breaks me apart. I cry out and claw at his arms while I lose all rational thought.
“Get on your knees and thank me for your blessing.” He gets on my nerves but I’m so into this I comply.
He moans when I suck him in without hesitation. Jagger has a beautiful dick that makes my mouth water when I see it. It is rare that I want to give so freely but I do with him. He grabs my hair and we maintain eye contact as he fucks my face until he cums down my throat. I think I see pride in his eyes when I swallow.
I shudder when he squeezes my boob. At this rate I won’t have time for anything but sex.
Jagger’s phone rings and he sighs hard before answering.
“Hey, Mom.” He listens to what she says. “No. I haven’t spoken to that asshole. I’m not watching my mouth. He should have minded his fucking business.” Jagger rubs his face, obviously not agreeing with anything his mom is saying. “You’re not helping right now. I don’t want to meet you for lunch. I’m trying my best not to fucking snap at you.”
Wow. This is him trying? I flinch thinking about how my mom would have been at my house to fight me already. No judgement. Different parents, different respect thresholds.
He puts her on speaker while he occupies himself with checking something on the phone.
“Jagger, dear. Can we just have lunch?”
“I just ate.” It shouldn’t make me blush but it does. I pull my robe back on and busy myself with getting the items he knocked on the floor.
“How about you meet me at one? The same place we used to go.”
“I’m sure I’ll be busy,” he dismisses her request.
“Just think about it. I’ll be there.”
“Love you, Mom,” he says then ends the call.
I’ve only been in his presence for twenty-four hours but I’m genuinely curious about the interaction.
“I’m not trying to be nosy…”
“Then don’t be,” he says en route to...his room? Our room? This is all confusing.
The problem-solver in me feels compelled to follow. Sighing, I follow him. He’s facing the bed with his boxer briefs on. I can see glimpses of his thigh tattoo but his side one is on the right. He’s damn sexy and it’s shocking that I didn’t notice the magnitude before we were thrown together.
