Thank you, Christmas
Chapter 12JamisonOne Week LaterWhat in the hell was I thinking introducing her to Lori and May? I haven’t had a moment's peace since the day I lost my damn mind. Even Aiden asked me what I was thinking. Initially, I was thinking that my woman needed other women to hang out with. Women she could talk to, and cackle with and shit. Don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than to have her to myself all day every day, however, I am trying not to be a selfish ass and to consider all the things she has missed out on. So, like a dumb ass, I invited the girls and guys over to meet my girl four days ago and regretted it instantly. She refused at first to hang out with them, citing her lack of income and funds. It took me a couple of deep strokes and a lot of ‘I love yous’ to convince her that it is my job to provide for her. To make sure she has what she needs and wants. Besides, if she wants to work, I won’t stop her, until that little blue line pops up, then all bets are off. Everyday there is somewhere they are inviting her too, for nails or hair and clothes. That’s the other thing. Seems my little Angel might be equal part vixen and angel if the clothes she came home from the mall with are any indication.
She went from too big shirts to skintight ones that show off every curve and dip of her waist. Don’t get me started on the bustier she tried to walk out the door wearing the other day. We were all headed to the club and she was so excited to get dressed up. All day she had been bubbly and giddy about it. So fucking adorable. I almost felt guilty when I fucked her against the front door and made her change. Almost. She pouted and called me a jerk, but she knew I wasn’t fucking around. There was no way in hell we were going anywhere with her looking like a young supple Kate Upton. What the fuck.
Now, once again, here I am standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting as she comes down because the girls are picking her up to go to a spa day. I hear the car horn beep outside. “Crap.” she says as she jogs down the stairs. Did I mention that her new bras are more for sensuality because they do nothing to sustain the bounce when she walks or giggles?
“What the hell do you have on, Ana?” I ask her moving into her space.
“What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” she asks looking down at herself. According to my eyes, there is absolutely nothing wrong with her outfit. She is wearing one of those workout outfits that have the matching tank top and leggings with a pair of Uggs I bought her the other day since my baby needed snowshoes. The problem is with my brain. The animal inside of me that is fighting not to be the possessive asshole who locks her sexy ass in the house and never lets anyone but me set their undeserving eyes on her beauty.
“Nothing wrong with it if your plan is to advertise.” I growl caging her against the wall.
“Jami you're so silly. No one is looking at me.” she hits my chest and tries to go under my arms.
“Will there be men outside while you are walking around gracing this dreary world with your shine? Yea, I thought so. Now face the wall and spread your legs.” I whisper in her ear.
“Jami.” she moans rubbing her legs together. “The girls…”
“Can wait. Marking you can’t. You want out this front door showing my body to the world, then I need to make sure my ownership shows. I need you to smell like me and wear my teeth prints on your neck. Now turn around.” I grip my cock inside of my pants and stroke him as she licks her lips and does as I command. When she has assumed the position, I sink my teeth into her neck and drop her pants. “Can't that ass baby.” I hear the horn go off once more, but I could give two shits. “This is going to be quick baby. I just need to fill you with me before you go so all the horny fucks you tease just breathing can know you are taken.”
“Ok, Jami.” she breathes out before I fuck her so hard the house rocks. I relish the screams leaving her mouth as I pound out my frustration of her having a life that sometimes doesn’t include me. Does that make me an asshole? Yep. Do I give a fuck? Nope.
“Shit, Angel. Your greedy little snatch loves it when I beat the shit out of her, doesn’t she?”