I was his morning fruit and he was going to be loaded up for the entire fucking day.
He savored my body like no man came close to doing. I leaned back against the cabinet, my left hand holding the edge of the counter tight, my right hand grabbing at his hair. I stared down and watched his tongue lapping against me, still going, even as my body couldn’t contain itself as I thrust forward, greedily demanding more of him.
Jace stayed right there with me.
When I started to calm, his mouth moved over me again, engulfing me. He then slowly kissed up over my mound and to my stomach. Using his nose, he started to lift my shirt. It was super sexy and sort of cute. Watching this outlaw nudge my shirt with his nose.
He pulled away and stood up.
“I didn't get my morning kiss yet,” he whispered. “Well, not from your other set of lips, sweetie.”
Before I could say a word, Jace planted his lips to mine. It was a jarring and daring move. He outdid himself a second later, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I couldn’t contain myself as I kissed him. I tasted my own cum, my own unique flavor.
I had never tasted myself before.
I tingled head to toe, my toes curling tight.
Jace slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy.
He broke the kiss. “You’re still wet, sweetie.”
“Yes,” I groaned. “For you, I’m always wet, Jace.”
“Goddamn, I love hearing that from your sweet mouth. I love…”
Jace’s eyes met mine.
All I could see were his eyes screaming too soon.
But that didn’t mean our moment was through.
Jace pulled me off the counter.
He placed my hand between his legs.
chapter twenty-three
(jace)
NOW
I woke up like a goddamn animal. I was hungry for food… and for pussy. Lucky for me I had both waiting in the kitchen. And in the order of importance in life, there was nothing needed more than a beautiful woman. I’d rather starve to death than go without the touch, taste, and feel of a woman.
Especially Ava.
I threw the information I had about the night I was attacked and her mother was killed at the club and left it there. Was I piece of shit for doing that? Probably. But I wasn’t going to drag her deeper into this thing.
She didn’t make the situation any easier with the way she looked and smelled. The smell of her fruity shampoo. The way she left shit around my bathroom. The lingering smell in the guest room. And now waking up to find her wearing no bra, her beautiful tits pressing against her shirt, flipping pancakes, with a pot of coffee made.
If anything, things had gone too far and I should have bolted.
But I wanted her.
And I fucking had her.
Her hand slid into my pants and touched my rock hard cock. There was no hiding what she did to me or how she made me feel.
She pulled my thick rod from my pants. Her hand stroked from root to tip. She was looking down for a second but then looked up at me, shock on her face.
I grabbed her hips. “That’s what you do to me, sweetie.”
I then spun her around and pulled her ass right to me. My dick slid between her legs and felt her tender, wet labia against the top of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I growled.
I reached down and pulled back a little, pressing the head of my cock to her tight pussy. I eased into her just a little, giving her a chance to get ready. Her body tensed up as she let out a cry.
Then I fucked forward.
I buried myself into her as though I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. I held there, my stomach pressing against her ass.
“It’s so good,” I said, running my hands up her shirt, feeling her smooth back. “Fuck, sweetie.”
“Yes, Jace,” she purred back at me. “Have me. Fill me.”
Before I could make a move, Ava’s cell started to ring. It was on the far end of the counter and stood no chance getting attention. Then I heard down the hallway my phone starting to ring.
“Fuck the world,” I said. “This is our moment together. Our fucking time.”
I eased my hands down her back again and gripped her ass tight. My fingers kneaded into her flesh and I started to fuck her. I pulled back and thrust forward. Over and over, pounding at her, right there in the kitchen at the counter.
What Ava didn’t know… she was the only woman I’d ever fucked in my house. I never brought women back here. I always took them to the clubhouse - or just met them at the clubhouse. And I never went balls deep bareback either. But I trusted Ava. Her body. Her words. Her everything.
Each time I went to the hilt I would then buck my hips, making sure there wasn't a spot to spare inside her.
She fucked her sweet body back at me each time I pulled back.
I watched the way her pussy clung to my dick. My shaft shined with wetness. My veins were thick and throbbing. The harder I fucked her, the harder I got.
“You love my outlaw cock, don’t you, sweetie?” I growled at her.
I used my left hand to ball up her shirt and shove it up her back. Her tits then dangled free, bouncing, coming close to hitting the counter.