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CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

Jett

I love having Fable in my office.

Especially when she’s wearing a little white tank that gives me a perfect view of her teardrop-shaped boobs, nipples and little piercings, and leggings that are painted on her shapely legs. She looks good enough to eat, and I’m rather starving. She sits in the chair across from me, her feet up on the armrest as she makes notes on the travel team tournaments packet we’re working on. I just finished it and want her opinion. She’s been in here all morning, showing me different ideas for the house and ordering some furniture. We’re having some of the contents of her storage unit in Chicago shipped here to bring her knickknacks, photos, and books home. She’s selling her furniture, though, because she wants to start fresh with me.

Fable is staying.

She’s mine.

Her reaction to the cabin was everything I wanted, and I’m ready to move in. We can sleep on a damn blow-up mattress, for all I care. I just want to be in our home, with my girl. When I say that, she side-eyes me and shakes her head. “We both won’t be able to walk, much less skate, if we sleep on a blow-up mattress. We’re fine, Jett.”

She’s not wrong. My back isn’t right if I’m not on my orthopedic bed. “I know, but I want to sleep with you in our home.”

Her eyes fill with excitement. “I do too, so instead of distracting me with this, let me buy stuff.”

I scoff, arching a brow. “You want me to approve that packet without your opinion?”

“No,” she mumbles. “Hush. I’m trying to focus.”

I grin, leaning back in my chair as I watch her. She has her pen in her mouth, her brows furrowed, looking too damn good for words. “If you’re able to focus, then I’m not doing my job.”

Her eyes cut to mine. “Jett,” she warns, and I flash her a boyish grin that I know gets her going.

“Do you want kids?”

She slams the papers on her thighs and looks at me skeptically, “Wow. Now? We want to talk about this now?”

I hold back my smile as I shrug. “Just curious.”

Her eyes search mine as she relaxes a bit. “I don’t know. Would it be okay if I wanted to be selfish and have you only to myself?”

“Not selfish at all.”

“Do you?”

I lick my lips, letting my eyes trail along her body. “I’d love to fill you up with my come and watch that belly grow, but we might be a bit old.”

“You’re old,” she quips with a grin, and I snort since we both know we’re the same age.

Her lips tip up as her eyes flash with heat. A flush moves up her neck to her cheeks as I waggle my brows. Her laughter hits me straight in my heart as she asks, “So, maybe we’d adopt?”

I wave my hand back and forth. “I’m on the fence. I don’t know which way I want to fall.”

“Do we have to decide now?”

“Not at all,” I tell her, passion lacing my voice. “But I sure love filling you with my come, though.”

Heat burns in her eyes as she holds my gaze. She licks her lips, setting me on fire before she asks in her sultry, sexy voice, “Does my man need attention?”

I look down, sliding my fingers along the edge of the desk. “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt with how fucking delectable you look.”

Her lips part. “Delectable?”

I nod. “Those nipples are all hard and begging to be sucked.”

Fable’s breath hitches as she taps her pen to her mouth. “Hmm, how dare I tempt you like that.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I lean back in my seat, knowing she can see the way my cock is pitching one hell of a tent. Like I wanted, she drags her eyes along my throbbing shaft before meeting my gaze again, desire and heat in her green depths. “Got me over here wanting to rip out IUDs and fill you with my babies.”

She grins. “We went from baby to babies. I must be affecting you really badly.”

I puff out my chest, arching back in my seat to give my cock some room. “I tell you what, it’s real hard being with the most gorgeous woman in the world and not keeping you full of me.”

“I can tell how hard it is,” she murmurs as she sighs, causing me to smile smugly. “Tell me what you want, pretty boy.”

Fuck, she gets me going when she says that in that sexy tone of hers. I push my seat back and pull out my cock, stroking it as my eyes stay locked with hers. “I want that pretty mouth on my cock.”

She licks her lips and watches as I stroke myself. She squirms in her seat before she throws everything to the floor and gets up. She stretches, showing off her body, her soft hips that now have little bees and butterflies flying around that Hazel finished a week ago, making my cock leak for her. I hold my breath as she saunters over to me, her hips swaying in such a sinful way that I want to bite her thick flesh and mark her. She steps between the desk and my legs before sliding her hands up my thighs, sending scorching heat down my spine. I’m breathless as I look up at her, while she looks down at me like a queen about to conquer new lands.

Fable licks her bottom lip before locking eyes with me. “Are you going to come down my throat like a good boy?”

“Fuck,” I groan as I tip my head back, her throaty giggling making me leak more. I swear, each time we’re intimate, Fable gets bolder. And it’s a fucking turn-on to know she’s only ever been like this for me. That she wants my come as much as I want to drown her in it. That she wants me. I barely recognize my own voice as I vow, “I’ll do whatever you want, princess.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs before falling between my knees. She strokes her hands up and down my thighs before she swipes her tongue along the head of my cock, catching my precome and causing me to hiss out a breath. “You taste so good.”

“You keep it up. I won’t last,” I warn her, and that only makes her smirk up at me before she grips my base, her fingers barely touching, and fuck, what a sight.

“That’s my plan,” she tells me as she lowers her mouth to me. “I want your come.”

