He rose up and pulled his fingers from my ass with one last swipe against my prostate, only to press the head of his cock against my opening, but not pushing in.
“Set a date.”
“No.” But my refusal was weakening, and it escaped on a groan that morphed into a shout when he pushed all the way inside until his balls rested against my ass.
He started fucking me ruthlessly, his teeth bared like an animal rutting against his mate, making sure I knew who I belonged to. I reached down to stroke my dick, ready to come with him stretching me. But I only got two strokes in before he slapped my hand away.
I tried two more times with the same results and the last time I glared up at him. He gripped me at my base and squeezed, holding off my orgasm that was just beyond reach. Sweat coated my body. Breath sawed in and out of my lungs. My skin was tight, an electrical current running along the entire surface just waiting for one touch to set it off.
“Jake,” I pleaded, reaching out to rub at his chest, pinch his nipple.
He fell over me, pressing his forehead to mine. “Set a date.”
This time it wasn’t a demand, it was a plea, said with a soft up and down stroke of my dick, promising to make me come harder than ever before. “God, fine,” I caved. “We’ll take the cancellation at the hotel.”
The defeat was totally worth it when his full lips spread into the most beautiful smile. He pressed his lips to mine and jerked me perfectly, fucking me at just the right angle to make me come. I dug my heels into his ass and my fingers into his back, every muscle in my body flexing as my orgasm tore from me, shooting between us, coating both our abs. Another aftershock worked its way through me at seeing my cum slipping between the grooves of his stomach.
His eyes slid closed and he pressed inside me one-two-three more times before he held still and groaned his release into my neck. I held him through his orgasm, stroking his hair, kissing every inch I could reach with my mouth.
We stayed pressed together on the couch in the aftermath of our argument. The yelling from earlier now replaced with our heavy breaths.
I gripped his hair and jerked him back to look at me. “That wasn’t fair.”
But he was unrepentant with his lazy smile and glazed eyes. “When it comes to making you my husband, I will fight as dirty as necessary for you.”
How could I argue with that?
I returned his smile with my own, bringing him down so I could taste his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
After a few more slow kisses between catching our breaths, he slid out of me and stood, offering a hand to help me up.
“Now come shower with me. I still need to feel your mouth on me tonight.”
6
Jake
A warm muscular arm draped over my side, curling around to hold me close to a firm chest and hardened cock pressing against my ass. I stared down at Jackson’s arm, so perfectly wrapped around me. His skin deliciously stretched over ropes of muscle that I could even see without him flexing. I loved the contrast of his bare arm against the colorful tattoos that covered mine.
Entwining my fingers with his, I lifted his hand and pressed it to my lips, smiling at the resulting groan behind me. He shifted as he woke, but I kept his palm in mine, not ready for him to roll away and stretch. I was rewarded for my stubbornness when he ground his cock between my ass and pressed soft kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
“Good morning,” he said against my ear before nipping it. I loved the rough growl of his morning voice.
I rolled over and faced him, taking in his bleary eyes still adjusting to the light shining in through the blinds. They were so beautiful, the sun making them shine like melted chocolate, bringing out the tiny specks of green you’d never know were there unless you were inches from his face.
I loved him so much and I was going to make him mine if it was the last thing I did.
“Good morning.”
He smiled and shifted closer, laying his head on my pillow. We laid there in silence for a while, just enjoying being close to each other, relishing the soft moment after last night’s aggressive lovemaking.
Eventually, his brows dropped, and the ease of the moment slipped away. “I’m still worried about the money.”
“I know, and I understand.” I cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb along his sharp cheekbone. “You know it’s our money, but I also know you’re a prideful son of a bitch. More stubborn than I am.”