Fierce Betrayal: A Dad’s best friend/ Age gap romance (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 3)
Fierce Betrayal: Chapter 27

I trail my fingertips over the soft skin of her back as she lies in my arms. Whenever I reach the spot near her hips she squirms and giggles.

“What time is it?” she whispers.

I check my watch. “A little after four.”

“I should go back to my own bed,” she says with a sigh, “or Matthias will wonder where I am if he wakes up.”

“In a little while,” I wrap my arms tighter around her. “I think I got one more round in me before you go.”

“Jax,” she giggles. “We need to sleep.”

“There will be plenty of time for sleep when we’re dead.”

“You already fucked me three times,” she whispers.

“Yeah, but the first time didn’t count,” I laugh. Her hot pussy felt so good bare that I hardly had time to make her come before I blew my load in her.

“It did for me. It was incredible,” she says with a sigh.

“You’re incredible.” I kiss the top of her head.

“I know you said before about telling people, but can we wait?” she whispers.

“Why?” I meant what I said earlier. She is mine now. No other man will ever fucking touch her again.

“I think we should tell my father first and I don’t want Matthias to have to keep our secret. It’s not fair.”

“Okay,” I agree because she’s right about it being unfair on the kid.

“Besides, isn’t it kind of fun sneaking around?”

“No,” I squeeze her ass. “It might be fun for a day or two but I don’t want you to have to sneak out of here so nobody catches us. I want to wake up next to you, Luce.”

She looks up at me. “You do?” she purrs.

“Yes, mostly because I always wake up with morning wood and it would be so much more convenient to slide my cock into you than have to jerk off.” I grin at her.

“Jackson!”

I roll on top her, pinning her to the bed. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” I nip at her neck and she squeals as I trail tiny bites all over her.

“Yes. That’s why I do it,” she purrs.

I look up at her, my eyes narrowed. She’s so inexperienced and there is so much I want to teach her. “You know that now you’re mine, I will follow up on my promise to spank your ass?”

“I’m counting on it,” she bites on her lip and my cock hardens. How does she act so fucking sweet yet so wickedly sinful at the same time?

“You know if you want something, you only have to ask?” I remind her.

“I know,” she breathes. “Why do you make me ask for what I want, Jax, when you already know?”

“Because you’re so much younger than me, baby, and I want you to feel confident in asking for what you want.”

“Oh,” she breathes.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t just give you it anyway,” I brush her hair from her face. “Because sometimes I don’t want you to ask. Sometimes I just get the urge to fuck you into oblivion and now that you’re mine I’m gonna be doing a lot of that.”

“That sounds hot,” she breathes.

“But the more confident you are, the more I’ll be able to push you. Does that make sense?”

“Yes. Does it bother you that I’m not very experienced?” she blinks at me.

“No. Not even a little. I love that I’ll get to be the one to teach you what turns you on and gets you off. I’ll enjoy testing your limits with you, Angel.”

“You turn me on and get me off,” she giggles. “I think anything you want to do to me is fine by me.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “That’s a dangerous statement to make, Luce. You don’t know half of the things I’d like to do to you yet.”

“I’m sure I’ll love all of them.” She reaches up and curls her fingers in my hair. “But I love that you want me to be more confident. I’ve never been good at asking for what I want. At least not when it comes to sex.” She blushes at the word.

“You’re blushing saying the word sex to me?”

“Yes.” She flutters her eyelashes.

“Even though I just had my face buried in your pussy?”

“Yes,” Her breath catches in her throat.

“You like it when I eat your pussy, baby?” I growl as I start to pepper her throat with soft kisses.

“Yes,” she purrs like a kitten.

“What else do you like?”

“I like your fingers in me,” she groans as she rocks her hips, grinding herself on my cock. “I like it when you talk about spanking me.”

“Hmm. Wait until I actually spank you. I have a hunch it’s going to make you super fucking wet.”

“Jax,” she groans, grinding harder. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

“Hmm,” I mumble as I head south. The smell of her cum mixed with mine makes me feel like burying my cock deep inside her again. I have never come inside a woman before. I’ve tasted myself in a woman’s mouth before, but never on her pussy. “Your cunt is so fucking good, I’m gonna eat you every day, Angel.”

“Yes,” she whimpers as she writhes beneath me and my cock is weeping for her. I bury my face between her thighs and brush my tongue over her dripping folds.

“Fuck,” I growl. There is something about tasting her when she’s full of my cum that brings out something primal in me. I want to mark her beautiful soft skin so that everywhere she goes people will know that she’s mine.

“The thing I love most though, Jax,” she groans as she rides my mouth.

“Hmm?” I mumble as I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh! God!” she hisses as I bring her to the edge. “Is when you fill me with your huge cock.”

Fuck me! I’ve created a monster.

I push myself up again, positioning myself between her thighs so I can give her what she loves the most. I’m a gentleman, after all.

I ease the tip inside her and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. I will never tire of the silky smooth wetness of her pussy. “This what you really want, baby?”

“Yes.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and I fuck her hard until she shouts my name so loud I have to put my hand over her mouth.

“I thought we were keeping this a secret?” I groan as I drive deeper into her. It will never be enough though. I will never be deep enough inside her that I don’t want more.

She moans against my hand as her orgasm hits and her walls squeeze my cock in a vise-like grip until I empty every last drop of cum I have inside her.

“Jax,” she pants when I move my hand from her mouth.

“Hmm.” I lie on top of her, only half holding myself up on my forearms because I’m completely spent.

“I never want you to stop doing that. Promise me that you won’t,” she whispers and there it is. That part of herself that never feels good enough. The part that thinks she doesn’t deserve a man like me, when the opposite is true. She is far too good for me but it’s too late now. She sold her soul to the devil and I’ll never return it.

“I promise, Angel,” I say before I kiss her soft lips and swallow her gentle moans.