JACK
ONE MONTH LATER
I jumped on the bed, pulling Ahri on top of me.
“We have to leave, Jack. I don't want to be late—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled as Ahri giggled.
I kissed her hard, turning her into putty in my hands ready for me to shape her in every way I wanted. I pulled up the hem of her flowy orange thrift store dress she’d bought yesterday. Even with all the money we had, she would forever shop at the thrift store. I fucking love it.
I smacked Ahri’s ass, making her scream into my mouth. Ahri wore no panties, for me. She knew the second I didn’t see anyone nearby I’ll try to finger my baby girl and watch her turn red like a rose. She pushed me away from the idea of getting caught, but when I actually did stop she pouted that half-moon bottom lip out. The naughty little thing grabbed my hand and brought it back to where it belonged, inside her wet, tight cunt. Ahri got off on public sex as much as I did, which was why she wore her long flowy dresses with no panties. Bonus, if the dress or skirt was short.
I smacked Ahri’s ass again, moving her up to where she knew it was time to take a seat on her throne. I stuck out my tongue and sucked on her drenched pussy that was all mine to feast on.
“Oh fuck, Jack!” She grabbed my hair and held her dress up to see me work my magic. “Oh, Jack!” I made my baby girl scream when I sucked on her clit and slurped her up.
She rode my face, turning me into a servant with the best job description: Shut up, let the queen sit on your face, and enjoy the ride and view. I took in her sweet nectar and did my job. I pulled her hips down on my face, cutting off my oxygen. Ahri grabbed my hair tighter and screamed my name, full of ecstasy.
“JACK!”
Ahri let out her orgasm on my face as I rolled my eyes back with pure and utter pleasure. If I had lost control. I would have come in my pants—like I had done twice before in the past month.
Ahri’s screams filled our room with music as her legs trembled and her grip got tighter in my hair. It hurt, but I wasn't going to be a bitch. Ahri could hurt me as much as she wanted to, and I’ll always put her first. I’ll embrace the pain if that meant an earth-shattering orgasms on Ahri’s part.
“Good girl,” I mumbled into Ahri’s cunt.
I watched her aftershock pulses take over her body as I nibbled on her pretty pink flower petals. Ahri turned around in sixty-nine style—one of my favorites. I was going to drown in her pussy and ass while she sucked me dry and I fucked her mouth. That’s the kind of life I’d always wanted. I just didn't need two girls. Only one kinky wild thing like me.
Ahri ripped my jeans open and sucked my cock. Fast. She wanted a quickie. I could give that for her. We had to be somewhere in twenty minutes, but the place was on the north side of Golden Ridge so, there was no need to rush.
Ahri sucked me like a lollipop, her mouth vibrating with each moan she released. Roughly, I smacked her ass, turning it red.
“Tell me how much you love it, Ahri,” I growled, taking a bite of her ass, imprinting my teeth on what was mine. I went back to where I belonged, her tight ass.
“I love your cock.” Ahri spoke with my cock in her mouth. That’s my dirty little slut. She didn't even want to take my cock out of her mouth before she talked. “I love you so much, Jack.”
I held my orgasm for only a few seconds after that. Ahri knew what she was doing. She knew my weakness when she told me she loved me, moaned my name, and grabbed my balls. I came hard and wild, eating Ahri’s ass and pushing her head down on my cock as she gagged and swallowed me in a thirsty gulp. Ahri drank me up, addicted to my sweet taste. She sucked me dry and popped my cock out of her mouth.
“Seriously, Jack we need to go—”
I threw her on the bed as she gasped, bouncing on the silky black sheets. I stopped for a second to watch her. Her fuller face, no more dark circles, and her hair a messy wave, but this time there were no dark roots. Ahri looked like my perfect angel on a bed of wickedness and filthy intentions.
“Jack—”
I cut her off with a kiss. I didn't want to let her talk. I knew what she was going to say, but I wanted more of her. Fuck it if we’re going be late. She could get another job interview. I ripped my jacket and shirt off, working my way over to her. I ripped her dress open, the buttons in the middle popping right off her.
“You jackass!” she scolded me with a smile.
She hated when I ruined her clothes, but I always fixed them myself. Sitting on the couch in the living room with the floor lamp above me as I sewed on each button.
I went straight to Ahri’s breasts. She was going full commando today, and I adored it all. Ahri had gained around ten pounds since last month, and she was looking so much healthier, but she still had a way to go. I planned to take care of Ahri in every which way because I planned to have Ahri in my life until I die. And I don’t plan my death being until I’m over a hundred years old. Give or take.
I sucked on Ahri’s whole breast, making sure to mark her on my way up to her neck. I bit and tasted her flesh as I nibbled on her ear. I loved the way her skin tasted. Addictive. I could lick her all over, and I have. I spent a whole day coating her with my spit and kisses from head to toe.
“Jack, please we really need to go,” Ahri begged, but her hips ground into my cock, begging me to push my ten inches inside of her.
“No, we don’t. I’m not done with you,” I gritted, biting her bottom lip. The raging animal inside begging to breed Ahri. “I want my Baby-Jacks.”
“You’ll have them. I promise, but we need to go.” Ahri’s words weren’t in the same game as her hands or hips. She guided my cock to her wet slit, as I pushed inside of her and watched her eyes flicker with each inch she took in.
“Tell me again. We need to what?” I chuckled.
“We need to hurry and leave,” she moaned.
I kneeled, placing Ahri’s ankles on my shoulders. Gripping her hips tight, I fucked her raw and hard just the way she loved it. Her small perfect tits bounced, one red from my bites and the other lacking my affection, remaining pink. I slapped her non-red tit and watched Ahri’s eyes explode.
“Again,” she begged.
