Page 17 of Reckless Forever (Jennings Mafia Family #3)

Judah

I stood outside at the landing strip waiting for Ivy.

She had just texted and told me that she’d be pulling up in two minutes, and I was nervous as fuck.

It had been four months since I was able to touch her, and so far, most of our relationship had been through FaceTime and phone calls.

Now, she was about to come back with me to New York for a week.

The black truck driving her pulled up, and she hopped out, smiling, and walked over to me.

I handed her the bouquet of flowers, then hugged her and leaned down and picked her up.

Her legs wrapped around me as our mouths crashed into each other, and I kissed her with everything I had in me.

She held the back of my head and moaned into my mouth.

She pulled back and bit her lip, “Mmm, I missed you too.” She said as she wiped the lip gloss from both our lips. I chuckled and put her back down on the pavement and kissed her again.

“Thank you for these, these are beautiful.”

She adjusted her dress once her feet were planted, and I stepped back to look at her. She looked good as fuck. She wore a strapless pink dress and some red bottoms; her hair was down and curly. It was simple, but she looked like the finest woman walking.

I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs of the jet.

Inside it, Storm and Kennedy decorated it with rose petals and balloons for me.

On the seats were gifts from any store that let a nigga swipe their card.

She said she didn’t need anything, but I was going to make sure she had everything she wanted for her stay here.

“Judah! You did all this for me?” She gasped, her eyes teary, as she smiled with her mouth wide. Then, before I could even respond, she was halfway toward the back of the jet. I chuckled because I already knew what had caught her eye.

“You bought me an IntelliSense weather system?”

The fact that I had went dumb in every designer store and the jeweler, but that crazy ass device was the only thing that she cared about made me laugh at her.

“Thank you, handsome,” she said as she pulled me by the collar of my shirt and brought me down so she could kiss me.

“I couldn’t find this model anywhere; how did you get this?” She questioned as she looked over it.

“I made some calls,” I said as I sat in the seat and pulled her on top of me. I kissed her jaw as she read the back of the box, which listed its features.

She probably kissed me a million times as she sat across my lap. “Thank you,” she said again, smiling so hard that I knew her cheeks hurt.

“Look, Ivy. I don’t do shit like this. Not romance, no feelings, no labels, and no relationships.

But I want you. I talk to you all day and night.

I wake up in the morning and you’re the first person I want to talk to, Shorty.

I want you to be mine, officially,” I admitted as I rubbed her thigh.

Her smile got wider if possible. Then her smile dropped all at once as she looked at me in confusion.

My expression changed too because if she said the wrong thing, I was going to put Shorty in a headlock about my fucking feelings.

“So, all this time I wasn’t your girlfriend?

You’ve been falling asleep on the phone with me, but you thought you were a single man?

You were over here in the States doing single people stuff?

” She frowned, setting the box down that she had been holding, and put her hand on her hip, making me laugh.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, handsome.” She said before I could respond to her.

“Yeah, you're crazier than me,” I laughed as I kissed her again.

She cupped my face and slipped her tongue in my mouth. The taste of the mint on her breath made my dick harden underneath her. She ground into me, and this time I didn’t do anything to stop her.

“I want you, Judah,” She panted as she trailed her kisses from my mouth and then gently bit my ear. I pulled her dress above her waist and then palmed her bare ass underneath it. I pulled back and glared at her.

“If you thought you were already mine, why are you walking round with no panties on?” I gritted.

“Because I don’t want them in the way, I didn’t pack a single pair either.” She smirked before she kissed me again. It was a fire burning between us that I was about to put out. Or make it worse. Either way, I was about to take Ivy up and through there.

I slid my hand between us as I found her middle and circled her clit with my finger.

I could feel her getting wetter by the second.

Then I took two fingers and slid them into her, one after the other.

The feeling of her wet, tight walls hugging my fingers had my dick so hard it felt like it was going to break.

“Damn,” I groaned.

My fingers dipped in and out of her pussy as she wound her hips in slow circles. My hand was coated and damn near dripping by the time I took it out of her. But I didn’t taste her, not then.

“Get up, Ma,” I coached her and tapped her ass gently.

She stood up but made no effort to pull her dress down, giving me the perfect sight of her pussy.

