Jett

22 - I love you

Maria

This is how I like Jett. When he’s about to lose control, his animal instincts kick in.

“Kneel on the edge of the bed.”

I do as he says, climbing onto the middle of the bed right at the edge. I want him so badly my breathing is out of control, and I can’t calm down.

I might cu.m before Jett has even touched me! Every time he’s near me, I get so damn horny that I could hump thin air and bring myself off!

His fingers touch my soaked puss.y lips, spreading them apart, his finger rubs at my clit before he rams two thick fingers inside of me.

I’m clutching at the expensive sheets my brother no doubt forced the hotel to bring in, especially for me. My puss.y is clamping down on Jett’s fingers, my ass is tightening, my back is arching, and I’m cumming and can’t even stop it!

“Jett!” I scream his name. Fuc.k! My toes are curling!

I gasp at the feeling of him standing behind me, his skin against mine. “Open your legs wider. Good girl.” I part my legs wider for him, just slightly, and then he grabs my upper arms and jolts me forward and then back sharply.

Fuc.k, yes! This is what I want. This is how I like my filthy outlaw biker husband. Rough.

“Oh, God, yes!” I bite my bottom lip.

God, this makes me hot!

“How bad do you want me, baby?” He whispers in my ear.

“Jett, please. I want you so badly right now. I’m aching for you. Please, I need you inside of me. My husband.”

“Good girl.” I feel his coc.k against me, sliding up and down my puss.y. He is so hard for me, and I am so wet and ready for him. It doesn’t take much for me to be ready for him. That’s how badly he turns me on.

Jett doesn’t let go of my arms, but he pushes me forward and down a little, forcing my ass further into him. He slams his coc.k so hard into me that I have to bite my lip; I have to stop myself from screaming. I don’t know why; no one would dare say anything, but it came naturally. I need to take myself out of the mindset that we need to be careful, that no one finds out about us.

God, I’m throbbing so badly; every hard, deep thrust pushes me higher, and I wish to God Jett would let go of my arms; I need to claw at something.

“Jett, oh God. Fuc.k!”

Fuc.k, he’s so deep inside of me, this feels so good, it’s never felt so good!

“That’s it, Maria, feel me.” Jett’s voice is so deep and seductive. I’m tingling all over, and my clit is throbbing hard just from the sound of it. Every thrust of his coc.k hits my pounding clit and pushes me closer to the edge.

“Jett!”

He lets go of my arms, and I lay my hands flat on the bed, my nipple.s rubbing against the soft sheets while he grabs my hips and thrusts so hard into me that I cu.m that very second. Hard and unashamedly.

“Fuc.k, yes. Jett!”

He thrusts harder into me, faster still, the air escaping between his teeth as he ferociously fuck.s me.

I’ve been with a couple of men before Jett, and I’d be a liar if I said they didn’t make me orgas.m when they went down on me. But the truth is, they couldn’t make me cu.m through penetrative se.x. They didn’t really do anything to try and get me off. I like it rough; I made that clear, but they were too scared of doing something wrong that would mean I’d tell my brother they’d hurt me. Not that I ever would; I’m not that pathetic.

However, with Jett, it was easy for him to make me cu.m. No matter what he did, I came, and when I say he fucke.d me the first time we were together, he really did fuc.k me. There was no making love with Jett, it was all out hardcore fuckin.g, and I loved every moment of it. He brought me to life. He made me realize I could be free to be me when I was with him. He wasn’t scared of my brother; all he wanted was to please me, and he did. So very much.

The fact Jett is my husband now, I just cannot explain how it makes me feel. He’s mine. He is actually mine! I never thought I’d fall in love with him, but I have, so profoundly I could just cry.

When Draven told me that I couldn’t be with Jett, that he’d never allow us to get married, I honestly wanted to die. That’s how in love I am with Jett. I might not have realized it at first, but I know now that I fell for him the very first night we were together. I don’t care that he’s a biker. I don’t care what my friends will say; I will never be ashamed of him. I know the man Jett is. Hell, Draven is no different from my killer husband. However, the point is, Jett is mine, and he’s fuckin.g me like no man ever has or will again.

“My pretty little wife. I can feel you throbbing around me. Do you know what that’s like for me? Feeling your puss.y tightening each time I thrust into you?”

I can’t speak, so I don’t answer him.

