Suddenly His

My come and the mess it creates between her legs is obscene.

Raunchy.

I fuck into her come-drenched cunt with savage brutality, shoving her thighs open to continue receiving my animalistic thrusts, my mouth latched onto her neck, sucking marks onto her body, pulling her hair, gripping her jaw. I say words that are reverent because I love her and angry because she makes me so fucking horny that I could burn alive.

“Take that come, beautiful girl. Beautiful, sexy girl.” I hold her by the throat, pumping my hips. Pumping, pumping. Another wave of unimaginable lust pummeling me. “Take it in this fucking brat of a pussy.” I spit on her tits. “Keep it in there or I’ll unload the rest in your mouth.”

And she loves it. She loves my treatment, this innocent virgin who has become insatiable in the space of four days, all for me. Mine for keeps. Her back arches and she struggles to maneuver her sweet body to take more, more of the seed she wouldn’t let me spill until now. And it’s the most effective forgiveness that ever existed, watching her whine and try to absorb me. It wrenches the final ounce of lust from my body and I drop, sated beyond words or imagination, on top of my angel.

I roll down beside Maisy, wrapping her in my arms and dropping kisses onto her hairline, promising to make her happy. Only to remember by second day is almost over and while I’ve managed to win her trust, I still don’t have her promise of forever.

I don’t have guarantees—and I need to get them fast.

11

Maisy

I feel like I’m floating through the next few hours.

We return to Jack’s estate and we’re greeted at the door with a glass of champagne for me, a beer for Jack. After we shower and change, he takes me on an actual tour of his house—without getting sidetracked by a Nerf war this time—including the backyard, indoor/outdoor pool, gardens rioting with flowers and a view of the sweeping green valley beyond.

His hands are always on me. Touching my neck, brushing against the small of my back, the pads of his fingers strumming my bottom lip like a guitar string. Every once in a while, we stop talking, stop moving, and I just stand in his arms, letting him sway me and it feels like…magic. We met under circumstances that were kind of scary and less than romantic, but part of me wonders if we were fated to meet that way. Despite Jack breaking his promise that night, the experience bonded us and obviously taught me a lot about myself.

I don’t feel like the same person I was on Friday night.

I’ve lost my virginity. Publicly.

Found out there’s something inside of me that responds to voyeurism. Very positively.

I’ve been betrayed by my mother.

I’ve fallen for a man.

There are so many choices to be made when it comes to moving forward with my life. This thing with Jack is moving so fast while I’m in the middle of so much upheaval. But I can’t imagine being anywhere else than at his side, the way I am right now. He makes me feel safe and protected—and none of it is an illusion. He’s real, he’s raw…and the intensely affectionate way he looks at me makes my worry dissipate into nothing.

When I came here, my goal was to find the real Jack. To find out if he was the kind of man who breaks promises and manipulates me with money. Or the man who rescued me on Friday night, put me at such ease. And so far I’ve found him to be generous, cocky on the outside, insecure about his true character on the inside. He’s blisteringly sexual, commanding, blunt and complicated. A man who has been betrayed. A man who has been ruthless—perhaps because revenge is something he understands.

Unlike the love for one’s mother, which he does not.

Mainly what I’ve learned since coming here…is that I want to know more.

I want to know all.

We’re walking a slow circle around the outdoor portion of the pool now. There’s a light breeze rippling the water, but it’s not cool enough to warrant a sweater. Still, Jack pulls me into his side and kisses my temple, a maid happening by to replace my empty champagne glass without breaking stride. The sun is streaked with oranges and pinks and my lips are tingling from the champagne bubbles. And God, Jack smells so good. All beer and man and the cherry notes of the cigar sticking out of his shirt pocket.

He draws me down onto a wide, overstuffed lounger at the edge of the pool and we sit for a while in the quiet, Jack’s fingers stroking up and down my bare arm.

“Did you have fun today?”

I answer honestly, my fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. “Today was…one of the best days of my life. Thank you.”