Page 77 of Jace
What will that mean for Vivian when I make her my queen?
“It depends,” I answer her. “But it’s never forced. It’s always what a queen wants.”
“I wantyou,” she almost begs, breathlessly. “I want to share everything with you, Jace.”
My voice is dark, aroused as I murmur, “You don’t know whateverythingis yet.”
But I can imagine it… and want it.
“Yes, I do.” She tempts, “I’m not as wholesome as you think.”
“Good, because I don’t want wholesome.” Here comes my dark side. He’s been waiting for her. “I want you to take everyinch of my cock and more. I want you to come like my sweet slut, getting fucked however she wants.”
“Oh god, Jace.” She gasps softly.
We can’t seem to be on the phone without this hunger taking over.
“Are you touching that wet pussy for me, Vivian?”
“Yes.” She sighs. “I’m using my fingers, but I needyou. I even dreamed about it. I was sucking my cum off your huge dick untilyourcum was choking my throat.”
“Fuck, baby.” I’m standing on the bow of a yacht in the middle of a busy body of water. Trying to blend into Palm Beach relaxed fashion. It’s not easy at six foot six with a raging erection, tenting your light linen pants.
I wish Viv would just tell me her fantasies, how I can make them come true. She doesn’t have to be ashamed with me. I want everything with her.
“Jace.” But right now, she’s whimpering; she’s close.
And I’m fucking dying to take her there, to free her.
“You want to choke on my cock, Vivian? Is that what you want? You wanna take it like a good girl after I tie you to a fuck bench because you know I will.”
She moans.
“Do you want me to keep you strapped there and open for me to fuck? To watch my cum dripping out of you?”
She gasps yes. Gasps like she’s trapped and wants out, and I’m right here. Waiting. Taking. Giving.
“Goddamn, Vivian. You’re gonna fucking come right now, knowing you’ll exist for me to fuck every day. Do it. Be my sweet, shameless slut and come for me.”
Her orgasmic groan sounds like she’s in pain. It matches mine. I’m dizzy, dazed by desire and daylight with a throbbing cock for her.
“Jace.” I live for how she loves my name, how it belongs on her lips. “Did you come too?”
“Can’t right now. The whole public thing’s illegal in every state.”
“God, I wish you were with me so I could take care of you. So I could just even hold you. I’m so tired of waiting forus.”
I drag in a ragged inhale, making a dirty plan. “Soon, baby, I promise. Now, get dressed for brunch, and I’ll be with you the whole time. Okay?”
“Okay.” She lets another sigh free. “I got this.”
I end our call. Using my trick of tensing every muscle bigger than my swollen dick, I redirect my blood. After a couple of minutes, it works. I feel human again.
With hunting steps, I find Grant still standing by the stern. He’s watching the estate through the binoculars.
“There he goes,” he mutters, scoping the scumbag. “Off to the golf course in Mumsie and Daddy’s Windsor blue Bentley.”
“You sure that fucker will be there all day?”