“Every time I go in, you get tighter. Your puss.y is sucking me in so damn deep.” My eyes are rolling. When Jett talks like this, it does something to me. He’s a pervert, and he’s made me one too. “You wanna cu.m for me again, don’t you, Princess?”

“Yes. Yes. Fuc.k, yes, I do!” I force the words out with a scream, and then I whimper while pulling the sheets closer to my chest. I’m soaking wet, throbbing, sweating, aching, my heart is racing, and I’m desperate to cu.m for him. Every muscle in my body is tight to the point I’m scared I’m going to get a damn Charley horse!

Jett thrusts even harder into me, pulling me into him with every thrust. His energy never wanes, and as tired as I feel, I fuc.k him back with everything I have.

“That’s it, baby, clench that puss.y around my fat dic.k. Milk me dry. Fuc.k! Cu.m with me, Maria.”

“Oh! Fuc.k!” I sob the words as I cu.m again, and I cu.m so hard it burns! My body is wound tight, my head so dizzy, and it’s never-ending. I feel Jett pulse inside of me, his seed swimming towards my already-impregnated womb.

His head falls against my back, and I can’t help smiling to myself, that’s what I needed, him inside me, fuckin.g me hard. But now, I’m exhausted. I need a moment before he no doubt retakes me. This man’s energy never wanes.

How in the hell does he manage to fuc.k all night long?

He doesn’t take any drugs to enhance his performance. He must be gifted.

Lucky me, huh?

Jett pulls out of me, and I’m dazed. My body is so light that I hadn’t noticed I was in the air until he lay me down on the sheets and lay beside me.

He wraps me up in his arms, and I lay my head on his powerful chest with a smile on my face. I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought I'd fall for Jett like this when I went to find him and tell him about the baby. I never thought he’d feel anything for me. I’m not sure he feels the same way I do, but I don’t even care. He’s mine now. That’s all that matters to me. Besides, I know Jett feels something for me; I feel it every time we kiss.

I smile as he gently touches my belly. “You’re starting to show.” He’s right; I am, and as crazy as it sounds, my belly seems to have popped even more throughout the day. It’s as if our baby knows everything is okay now, and they can show themselves. “Our little one is in there.”

I place my hand over his. “Growing nicely.”

“Even more when you start eating properly, Maria.”

“I will, I promise. I’m not sad anymore, Jett. I don’t need to sit in my room wishing I was with you. Because now, I’ll always be with you.”

He smiles and kisses me softly.

We’re going to be okay, Jett and me. We’re going to be parents before we know it, and we’re going to be damn good at it. This baby is ours, and nothing can take that from us.

Like I said before, I don’t care that he’s a biker. I don’t care that he’s killed – I should care; murder is murder – it’s all I know. I don’t care what he has to do in this life; he’s the man I love. Nothing he does will ever change that or turn me against him, and I can say that with an honest heart.

I snuggle into him and kiss his neck. I sense his smile against my head. His coc.k is already half hard. I want to go for round two, but I’m beyond tired. This past month has taken so much out of me, and it’s only now that I can relax.

But I must know something before I can finally get the much-needed sleep I’ve been missing out on this past month. It might be a little late to ask now that we’re already married; I should have asked Jett those times he snuck into my bedroom. However, I didn’t, but I need to know. I don’t want to believe Jett would have been sleeping with others while he was with me, but men are men. If they can have their cake and eat it, they will.

“Am I the only one?”

Jett’s big arms squeeze me to him, and he kisses my head before telling me, “Yes. You are my only one, Maria. You’ve been my only one since you told me about the baby. You’re my wife. That means something. It means everything.”

I can’t help smiling. That’s all I needed to hear to settle the tiny doubt in my head.

“You are my only one, too.”

“You better believe it.”

Is now the right time to tell him how I feel?

Even if he doesn’t feel the same way?

Jett never has to tell me anything he doesn’t honestly feel, but I think I want him to know how I feel about him.

He’s my husband, right?

Whom can I tell if not him?

I stroke the dark sprinkling of short hair on his chest. “I love you, Jett.” I close my eyes and swallow hard, a little scared, but I don’t know why. “I am so in love with you.”

“You can call me Tate, Maria. You’re my wife now.”

I smile. “Okay, Tate.”

There’s a kiss on my head and an, “I love you, too, beautiful. Always gonna love you.”

And there it is. Jett loves me. I close my eyes and fall to sleep quicker than I ever have before. Nothing on my mind other than my husband loves me.