Jaxon Voxx
I looked at her with a smirk.
"Okay, I'm not done yet. Relax. I'm here to make you cum and watch you do so."
"Don't you want to reach orgasm again?" I asked teasingly.
She nodded frantically.
"I want you," she said breathlessly.
"I'm here," I replied, lightly tracing circles on her exposed pussy.
She was now seated on the dining table, her breasts dangling and her legs spread apart, giving me a view that made my cock twitch.
"Oh shit, Jaxon," she moaned as I continued circling her clit.
"I want you buried deep inside me. Please, Jaxon," she pleaded, eyes wide with desire.
"What do you want buried inside you?" I asked with authority, sliding one of my fingers into her.
"Umm... ahhh... fuck, Jaxon," she moaned.
"Please, I... I want that," she whimpered, pointing at my hard cock hanging outside my trousers, her cheeks flushed.
"Well, my fake fiancée, you don't just get that. You have to earn it," I replied while fingering her. This time, I added another finger.
She jerked and arched up, trying to match my pace.
"How do I earn it?" she asked between moans, reaching for my cock.
I slapped her hand away. She hissed, her body slick with sweat, head thrown back in reckless abandon.
"Jaxon, please, I'm about to cum."
"Hold it. Don't cum yet," I commanded. I took her hand and guided one of her fingers to her dripping pussy.
Her finger slid in alongside mine, making her moan louder. Her free hand gently teased her nipples. I leaned in, brought her hand down, and took her left nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and grazing it with my teeth.
"Fuck... shit... ahhhh... oh my God, this is so good," she cried out.
"You love this, huh?" I said, glancing up at her.
She nodded frantically.
"Talk," I ordered.
"Oh yes, Jaxon, I love this. I fucking love this and I don't want us to stop."
I pulled my fingers out and told her to finger herself. She didn't wait. She slid two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them in and out as her head fell back in ecstasy. I slapped her breasts, earning a loud moan.
I watched in awe. Damn, she was good at this. Eyes closed, head tilted back, two fingers deep in her pussy, legs wide open, her bare breasts bouncing, and sweat-soaked hair clinging to her flushed face.
"Fuck, Jaxon, please, I want to cum," she begged.
I slammed my finger back inside her. She winced at first, but the pain quickly melted into pleasure. She moaned loudly. I kissed her roughly, our tongues battling while both our fingers worked her over.
I felt her pussy clench around our fingers, and then she shattered, her orgasm crashing through her. She came all over our hands. I withdrew my fingers and gave her a taste. With her fingers still buried inside, I pulled them out and licked them clean.
Astrid blushed and looked away.
I picked her up and took her to her room, then headed to mine.
It was evening, and I sat in the study dressed casually in a black top and shorts. Since this morning's incident with Astrid, I hadn't stepped outside. I'd been stuck indoors.
Luca sat across from me, talking, but honestly, I wasn't catching a word.
I remembered how I met Luca. His father was a gardener at the Lupino family mansion, and Luca always tagged along. From there, we built a strong bond. He'd been with me through everything. Luca was more of a brother to me than Rafael.
"Hello, are you listening?" Luca asked with a frown.
"What were you saying again?" I asked, clearly distracted.
"Really?" he sighed, looking stressed.
"Yup," I responded with a smirk.
"I said Rafael has been sneaky. He was at the Ramona estates yesterday and has been moving with Shumel," Luca explained while I nodded.
"What do you propose?" I asked.
"Shouldn't we make preparations?" Luca suggested.
"Has any of the drugs been tampered with?" I asked.
"No," he replied.
"Then let Rafael and his cock-sucking crew do whatever they want. We only interfere if they mess with the shipments or drug flow," I said.
"Alright," he replied.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Yes. Grandpa wants to see you at the Lupino estate in Ashwood tonight," Luca added, standing up to leave.
"What's happening with you and Freya? Just fucking or something more?" I asked.
He turned, looking confused.
"Just fucking. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Good," I said, and he walked out.
I wondered why Grandpa wanted to see me.
Dinner was wonderful. I ate to my fill. One thing Madam Pat never failed at was delivering in the kitchen. Astrid wasn't at the table—probably exhausted.
As I stepped outside, I caught Luca shamelessly kissing Freya and grabbing her ass.
"Ahem," I coughed.
Luca turned, didn't say a word, and got into the driver's seat. I hopped in, and we drove out of the penthouse.
The drive to Ashwood was long and exhausting. Two hours later, we arrived. Luca and I headed inside.
Ashwood, a city straight out of a children's fairytale, is a hidden haven for wolves. It's invisible to the human eye and remains a legend to most, except for Luca.
Grandpa was seated on the couch and looked painfully old. Just then, Rafael walked in with a smug expression. I shot him a glare before sitting down.
Rafael sat opposite me, and then Grandpa began to speak.
"I know I'm going to die soon. Jaxon, your wedding is scheduled for next week. I want to see you married before I die."
He paused, his eyes scanning our faces, trying to gauge if we were even listening.