It was pretty, freshly waxed, and glistening from the mess I had just made.

Pulling her back to me, I slid to the edge of the chair and rained kisses on her.

She moaned as she grabbed the back of my head.

“Stop teasing me,” She whined.

“Put your leg up there,” I said, nodding toward the back of the chair that I was sitting in. She was about to take off the heels that she was wearing.

“Nah, leave them on,” I stopped her.

She grinned and did as I told her to. She had her leg draped over the headrest.

“Judahhhhh!” She cried as I started to eat her slowly. The second that I put my mouth on her, I knew that it was no turning back for either of us. I didn’t put my mouth on anybody. Every time I linked with somebody, I told them to come with their pussy already eaten.

But Ivy had the sweetest taste, and if I could stay buried between her thighs forever, that’s what I would do. And that’s what I planned to do.

“Don’t stop,” She pleaded as she braced herself and tried to keep her footing.

Because I knew that she was about to cum, I let the grip that I had on her clit go. I could hear her whimpering because I had stopped.

“Turn around and bend over, Ivy,” I growled as I ran my hands through my chin hair that was now coated and dripping with the best thing I had ever eaten.

When she bent over, I got back into my meal.

Alternating between licking her pussy and ass.

She was going crazy and squirming, so I had to hold her in position, so she had no choice but to take it.

Her legs started shaking, and her moans were so sexy that I had to take my dick out of my pants because it was throbbing.

“Gah damn, Judah!” she screamed, and I could feel her releasing. I slid two fingers back into her and forced the orgasm from her. Shorty lost her shit, and I could feel her juices running down my arm.

She collapsed in the seat in front of us. She heaved for a couple of seconds before she turned around. She smiled lazily when she looked at me.

“Your face is a mess; I taste good to you?” She asked, now on her knees in front of me.

“Hell yeah,” I said as she snaked her hands around my dick and stroked it slowly.

“Let me see,” She came close to me and flicked her tongue across my lips. And then slowly planted kisses on my chin and pulled my bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it.

“I do,” She pulled back, lips still close to mine.

Then she licked the tip of my dick and damn near swallowed my shit in one motion.

“Fuck girl,” I groaned. She took my shit all the way to the back of her throat. I don’t know what she was doing, but that shit didn’t feel like anything I had ever felt before. She choked at first, but then she caught a rhythm that had me squirming like a bitch in the seat.

I had my hand on her back, but I let her do her thing. She took my hand and put it in her hair. I chuckled. Ivy was a freak, and she was trying to turn me up. I didn’t know if she could handle me at the max, but I was damn sure about to find out.

“You want me to pull your hair, Ma?” I asked her as I slid my dick in and out of her mouth from the chair.

“Mmhmm,”

I wrapped my hands in her hair, soft enough not to hurt but hard enough to make her pussy wetter.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned, never letting up.

“Play with your pussy while you sucking that dick, Ivy. Let me see all that shit you've been doing on FaceTime.” Her hand sank between her legs as she did what she was told. Her eyes closed, and her moans increased.

“Look at me,” I coached her as my hands guided her head up and down, still tangled in her hair.

“That’s what you want, Mama; you want me to pull your hair and tell you how pretty you look sucking me?”

I could see the look in her eyes change, and she increased her pace on my dick and with her hand. I knew that she was about to be on her second release.

“Fuckkkkk Ivy,” My head fell to the back of the seat, and I knew I was about to bust hard. “I’m about to cum, Ma.”

She didn’t ease her pace until I was shooting ropes of cum down her throat. It had been months since a nigga had fucked, and it felt like she was sucking my soul through the tip of my dick.

“Shit!” I groaned as she swallowed all of it.

“You taste as good as you look,” She smirked as she licked her lips.

I slid out of the seat, went over to the bed, and stepped out of my pants.

“Bring your ass here, Ivy.” I barked.

She stepped out of her shoes and lay on her back. I lined my dick at her entrance and eased it in. She winced, and I could feel myself stretching her out.

“Fuck,” She cursed as she arched her back and rubbed her breast. I bit my lip to hold back the sound that I wanted to make when I slid in her for the first time.

She put her hand on my chest to lessen the pressure. Then once she got used to the size, she was on demon time.