Chapter
Thirteen
NOVA
S imone didn’t speak the entire way back to her house. I tried to leave her to her thoughts, but her finger tapping started to drive me insane, so I snatched up her hand, kissing each fingertip until she finally looked at me.
“Sorry,” she whispered, adjusting her legs on the couch again.
She’s twitchy and anxious, so I need to figure out a way to calm her. One that doesn’t involve my dick cause that would make me the selfish prick I really want to be right now. She’s still wearing her dress and nothing else.
It’s driving me mad.
“Want to talk about it?” I rub my thumbs up the center of her palm, and she sighs but shakes her head.
“What would you be doing if I wasn’t here right now to relax?” Maybe if I ground her in some normal, she’ll come out of her shell.
"I enjoy watching serial killer documentaries and listening to gangster rap, and I find the shooting range soothing.” It’s not what I expected, but it’s a start.
"You should disclose this on your dating profiles cause it seems important to know about your personality." My teasing draws a small smile.
"I'm not for weak men." She says it proudly, and I wink at her.
“No, Dove, you certainly are not. How about we get you changed into something comfy and watch a movie?” I took my suit jacket off long ago, but the thought of a nice pair of sweatpants never sounded so good.
“Eager to get me naked?” She stands in front of me, and I get tongue-tied.
“Honestly, more than you could possibly believe, but I meant what I said. You go change, and I’ll make us some popcorn.” She nods and heads up the stairs.
I grab my overnight bag and change quickly in her bathroom.
I haven’t canceled my hotel room in case she asks me to leave, but I can’t fathom leaving her alone after today’s fiasco. And I thought my family had issues.
I was standing in the kitchen retrieving a bowl of popcorn when one of her damn cats decided to make its presence known. It’s the big orange one, the boy, if I remember correctly. He winds his round body through my legs and then reaches up my leg like a dog getting ready to hump you.
“Felix! Get off him.” I look up to see Simone watching us closely.
“I think your pussy wants to fuck me,” I smirk, but she scoops him up and kisses his forehead.
“Impossible. He’s neutered.” I drop the bag of popcorn and hold my chest.
“HOW COULD YOU?” Nothing should ever have its balls cut off.
Well, unless they’re a rapist.
“Oh hush, it didn’t kill him. What are we watching?” I notice what she’s wearing when she walks away from me to bend over to retrieve the remote.
Fuck me sideways.
Booty shorts, a camisole shirt, and I’d bet my life on the fact that there’s nothing underneath them. I aim to check myself and spill half the popcorn on the counter in my haste to join her on the couch, where she’s still holding the orange fluff ball.
“Comfy?” She has a blanket thrown over the back of the couch, and I gently pull it off and cover her bare legs before handing her the bowl.
“Yes, thanks.” I pull her legs over my own and sink into the couch as she flips to a streaming service full of true crime shows.
“You were serious?” I laugh at the question because, of course, she was.
“Absolutely. Here, you can pick.” She tosses me the remote, and I start scrolling the selection when I see the black cat licking itself out of the corner of my eye.
“I don’t like that one.” I sneer as it reaches over its head and licks while staring me down like I’m its next meal.
“Why?” She coos at the cat like it’s really her child.
“Anything that can lick its own ass is trouble.” She snorts at me.
“Angel is the Devil incarnate. Don’t make her mad, and you’ll be fine.” Right.
“I’m pretty sure me being here has already done that.” I randomly pick a show because I don’t plan to watch it.
“You’re probably right.” Simone drops the orange on the floor, and he rolls onto his back in a big stretch.
“So, is this like a Netflix and chill thing?” She asks a few minutes into the show that I shamelessly fell into instantly.
Who knew Jeffery Dahmer was so charismatic?
“Simone, have you never just hung out with a man before?” I pause the show and place the remote on the side table.
I turn myself so I’m facing her and let my hands rub her long, smooth legs.
“Not one that didn’t want something in return.” Ah, I see the problem.
“The only thing I want is for you to relax, Dove. Today was a traumatic event, so I’ll help any way I can.” I leave the interpretation of my words to her.
“So what you’re saying is that if I need an orgasm to relax, all I have to do is ask?” And my cock is hard.
