"Does it bother you knowing that I've seen her naked? I've touched every inch of her? Been inside her over and over again?"
"Fuck. You." He was getting to me. Bad.
"I bet it just eats at you, knowing how many men she's been with. Oh wait, you don't know how many, do you?"
I shook my head, swallowing hard. "I don't-"
"Did she tell you how hard she came the last time I fucked her as she ate my girlfriend's pussy?"
That was it. I was seeing red. "You-"
"I was her favorite client. She always came back for more. I can still feel her tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fucked her hard. And Mathis?"
My breathing picked up at the words I was hearing. I knew he was a client, I knew they had history, but the way he was talking made it sound like it was more.
"She's mine."
I growled. "No, she's fucking not. She's mine, asshole. Mine. I own her."
Jude chuckled. "We'll see about that." And with that he hung up.
I slammed the receiver down and huffed, scrubbing my hands down my face. My body vibrated. Adrenaline pumped through me like a hurricane. "Fuck." I landed my fist hard on the desk, the cup of pens shaking under my wrath before spilling onto the floor.
"Mathis?" A light knock sounded on the door before Jennifer peeked her head into my office. "Everything all right?"
My cock got hard just seeing her. Mine.
I rose to my feet and stalked toward her. I'd never needed to be insider her so badly.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back, heading in the direction of the living room.
Run, that's fine, but I will catch you. This sense of possession came over me, took over my soul as I closed the distance between us. I was officially becoming a fucking caveman.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice turning husky with desire.
I leaned my head from side to side, cracking the tendons in my neck.
She turned around and headed toward the couch. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but-"
Before I knew what I was doing, I tackled her. We both landed hard on the couch, her warm body spread beneath me. "Mathis."
My hands ripped at her clothes, tugging the panties clean off her body. I fisted my hand in her red hair and pulled her head back, grazing my teeth over the side of her neck.
She swallowed, a soft moan leaving her beautiful plump lips.
"You're mine, Jennifer," I growled. Was that even me talking? The possession for this woman took over again as I lowered my zipper and freed my now rock hard cock.
"Mathis, what-"
I slammed into her tight cunt, making her cry out. Fuck, she was hot.
"Oh, God," she whimpered.
Gripping her hair in one hand, I pulled her leg up to her chest with the other and pulled out before thrusting back in. "Mine. You're fucking mine."
"Yes. I am. Please … shit," she begged.
Every time I powered into her, her eyes dilated. I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back, restraining her under me as I fucked her hard. "You're mine. Your cunt is mine. Your body is mine. You are mine."
She moaned, trembling beneath me, her core squeezing my cock.
"I own you, Jennifer," I said between thrusts. "Me. That's it. No one else."
She panted and spread her legs wider before a scream of ecstasy left her lips.
"That's it. Come on my dick."
Sounds of pleasure encircled us as I kept pumping into her at a frantic pace. I couldn't control it. The need to possess and take over her body was strong, gripping me from the inside out. And it was all Jude's fucking fault.
I pulled out and thrust two fingers into her pussy and wrapped my other hand around my cock. "You're going to come again and again until I tell you to stop."
She nodded and pushed back against my hand.
I inserted three fingers deep inside her, rubbing them over her G-spot.
Jennifer whimpered, her hips picking up speed. "Yes. Oh, God. Harder."
A tingle shot down my back before exploding through my balls. I released my seed onto her ass and lower back. I groaned, pinching the tip of my dick, lengthening my orgasm.
She turned her head and looked up at me, her eyes darkening with desire as I came on her body.
With my finger, I brushed it through the white cream and pushed it into her pussy. She moaned.
I repeated my movements, and did the same with the puckered hole between her ass cheeks. Both spots I had become accustomed to over the last week.
"I want to come all over you and inside you over and over again." My hand still held a firm grip on my cock, and although I had just come, it was still hard as stone. I sank back into her, stretching her to meet my size and pushed more of my come inside her waiting pussy.
She moaned, opening her body to me. "I love the feel of your come deep inside my cunt."
My body came to life with her words. God, I loved this woman. I loved everything about her. But, at this moment it wasn't making love. It was pure raw fucking, and I needed her to be aware that no man would come between us. She was mine. A thought came to me at that very moment. What better way to have her permanently in my life? To know that she would always be there, no matter what.
Throwing a baby into the fucking mix wouldn't jack shit up. It would work. Would she be for it, though? That was the question.
As her pussy sucked my cock dry, I couldn't help shake the feeling of elated happiness that flew through me. She wouldn't have to be a whore anymore. She said she wouldn't for me, but having a baby was a guaranteed way to make her stop.
Her cries of pleasure interrupted my thoughts, and I focused back on the task at hand. Making my wife exhausted from my thick length fucking her hard.
I leaned down, covering her completely and bit the back of her neck.
She gasped, her pussy clenching around me.
I did it again.
As her moans and cries of bliss filled my ears, I continued on my plans on making her mine for good. I had a feeling she wouldn't be ready for a baby, so plan B? Steal her birth control.
Chapter Seventeen
Missing in Action
Jennifer
Whoever had been on the phone with Mathis sent him into an absolute tailspin. I hadn't seen the possessive Mathis rear his ugly head in days, but tonight he did, with a vengeance. I should have been scared, but I wasn't.
My body relaxed against his while he ran his fingers through my hair. We snuggled in bed as if the intense fucking never happened. I wanted to pick his brain, ask him what happened, but he was still wound so tightly. He would be in a better frame of mind in the morning. No good would come from discussing shit tonight.
"Jenny." His voice sent a chill down my spine. No matter how many times my name left his beautiful European lips, I could never get enough of it.
"Mmm," I replied in response. I couldn't even bring myself to answer in words. I was just that exhausted.
"Are you on birth control?" The question instantly became an elephant in the room. We had been fucking like wild rabbits and the subject never came up until now. Was that what was bothering him?
"Yes, why?" I rolled over to face him while we had whatever discussion was about to explode between us. My heavy eyelids were recharged and my exhaustion was long forgotten.
"I was just wondering. I mean, it is a valid question, right?" His demeanor remained cool, calm, nothing like the brooding man who attacked me on the couch earlier in the evening.
"I guess so, but why now? Shouldn't we have covered that before we started fucking?" I didn't mean to sound irritated, but it came across that way. Damn it. Way to keep your emotions under control, Jenny!
"It slipped my mind. I figured you're my wife now, so whatever happens, happens. Right?" Did he just say he wanted me to get knocked up? I almost wanted to kick him in his dick. And if I didn't get so much damn pleasure from it, I probably would have.
"Mathis, what is going on? What aren't you telling me?" Can of worms? Officially fucking open. I might as well have poked the bear with a stick. I started to pull away from him in bed and his grip on me tightened.
"Jenny, don't pull away from me, love." His lips gently pressed to my cheek, and he pulled me closer. "I'm telling you everything. I just wanted all of our communication open. Babies happen. Life happens. I want to make sure we're on the same page."
Same page? Would he be on the same page?
"Mathis, I'm nowhere near ready for a baby. Hell, we just got married. We don't know each other at all. Don't you think a baby would just confuse everything right now? I wouldn't want anything to come between us." It was true. Everything with us was just so fresh and new. A baby. God. That would fuck everything up. It would be like throwing a smelly, puking, drunk frat boy in between my husband and me.
"I know, love, I know. I just..." He stopped and looked away.
He was lying. I may not be a world class poker player, but I have figured out his tell. Every time he's lied to me, he has looked away. He couldn't make eye contact with me. It was like my sapphire gaze was a truth detector.