The shaded black roses on his hips are so sexy that my eyes just go there on instinct, then flit back to his chest.
“I … Ilove it,sir.” Jett groans, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles. Idon’t expect the tears to slip from my eyes.
“Happy tears? NotI’m dating a fucking idiottears, right?”
I snort as one more falls from my eye. My lips are about to say,Crazy? Yes! Idiot? Never!But Iknow he gets tired of everyone saying that, and Idon’t want Jett to feel self-conscious because this is the sweetest thing anyone haseverdone for me. Idon’t want him to think he can’t be his spontaneous self, even if it isnuts.
“You’re the complete opposite of an idiot. You’re a genius, you’remyfucking genius. I’m just in shock.”
He scrubs a hand over his face and admits, “I FaceTimed Mum and Dad in the chair right when the needle hit my skin.”
“You didn’t!” Igasp, knowing full well that he talks to my parents daily.
“Mum goes, ‘Don’t tell us you’re getting Baby’s face tattooed on your chest, Jett?’ And Dad goes, ‘That’s romantic as fuck, Jewels.’”
I laugh as he imitates their voices. “Dad would say that!” He has a tattoo of Mum on his back that desperately needs a good touch up.
“But then they saw the stencil, and they cried just like you are now. Itreminded me how much they trust me with your heart. You … them … Fuck if I’m not the luckiest bloke in the world. My parents, Baby, you know they don’t really…”
“Dofeelings like we do?”
“Being as emotional as Iam has always felt, Idunno,wrongaround them, ya know what Imean? You, Mum, and Dad, Morningstar? You don’t understand how much it means that you fucking show your feelings. And let me show mine. You don’t say I’m crazy for wanting to shout how Ifeel about you from a bloody rooftop or get you inked on my skin. There’s nowrong way to fucking feelin your house. With them, with you. It’s so validating, love.”
Another tear falls, and Jett jumps over the footboard with no warning and lands in my lap to lick the tear off my cheek. “Most people would say I’m absolutely mental for this.” He gently presses his fingers to the blade. “But they don’t know how long I’ve felt this way aboutyou.”
He kisses another tear, and Isniff cutely. “Stop making me cry. Thank you, babe.”
He kisses me until all my sniffles are gone and whispers low in my ear, “I thought it was time for Daddy to make the demands.”
I nod vigorously and let my robe fall off my shoulders so I’m wearing absolutely nothing except my choker, Jett’s bracelet, and my little jewel.
“Oh, it is.” Isignal for him to take off my choker and replace it with a chained collar, and he’s practically panting while he does.
He throws the robe across the room.
“So pretty for me.” He has two black hair ties on his wrist. He takes one off, and Ipull my lip between my teeth as he gathers up half of my hair tightly on top of my head and then the other half, so Ihave two very high, femme fatale pigtails. How my boyfriend looks at me while biting his fist probably indicates that this should be my new signature look. He feels around the bed and finds his phone, opening the camera app, which is just further proof.
Jett wraps the collar’s chain around his tattooed hand and groans as he pulls me an inch closer, snapping several photos. Ido my best pouty lips and doe eyes, and then stick my tongue out for him. Ayoung, sex god rockstar shouldn’t have to save up spank bank images so he can stay virtuous on a world tour; that’s just silly, but Ican’t seem to convince him otherwise.
I say, “Switch to video,” and he curses under his breath before immediately doing so. Iuse my arms to squeeze my breasts together and give the poutiest, neediest, “Please, Daddy, Ineed to please you. Ican’t wait for you to come here.” Igive a kissy pout. “And here.” Isqueeze my cleavage together even tighter. “I need your cum everywhere, sir.”
And that’s all it takes before Jett becomes totally feral, throwing his phone and pushing me onto my back. “How about in your perfect little ass, Baby?”
Heat floods my core, and Iwhimper some sort ofyes, please.“You deserve it, Daddy, you deserve to be the first and only one to come in there.”
I guess the information that this is my last virginity has failed to be mentioned by me, and Jett’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh, Princess, are you fucking joking?” Ishake my head no, and Jett looks like he’s about to explode with lust. He taps the gem, “This is ah, uh, a virgin fucking hole for me, Baby? Really?”
“Just for you, sir, no one else has been man enough to even ask.”
“Can’t believe you’re serious right now, Princess. Fuckwits!” He rips off his boxer briefs and straddles me, pushing my knees towards my ears. He teases the jewel out of me, thanking God, Jesus, that whole crew.
“Even after hours of stretching, this is a very tight hole, darling. You sure you can handle Keane … here?” He grabs a little lube bottle from his bedside table and drenches his cock and fingers too, clearly, because Igasp as Ifeel two digits opening me up further.
“There is absolutely nothing about you, nothing of yours, that Ican’t handle, sir,” Isay, trying not to sound as breathless as Ifeel.
“Good fucking answer, Princess,” he says, and Ihiss as the fingers that leave me are instantly replaced by the magic cross. “Hurts, Baby?”