I don’t know if I moan from her words or the feel of her hot mouth around my cock. Fuck, it’s both. She uses just the right suction and tongue to have me panting her name within seconds. She feels so fucking good, and when I thread my fingers into her hair, she lets out a needy little whimper that leaves me fighting for my control. I watch as she moves up and down my cock, her eyes intent on me, such desire and need in her gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth stuffed with my cock, and I can’t even form thoughts, much less keep ahold of any kind of control. I jerk up into her mouth, my cock touching the back of her throat, and tears spill down her cheeks as I start to fuck her mouth.

“Yeah, princess. Just like that. Swallow my cock.”

She hums for me, and I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head. When my gaze settles back on my sweet princess, she’s squirming, and I can’t stand for her to be needy when I can make her come. I pull out of her mouth, much to her protest, before lifting her hips and sitting her on my desk. Her eyes meet mine, wild and full of desire, almost pushing me over the edge. I reach for her leggings, pulling them and her barely there panties down her legs before throwing them to the floor. I scoot my chair up, my eyes moving between her legs, where not only is her piercing sparkling, but so is her dripping-wet pussy. “Fuck, Fable, is all that for me? Did sucking my cock get you all wet and needy for me?”

She brings her lip between her teeth and nods, a desperate lilt to her voice as she says, “Yes, so wet. I love sucking your cock,” she pants, and it’s music to my ears.

I moan appreciatively as I lean in, running my tongue between her sweet lower lips. She rocks into my mouth, crying out, and I find myself trembling. Against her pussy, I whisper, “I wanted to be your good boy, Fable. But this pussy…it needs me.”

“It does,” she cries out, running her fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry. You’re still my pretty boy.”

I preen like a damn dog before I suck her pussy into my mouth. She moans loudly, bucking into my mouth as I lick each of her piercings before using my tongue to swirl around each one. I curve my tongue along her clit, and she’s done for. “Please, Jett. Oh my God!” she yells as she explodes against my tongue. I chuckle as I lick up her wetness, swirling my tongue around her entrance as she jerks and whines beneath me.

“So quick for me?”

“I want you so bad.”

I stand, pushing her legs back into her chest so that her pussy is lined up for me. She grabs ahold of me and inserts my tip inside her tight, wet heat, and I squeeze my eyes shut at how fucking good she feels.

“Fuck yes, Fable,” I tell her, pushing all the way into her. “I need to marry you so I can say fucking my wife is better than breathing.”

She moans loudly, angling her hips up so I can go deeper. “Only if I get to say my husband has the biggest cock in the world.”

I chuckle as I cage her head between my hands, pressing my lips to hers. “You can say that now. I won’t correct you.”

I’m rewarded with the prettiest, sultriest grin before I thrust up into her, hard enough that the desk moves a bit, the sound making us both laugh. She squeezes my cock, her pussy tight and unyielding as she wraps her thighs around my hips, squeezing me to her. I lose control and rut into her, each deep thrust sending heat down my spine. I know she’s almost there—her thighs are squeezing my hips, her nails digging into my ribs where she holds me. Her face is so red, and she’s panting in that way that I love. My name is a chant as she meets me thrust for thrust.

Against her lips, I say, “I need you to come for me again. Come on, be my good girl.” She arches up, and I go deeper, hitting her in a spot that makes her feral. “You feel so good. Fucking hell, I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”

“You better not,” she moans, and I grin against her lips.

“So fucking good,” I say, slowing my thrusts. “One look and I’m ready to blow my load for you. You are so fucking sexy. How am I supposed to resist filling this pussy with my come?”

“Please, Jett!”

Her pussy squeezes me, and she takes me over the edge with her. She lifts her head to crash her lips to mine, and I meet her tongue stroke for stroke. Her thighs squeeze my hips, and I jerk inside her, my heart beating out of control.

For her.

I kiss the side of her mouth then her nose before I whisper, “I love you, Fable.”

That peaceful look fills her gaze as she cups my neck. “I love you.”

I thrust into her again, surprising her, and she moans loudly. I chuckle against her lips before slowly removing myself from her sheath. I get such pleasure when I look at the mess I made, my come leaking out of her tight hole. Her legs are still in the air, her hands holding them behind the knees as she gazes up at me, so damn satisfied. “You’re a sight, princess.”

Her lips quirk up. “Gonna get me a towel, or will I have your come leaking out of me all afternoon?”

I consider it before she sets me with a look. She can’t handle all my come in her panties for long, but that doesn’t mean I don’t let it sit there and leak out of her so I can watch and fulfill the primal need inside me for a minute. I scoop up a bit that has escaped and push it back into her. “I like it better in you.”

She laughs, lying back, her face resting against my desk, looking all kinds of sexy. A satisfied grin sits on my lips as I head toward my office door. I make sure no one is in the lobby before I tuck my cock in and rush to the bathroom for a wet paper towel to clean her up. I wash my hands then rinse out my mouth before grabbing what I need. I hurry back to my office, shutting the door, a chuckle leaving my lips. “Maybe we should keep towels in?—”

I stop when I find her still on her back, one hand holding one leg and the other holding her grandfather’s letter to me. Gone is that satiated expression, replaced by confusion as she looks over at me. The need for answers is swirling in her beautiful eyes, and then she searches mine as if I have them.

Her voice is hoarse as she asks, “What is he talking about? What does he regret that happened after Salt Lake? What did my parents do?”