Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy 3)

“Good?”

Jazz nods. “So good.”

“Then drop down, baby. Let me eat that pretty pussy. Let me make it feel even better.”

“God,” she pants as I swirl the tip of my tongue over her clit.

After a few tentative licks, to make sure she’s still on board with this, I devour her slick flesh, licking and sucking, loving every little whimper and expletive that’s ripped from her mouth. I moan right along with her as her sweet cream explodes on my tongue. Jazz claws the headboard each time she orgasms, screaming my name over and over.

After I make her come for the fourth time, Jazz flops to the side, panting. “No more... soooo good... but too sensitive.”

I use the towel that was around my hand to wipe my face. Thankfully, the bleeding has stopped, but my aching knuckles are swollen as fuck.

I roll over and place a kiss on her hipbone. “Does that mean you’re done with me for the night?”

She pulls on my shoulders, prompting me to move up her body. “Hell, no. Just no more love button action.”

“Love button?” I laugh.

Jazz gives me a warm smile that makes my breath stutter. “Get inside of me, Kingston.”

I pull her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip as I withdraw. “Whatever you say, my queen.”

“Queen? What happened to princess?” Jazz gasps when I give her other nipple equal attention.

I push up on my arms to look her directly in the eye. “My queen. No one else’s.”

“No one else’s.” Jazz cups both sides of my jaw as she repeats my words. “Ever.”

I stare down at her for several beats, neither one of us compelled to fill the silence. We’re perfectly content, merely enjoying the closeness of each other’s body. This feeling inside of me, the one that’s making my chest expand, should’ve been my first clue on how much I worship this girl. No matter how fucked up my life can get, when I’m like this, with Jazz, I’m genuinely happy. I live for these little stolen moments.

“I love you,” she whispers.

I grin. “Of course you do. I’m such a nice guy, what’s not to love?”

Jazz shakes with laughter, tears springing from her eyes.

“You are not a nice guy. Most of the time, anyway.” She pulls me closer and nibbles my earlobe. “But you are mine. Now, kiss me.”

I groan into her mouth as I slide into her wet heat. Jazz’s hips chase mine as I pull out almost to the tip, before sinking back in. Our pace is unhurried, lazy almost, but neither she nor I mind one bit. I’m not usually a fan of missionary because it’s such an intimate position—and quite frankly, not nearly as much fun as others. But right now, I wouldn’t want her any other way. Being able to feel Jazz’s body flush against mine, our sweat-slicked skin rubbing against each other with each motion. Watching her expressive eyes tell me how much pleasure I’m giving her. How much she wants me. How much she needs me.

I’m not a making love kind of guy, but if I had to give this a label, that’s what it would be, no doubt. My dick and tongue give everything I have and take anything she’s willing to offer in return. My hands caress every inch of skin I can reach, while hers do the same to mine. I’ve never been more attuned to someone than I am at this moment. There could be a riot right outside my door, and I probably wouldn’t notice. After Jazz comes apart one last time, I pick up the pace just enough to reach my own release. My head is tucked into her neck as I come, and out of nowhere, I have an epiphany.

Jazz Rivera is the one. The only.

I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children. Some people would probably say I’m naïve, that eighteen is far too young to know when you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, but I’d tell those people to fuck off. There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter.

“I know,” she pants. “That was amazing. I’m spent.”

I pull out and use one of the towels to help Jazz clean up. When we’re done, she turns her body toward mine and places a kiss right over my heart.

“You’re it for me, too, Kingston.”

Huh?

I’m confused for a moment until I realize I must’ve said that part out loud. I squeeze Jazz tighter, petting her hair as she snuggles into me. When her breathing starts to even out, I clos