I let my smile answer her.
“Ok, thanks. I was just checking.” Wait what?
“Are you teasing me, Dove?” Her lips twitch into a grin, and I pounce.
“You little brat.” I tickle her until she’s squealing under me right where I want her.
With her legs wrapped around my waist and my dick nestled up to her core. I stare into her eyes before I reach over my head and pull my shirt off.
“Now we’re Netflix and chilling,” I lean in and kiss her.
Her moan sets me on edge, but it’s when she grinds her core on my dick that I throw caution to the wind and pull the thin straps of her camisole down so her breast pops out.
“Tell me no now, Simone,” I plead with her, but her answer is to shove my head down to her nipple, which I promptly pop into my mouth as my hands find their way into her tiny shorts.
Her feet push my sweats off my ass, and in less time than a commercial break, we’re on her couch, naked and needy for one another.
“I need,” she whimpers as my fingers find her center.
“I know what you need.” She shoves me back and gets off the couch.
Oh shit.
Did I fuck up? I’m on the verge of apologizing when Simone drops to her knees and swallows half my length in one go.
“Oh fuck,” I was not prepared for that.
Nor was I ready to have her cell phone start ringing ten seconds later. Simone growls around my shaft, and her teeth scrape my skin, causing me to hiss.
“Dove, watch your teeth. Now concentrate on me. I’ll get the phone.” I pick it up off the couch and see red.
Incoming call from Tyler.
I turned it on so she could see, and she started to back off. I shake my head and push her back down until I hit the back of her throat. I hit accept and put it on speaker.
“Hello?” I grab her hair, pull her up to my tip, and then shove her back down.
She moans right on my cue.
“I need to speak to Simone!” Tyler says urgently.
“Simone can’t come to the phone right now. She’s too busy sucking my cock. Can I take a message?” Her eyes widen at me, and I wink.
“You disgusting pig! She would never do that.” Well, that’s an interesting response.
“Oh, but she would. Maybe just not for you. Did you have a message?” The phone disconnects, and I toss it away.
“You never sucked his dick?” She shakes her head as she slurps on me.
“Good fucking girl. Get up here and ride me.” Her mouth opens on a pop, and she stands looking between my mouth and my cock.
“Both, Dove. You can ride both. Just tell me how you want me.” It takes her a moment before she straddles my hips and grabs my shoulders.
I pinch her chin so I have her full attention.
“We do this, and you’re mine. We fly to Vegas in the morning and then to my family. We’re all in you and I.” I push myself right inside her and hold still.
“Simone, I need your words.” Her mouth opens and then closes.
“I don’t have a choice.” Her voice is full of doubt, and I shake my head.
“You always have a choice, but I want you to pick me anyway. Your parents want you married. I’m not clear on the motive, but I do know the man they picked for you is a douchebag. You’re meant to be mine, not his.” I thrust into her, and she gasps.
“Mine,” I growl into her ear.
“Yes.” Three letters never sounded so fucking good.
“That ring on your finger is real, and tomorrow you’ll be Mrs. Deacon. Now, hold on,” I stand and walk upstairs into her bedroom.
It gives her a few to adjust to me and allows me to enjoy her slick heat. I lay us down on the bed, where I promptly grab her left leg and bring it to my shoulder.
“Are you on birth control, Wife?” I pull out to the tip and slowly reenter.
This angle allows me a deeper penetration that has her curling her toes.
“Yes.” She arches her back as I pick up my pace.
“Good, ‘cause I’m not pulling out.” I truly start to fuck her then.
Hard, deep strokes are causing her to scream her pleasure to the world. I draw out her orgasm slowly though. Edging her until she turns violent.
“MADDOX!” My name has never sounded so fucking good.
“Husband,” I correct as I slow down to let her catch her breath.
“Not yet.” I smile at her wording.
I pull out fully and flip her over.
“I think you’re ready for that spanking.” I slap her ass, and she yelps.
“How many was it?” I muse as I slap the other.
“Are you mad?” She yells out as I plunge back inside her.
“Mad for you? Absolutely fucking insane. Now count, or I’ll start over.” Turns out she can’t remember her numbers after four.
It might have been the orgasms.