Jett

21 - You're mine

Maria

The hotel we’re staying at tonight is the best in Tennessee. It’s about fifteen miles away from Bardsville. Not too far, but far enough, so it feels like we’re many, many miles away from family life.

We’re not going on a honeymoon. The one set up for Jovanni and me was a trip to Rome, which I don’t want to go on. It doesn’t feel special because it wasn’t for Jett and me.

Jett and I haven’t even spoken about a honeymoon, though Draven told me while we danced that he would sort something out for us. I thanked him but told my brother I didn’t want to go anywhere yet. Jett and I have plenty of time to travel somewhere neither of us has ever been before. But now isn’t that time. I don’t feel comfortable traveling while I’m pregnant.

The room that is ours for tonight is impressive. It’s huge. The Royal Suite. Thanks to my big brother. Draven told me that he had arranged this hotel for Jett and me because I didn’t want a honeymoon. I was so grateful because it meant a lot that my brother would think of something so special.

The bed is enormous. I’ve never seen one so big before. There’s an open fire beside the bed with a mantelpiece of marble surrounding it, and it’s so fancy it looks like it once belonged in a palace somewhere.

The floor tiles are gray marble. The rug beside the fire is Persian and beautifully thick. I can imagine making love to my husband on that rug. There are chunky, modern lamps on either bedside dresser and on the table beneath the vast window. The left side of the room is all open plan. A living room most would die for. Everything is so big and modern. There’s also a bathroom just off the bedroom. I haven’t looked in there yet, but I assume it’s just as beautiful.

However, I didn’t come here to look at the room; I came here so my husband could fuc.k me six ways to Sunday!

“Not sure this was needed.”

“You don’t like the room?” I’m a little shocked.

How can anyone not like this room?

It’s amazing!

“It’s okay,” Jett mumbles against the skin of my shoulder, his lips kissing along my collarbone. I bite my lip. He knows that turns me on.

He grabs my hips and sharply pulls me back against him.

I gasp loudly.

“Shh.” He breathes in my ear.

I push my ass into him, grinding myself against him.

Why must he tease me like this?

I need him so badly. I touch his face for a moment with my fingertips. I am so in love with him. My heart beats so fast when he’s near me. Everything is okay now; no one can come and drag me away from him. No one will threaten Jett’s life for touching me. For the first time since we met, we can actually be together without fear of what will happen if anyone finds out. Because now, he’s my husband!

I can’t believe how good it feels to say that.

I want out of this damn dress. I want my husband inside of me.

I turn in his arm, our lips colliding. His hands are everywhere, feeling my curves, unstrapping the back of my dress.

“I'm gonna fuc.k you so hard, my beautiful wife.”

“Before or after I suck your coc.k?”

He growls deep in his throat, pushing my dress over my hips and letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuc.k. Me.”

I giggle loudly. I love the way he’s looking at me, eyes traveling up and down my body, and the expensive lingerie I’m wearing.

“He would’ve seen you like this. That son-of-a-b***h would’ve touched what’s mine!” The possessive tone in his voice... fuc.k, I could come on the spot!

“He didn’t see me like this, and he didn’t touch me. No one but you will ever touch me again.”

“Damn right!” Jett grabs my waist and pulls me closer.

I thought he would have torn my underwear off, but he doesn’t; he’s gentle. His hands follow the pattern of my shoulders, sliding his fingertips over my skin until he traces the laces trim of my strapless bra. I help him remove it by unhooking it at the back.

My breath hitches, and goosebumps creep along my skin as Jett cups my breasts, his thumbs stroking my erect and tender nipple.s to the point of painful. But it’s a pleasurable pain. One he’s taught me over the time we spent together in my room to love.

I bite my lower lip, my puss.y pulsing when Jett gets to his knees in front of me. He smiles up at me while taking my right leg in his hands. I can’t help stroking the back of his head. My head instantly drops back as those plush lips of his kiss the inside of my thigh. I’m so wet for him that I can feel my panties soaking against my skin.

Jett slowly, seductively rolls my stockings down my legs one by one, and I’m shaking with need, hot to touch, desperate for him to take me. I watch him get to his feet. He kisses me softly, making me smile against his lips while he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my virgin white lace panties and pushes them down my legs. I step out of them, and he pulls me against him with a sharp tug of my hips, sending arousa.l rocketing through my puss.y.

He grabs my ass, pressing my bare, naked puss.y against his coc.k through his trousers. I want him the fuc.k out of his clothes.

Frantically, between us, we tear that damn suit from his big body. His massive coc.k is now pressed against my belly, and I moan while getting to my knees in front of him. I want his coc.k in my mouth so badly right now.

I smile up at Jett. He’s stroking my hair gently as if he was stroking a cat’s fur. He pulls out the pins, keeping my hair in place one by one, and drops them on the floor beside me as my hair falls the length of my back. I take him in my hand and stroke the tip of his coc.k with my tongue. He hisses, eyes closed, head thrown back.

It makes me feel so powerful to see my husband giving himself over to me like this, to know he’s getting so much pleasure out of what I’m doing to him. I wrap my lips around him, not that I can take him even halfway, he’s too damn big, thick, and long, but he tastes so fuckin.g good. My favorite lollipop.

Jett’s hands slide either side of my head, his hips rutting my face as he fuck.s my mouth. I gag on his coc.k as he pushes himself so far down my throat I can feel all the oxygen leaving my lungs. It pulls at my stomach, tightening the muscles, causing me to groan and my puss.y to pulse.

He yanks himself out of my mouth and tells me, “Get up.” as he drags me to my feet. I groan because I wanted to make him cu.m, I wanted to drink him down. As if reading my mind, he tells me, “Next time, beautiful. Right now, you’re mine.”

Oh, God!