“That’s it, Maria, feel me.” His 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 cock 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 nipples rubbing against the soft sheets while he grabs my hips and thrusts so hard into me that I come that very second, hard and unashamedly. “Fuck, yes. Jett!” He thrusts harder into me, faster still, the air escaping between his teeth as he ferociously fucks 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 orgasm when they went down on me. However, the truth is, they couldn't make me come through penetrative sex. 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 come. No matter what he did, I came, and when I say he fucked me the first time we were together, he really did fuck me. There was no making love with Jett, it was all out hardcore fucking, 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'm with him. He wasn't scared of my brother, all he wanted was to please me, and he did. So very much.
The fact he's 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 deeply 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 he is, hell, Draven is no different from my killer husband. However, the point is, Jett is mine, and he's fucking 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 pussy 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 pussy is sucking me in so damn deep.” My eyes are rolling. When he talks like this, it does something to me. He's a pervert, and he's made me one too. “You wanna come for me again, don’t you, princess?”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck, 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 come 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 is never waining, and as tired as I feel, I fuck him back with everything I have.
“That's it, baby, clench that pussy around my fat dick. Milk me dry. Fuck! Come with me, Maria.”
“Oh! Fuck!” I sob the words as I come again, and I come 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, fucking 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 fuck all night long? He doesn't take any drugs to enhance his performance. He must be gifted.
Lucky me, huh?
He 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 when I went to find him and tell him about the baby that I'd fall for him like this. 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 he 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. “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.
As 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 cock 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.
However, there's something I have to know 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 him those times he snuck into my bedroom. However, I didn't, but I need to know. “Am I the only one?”
His 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? He 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 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.”
There's a kiss to my head, a sigh, and a, “I love you, too, beautiful. Always gonna love you.”
And there it is. He 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.
Chapter Sixteen
Jett
Married life, huh? Didn't think it could be this awesome.
Maria is everything a wife should be, and I don't mean she's cooking and cleaning all the time. I'm not a sexist prick I do my fair share around the house. I mean, she's amazing. We can talk about anything and everything, and there's never any judgment in her eyes for the things I've done. She knows the man I really am, the outlaw biker bastard But she loves me regardless, and I love her just as much.
I'm not going to say I never believed I'd fall in love, that I'm too fuckin' broken to love anyone. I've got a heart, and it ain't broken, I've always been capable of
love, I just never found the right girl to claim it. Until now.
She brings out the best in me. The girl knows how to make me laugh, how to calm me when I feel like I'm going to explode when things aren't going my way. Yeah, I'm a brat when I don't get my way, so fuckin' what. My dad spoiled me after Celia walked away from me. Not with toys and things I didn't need, although I could have them if I wanted them.
My father spoiled me with love and attention. He was firm but fair, and he let me get away with a lot more shit than he really should have.
Like the time Tank and I beat the fuckin' shit out of some guys in their twenties for scaring a then twelve-year-old Willow, by telling her how they'd drag her off somewhere to play with her. She was twelve for christ's sake! She was so fuckin' frightened watching Tank and me squaring up to those fuckers. She ran off inside the house yelling.
Seconds later, my mother, Tank's, and Hawk's came rushing out of the house. The second the biggest cunt told me what he'd like to do to my mother, I flipped out, jumped on him, and beat down on him. Of course, he whaled on me as much as I did him, but he wasn't as quick as me, and I pounded his fuckin' face into the damn ground!
Wasn't long before my dad arrived with most of the MC behind him. While my mother was upset at my behavior – the violence, not the standing up for her and Willow – my father and grandfather were immensely proud of me. I felt like the fuckin' king of the world right then.
I wasn't yet fifteen, and already my grandfather wanted me in the club. ‘Men like you, Jett, are hard to come by. What you just did, taking care of your mother and sister, that's what a real man does. Always look out for them, Jett. Never stoop to the level of lesser men.’
‘Don't worry about me, Pops. There ain't no way I'll ever raise my hand to a woman. Dad taught me right.’
Told me he was damn proud of me, proud of his son for raising me right.
I may never have laid a hand on a woman, but that's not to say I'm not a violent man. I'm beyond that when I have to be, and sometimes, just because I want to be.