I fucked her hard and wild with everything I had, filling the room with bed squeaks, Ahri’s multiple orgasm moans, and my animal growls. I flipped her over on her stomach, slapped her ass. She winced. It hurt. I knew it did, but sometimes I loved to hear Ahri cry.
“Tell me who you belong to, Ahrianna.” I slapped her ass again and gave her a deep thrust. Ahri pulled all the covers toward her, trying to run away from me. I just pressed her down on the bed.
“Jack!” She screamed into the covers.
I gave her another deep thrust. It must have felt like I was splitting her in half when she cried my name with nothing but pure devotion and raw love.
“Jack! I belong to Jack!” Ahri bit the covers and turned her head. Her eye makeup she had worked so hard on. Ruined.
Ahri can fix it in the car, I thought.
I fucked her deeper and deeper as Ahri pulled on the covers and screamed my name.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I growled.
I dropped my hands next to her head, my hair falling in my face and full of sweat like my body. I fucked Ahri faster and faster not giving her time to respond. With each violent thrust, I got closer and closer.
“I want your babies, Jack!” Ahri shouted so loud the neighbors in a mile radius knew what Ahri desired.
Ahri let one beautiful tear gloss her cheek as she let out one last orgasm. Ahri’s cunt had me in a death grip, begging for my cum. I filled her deep and long, giving her my all, and marking her as my own.
My heart bruised my ribs as I took in a deep inhale. Ahri stayed still, moaning and sucking my finger as her eyes never left mine. She smiled with my finger in her mouth and wiggled her ass. I was captivated by her dimple. The perfect crater in the moon, and her eyes as black as night. She was my universe.
“Will you marry me?” I kissed Ahri’s back.
“Nope,” she said with no mercy.
Well, fuck.
That’s forty-seven: nopes. One: maybe. Zero: yeses. All in the past month after we had sex. I did officially propose, twice, with the rose petals on the bed and a home cooked dinner I slaved over for hours.
Stubborn little pixie.
“Why don’t you love me?” I faked cried, dropping my whole body on top of her. I crushed Ahri under my weight, making it harder for her to breathe, but I didn’t move.
“Because I have a dream. I want my job. Not to mention, I want a real proposal. With a ring and mini-speech.” She struggled for air, trying to push me off.
I sighed into Ahri’s hair. “Bullshit. I already did that twice. Why don’t you love me enough to marry me?” I whined like a spoiled child and rolled off.
My guilt trips never worked with Ahri. She was my stubborn little pain in the ass. I knew she loved me with all she had, but she wanted to get her job. She wanted it before she agreed to marry me, and I adored that. I loved that she had goals and dreams. I just wished they didn’t interfere with mine.
“I love you, and I’ll kill for you, Jack,” Ahri said, kissing my pouty lips.
“I know, but you’re killing me.”
Ahri winked and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I patted my body down with a towel and put on some cologne. I picked out a whole new outfit. Same shit. Black Italian clothes. Except now, I wore color…underneath. I had hot pink briefs and a pair of striped blue and yellow socks that Ahri picked out for me.
It made her happy, especially when we got home, and I stripped into my home clothes; briefs and socks. Lazily, I styled my hair back and checked myself out in the closet mirror. I winked at my reflection and clicked my teeth before I left. Ahri was still taking her mini-shower, and I didn’t rush her. We had time. I moved toward the foyer where I had all my things ready. My film camera, phone, and wallet.
My apartment looked like a haunted house. Halloween, my all-time favorite holiday, was only a week away. And I went all fucking out. I’m talking about the fake spider webs and bats on the ceiling and walls, robotic ghosts that wiggled and boo’ed, and animal and human skulls and skeletons around the house. And my favorite, the pop-up vampire that came out of his coffin.
It freaked out the Bayne twins when they came over. Savannah, or as I liked it call her now, Savvy, never got scared. She flinched the first time, but after that she walked past it with a smile on her face. Sebastian, Bash, on the other hand, cried and almost pissed his pants the first time the vampire popped out. After that, he didn’t get scared. He just tried to fight it by pushing and kicking it. When Bash thought he won the ‘fight,’ he joined his sister, pulling spider webs off the wall.
I was really into my holidays.
Although, in my mind, only two existed. Halloween and Christmas. Jack-o-lantern for Halloween. Jack Frost for Christmas.
I couldn’t wait to set up my winter wonderland. My place was going to make Santa’s workshop look like shit in comparison.
Sixteen-foot-tall tree in the entrance and smaller trees in each room. Fake snow all over the apartment while real snow coated Chicago. A train set with real smoke under the tree to play with. And the presents? Too many to count. It’ll look like I’m trying to protect the main Christmas tree with a fortress of gifts.
I’d never had a huge Christmas, but this year would be different.
When my apartment wasn't drenched in the holiday spirit. It was its standard black and white (until Ahri gave me what I wanted, and I would let her add some color). I added some more furniture and picture frames on the wall. Some from the past, Mama Baronski or Link, but most of Ahri and me.
I had our portraits above our bed. I was smiling, and Ahri was, well, not. Sexy resting bitch face all the way. I begged with all my heart to have a photo of her face (one where her eyes weren’t closed), and finally, she caved. She was getting better at being behind the camera, but she’ll forever be a little camera shy.
Ahri ran toward me dressed in a pair of light, ripped mom jeans that fit her better around the legs, and a plain baby blue shirt that fit tightly across her breasts. The real attention grabber to her outfit was the baggy windbreaker jacket. Straight out of the 80’s. Neon blue, pink, and purple. It would’ve blinded me if I saw it in direct sunlight. Luckily, it was eight at night which meant I could keep my eyesight.
“Let’s go!” Ahri said with a huge smile.
Fingers crossed that she gets the job, so I could finally marry her.