He tips my chin with his strong hands. “Don’t lower your gaze for anyone, Mrs. Harrison.” He gently kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, come on. We have some celebrating to do.”
“Hold up. Before you start banging each other’s brains out, you might want to get some photos.”
“Of course,” Jake says. The reluctance in his voice bothers me. I know this marriage is for an heir, but could he be any less thrilled about it? We take a dozen or so pictures, then we part ways with his brother.
“I like him,” I say, looking out the window as the limo pulls away.
“You’re married to me though,” he growls, tugging my hand into his and intertwining our fingers.
“Yes, I know. How could I forget?” I giggle. All I can think about is the touch of our hands. My pussy aches so intensely at his words that all I want to do is let him plant his lips on mine again and show me what pleasure can be. It’s insane how sexy I find his possessiveness.
“Come sit over here, so you don’t forget,” he demands, patting his lap. I’m nervous, but I do as he says, straddling his thighs with our faces inches from each other. A groan escapes his lips, and a burning desire shoots through me as our bodies meet. We still have our clothes on, and yet, it feels intense. My hips naturally roll over his, grinding my pussy on his aching arousal.
He growls, “Kiss me, wife.” I comply willingly and even a bit enthusiastically. It surprises me how much I crave him. It’s as if he has a spell on me. “Fuck, Jenna. I knew we’d be perfect together. You’re going to make me come if you keep working your sweet pussy on my cock.”
“Oh…my…Jake, I…” His mouth crushes mine, kissing me deeply.
“Yes, I’m yours,” he whispers, trailing kisses along my jaw.
Chapter Five
Jake
I pull back, fighting the urge to take her on the limo seats. The thought of the driver hearing her orgasm is the only thing keeping my control together. It’s fragile and cracks with every look I steal of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, brushing her hair back off her blushing face. Her eyes are bright with lust in them.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m doing my best not to fuck you right here. I don’t want an audience when I make you scream my name.” Holy hell, she clenches her legs closed like she’s trying to keep her pussy from telling me how much it needs me.
The limo stops in front of the hotel, and I adjust my cock, so I can get out without giving everyone a show. I step out then take her hand and help her out. She looks so damn radiant; it makes me feel like a king. I hold her close to my side as we head into the hotel. The driver follows behind with our things. “Please drop them off.” The bellboy takes over and escorts us onto the elevator to my suite.
Once we enter the floor, he goes ahead and drops off her bags. I pass him a tip, then swoop Jenna into my arms and carry her over the threshold. “Welcome to our suite, Mrs. Harrison.”
“Thank you, Mr. Harrison.” The sound of her saying my name makes me hard. Fuck, everything she does has that effect on me. I carry her into the bedroom because I don’t want to waste another minute to get her naked and my cock inside her.
I set her on her feet and spin her so that her back is facing me as I slide down the zipper. Every inch of her bare skin being revealed to me is pumping lust right through me. My virginity is definitely a downfall at this moment. I’m about to come. A bead of sweat begins to slide down my forehead as I hold back my orgasm.
Pressing my body to hers, I whisper in her ear, “So sexy, so beautiful.” A shiver of pleasure passes through her perfect body. “My wife,” I add, brushing her hair off to the side and kissing neck slowly down to her shoulder.
A tiny sigh from her lips is my undoing, and I come hard. It’s a blessing because now I can relax enough to enjoy my woman. I spin her around and crush my mouth to hers. Jenna slips her arms up over my shoulders and into my hair, clutching and tugging on it as our kiss deepens.
“I think you have too many clothes on, Mr. Harrison,” she challenges.
“That I do. And so do you.” I pull back and stare at her as I take off my suit jacket and then tug my shirt free from my pants and lift it off. Her eyes roam over my chest before her hand tentatively reaches out, brushing the small patch of hair on my chest. She moans and steps closer, kissing over my heart, which fucks me completely up. My hands shake as I try to take off my belt.