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
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
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