Page 118 of Jace
Pridefully, I lower to my knees, ignoring the sound of David’s gagged shouts, protesting and yanking on his chains as I kneel in the puddle of what Jace gave to me. That was my first squirt but not my last with him, I’m sure. In seconds, Jace’s hard cock is free of his pants and in my thirsty mouth.
If his frightening size doesn’t make my ex permanently shrivel, the way I proudly gag on Jace’s cock right in front of him will.
I can’t take Jace’s entire length, but I try. I gaze up at him with tears streaming from the corner of my eyes as I grab his ass and make him fuck my face.
Jace fists my ponytail, holding back, I know, but he’s taking what he can, claiming what I can give.
“You’re such a good girl for me, Vivian, sucking your Daddy’s big dick,” he praises as I reach down, moaning, fingering my tingling pussy. I’m going to come again, just staring up at him and choking on his cock. Of proudly doing something my ex tried to shame me for, but with Jace, I’m free.
“Fuck yes, baby,” Jace boasts. “That moan. That pussy. That ass. Those tits. You belong to me, don’t you? Show the little man-child how a woman takes care of her man when he worships her.”
Over my ex’s whimpers, I make a show of licking Jace’s cock, of dragging my tongue up the thick vein in his shaft to circling his wide crown before I taunt, “Yes, Daddy. You always make me come like a good girl for you.”
Jace’s nostrils flare, his cock swelling.
This isn’t like last night when it was love, lust, and his complete surrender to me.
This is Jace’s claim. His power. This is a giant bull, proving he’s a beast.
Jace taunts, “Maybe if he had fucked properly, you wouldn’t be needing my huge cock to fuck you so hard every night.” Glaring at David, I take as much as I can, proudly gagging on Jace’s cock for effect. It makes Jace reach down, cupping my open jaw. “Then again, my queen deserves a real man. She needs my cock to fill her with cum, doesn’t she?”
I moan loudly, fingering myself proudly, hearing the clanking of chains, but they’re not just David’s, they’re mine, falling away.
“That’s it, Vivian. Take it. Suck my dick in front of everyone like a good girl.” Jace gazes down at me, his thighs twitching, his breath huffing. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. So good. Make him watch me come down your throat.”
Jace grunts, and the moment I taste his hot, spurting, salty cum, I come. Shuddering with an orgasm, I open my mouth, letting Jace relish the sight of his creamy seed pooling over my tongue before I let it spill over my lips, his milky drops painting my dress.
I turn to David, who’s glaring, huffing, and drooling as I swallow Jace’s cum before I proudly lick it off my lips and taunt, “Only mykinggets my pictures now.”
Gently, Jace pulls me to my feet. Without hesitation, he kisses me deeply, groaning at his taste in my mouth before he pulls back.
Reaching his hand out, he tells Nick, “Hand me that phone.”
I turn and realize Nick has taken care of Zar. Zar’s smiling, spent, and neatly tucked back into his pants.
Nick complies, pulling the phone from his pocket and handing it to Jace.
Jace takes my hands, securing it in my grasp. “This belongs to you, my queen, and no one else.”
I’m so overwhelmed by the moment, my freedom, and our love, I don’t need to check the phone.
When we return to Jace’s truck, I secure it in my camera bag and don’t look back.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
JACE
I’m a happy man.My heart is full, balls are empty, and the scumbro saw exactly why.
I’m too in love, too satisfied to worry that minutes after we left him locked in the bunker, we were summoned by The Queen to meet in her office at the club.
Usually, it means we’re in trouble.
I grew up with a mother who’d warn, “Me and you are ’bout to have a come-to-Jesus meeting.”
And our punishment after the terrifying meeting?
We had to sit on the front porch, in front of our other brothers, and cross-stitch a “Jesus Loves You” pattern in pink. Years later, we had sewn so many, Grant had them made into a quilt for Mom.
