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He thrusts his fingers harder inside me and I come apart around him, squeezing him deeper and tighter as my climax tears through my body.
“Fuck, Luce!” he roars as he thrusts harder, pressing me flat to the mattress as he grinds his own release out into me.
When he is spent, he lies beside me, pulling me close to him so his hot breath is on my ear and his heart beats against my skin.
“Fuck, angel,” he breathes.
“I know.”
“You okay?”
“Yes. But did you just fuck me with a riding crop?” I giggle.
“Yep,” he laughs softly. “How was it?”
“Good,” I purr, “but not as good as you. Nothing feels as good as you inside me, Jax.”
He smiles at me. “And nothing ever will. You just remember that.”
“I will,” I whisper.
He reaches up and frees my wrists from the leather and then he pulls me to lie on his chest. “Who do you belong to, Luce?”
“You, Jax. Only you.”
JAX
“Come on, Luce, we’re going to be late,” I shout up the stairs to her.
“Late for what though?” she shouts back. “It would help me to get ready if I knew what to wear.”
“I told you jeans and a tank top is fine,” I remind her.
“I’m almost ready then,” she calls back and I sit on the sofa and wait, hoping that she enjoys the surprise I have planned.
A few minutes later, Lucia walks down the stairs. She’s dressed in cowboy boots, tight fitting blue jeans that show off her incredible curves and a white tank top. And she looks so damn good I seriously consider cancelling our plans and staying home with her instead. But that will only lead to an all night fucking session, and we’ve been doing plenty of that already.
I figure she deserves a night out.
“Will I do?” she asks, giving me a twirl as she reaches the bottom stair.
I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms and burying my face in her neck. “You’ll more than fucking do. You look damn edible in those jeans.”
“Thank you, cowboy,” she giggles. “Do you like ma boots?” she tries a southern accent.
“Sure do. Pretty sure they’re gonna look good wrapped around my neck later too.”
“You have a filthy mouth, Jackson Decker,” she says with a grin.
“Sure do, baby. Now let’s go.”
Lucia talks non stop on our drive to the city. She asks constant questions as she tries to figure out where we’re going.
“You’re going to know in about ten minutes, baby,” I assure her.
“Fine,” she leans back against her seat and I slide my hand onto her thigh and squeeze.
“You remember the first time I ever kissed you was in a truck?”
