Chapter forty-one: You Are My Queen

Chapter forty-one: You Are My Queen

Jessica

Jeffrey's hands roamed my exposed butt cheeks and I felt his lips place a tender kiss to my right side. I didn't know how I felt being turned away from him but the thought of him doing doggy style was slowly creeping into my mind.

His hand was brought swiftly down on my skin, my mouth immediately parting with a gasp. He rubbed the now stinging area and I was sure there would be a hand mark there in a matter of minutes.

"Ready, Pumpkin?" He said and I looked over my shoulder at him unbuckling his pants, pulling them and his underwear down just to reveal his erected còck.

He grabbed my hips and hoisted them up, kneeling behind me and positioning himself at my entrance. I didn't have anything to grip on so I braced myself and nodded as he slowly pushed díck into me.

I let out a shaky breath, the same pressure forming in my groin but it felt different this time because he was behind me. I cringed as he pushed himself further and then slowly moved in and out. As his thrusts became rhythmic, I felt him grab me by the ponytail, pulling my head back as his other hand held onto my hip.

"How does it feel, baby girl?"

He breathed heavily and I closed my eyes with satisfaction as the slight pain became more pleasurable.

"You feel so good, daddy."

His hand left my hair, trailing down my back and then I felt another harsh lap come down on my left butt cheek, making me take in a sharp breath.

"Gosh, you are so fucking sexy?" He grunted as his thrusts quickened, the sound of our ragged breaths and his hips making smack against my ass filling the house.

I whined as I felt myself slowly reaching my climax, wanting to hold on as long as I could but Jeffrey pulled out, quickly flipping me over and lifting my legs up so he could push his díck back in. His lips hastily attached to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth to explore.

"Fúck baby, " he grunted as he pulled away.

He let his lips linger over mine for a moment, biting his bottom one as he scrunched his eyebrows together and his thrusts became sloppier. I felt my high coming even closer, my eyes rolling back as I moaned.

"Oh, d.. daddy, harder."

He gritted his teeth and grunted deep in his throat as he went harder, my hands going straight to his hair for something to grip. I parted my lips as I felt myself completely lose it and I cum all over him. He pulled out just as he let go himself, releasing onto my lower stomach. I sighed in relief and let my head fall back against the floor, shutting my eyes as I let my breathing return to normal. I felt his lips connected with my cheek and I fluttered my eyelids open to see him leaving gentle kisses on my skin.

I grabbed his face in my hands and looked him deep in the eyes and hesitantly, I let the words spill.

"I want to spend Christmas with you in Paris."

"You…what?" He was absolutely baffled by my words

I toyed with his necklace as it dangled in front of me, running my thumb over the cool silver before I repeated what I had said.

"I want to go to Paris with you, I don't want to spend Christmas without you." He sat me up, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You do?" I smiled and placed my hand on his cheeks and he leaned his face into my palm.

"Of course, I do. You idiot."

A small grin formed on his face and he leaned forward to press his lips against mine.

Later that night, we had a shower and found ourselves lounging on his bed and I hounded him with questions about everything if it all worked out for me to travel with him.

"Can I still get a flight ticket to travel with you?" I asked hesitantly and he gave me a baffled look and rolled his eyes.

"You don't need a ticket, you will ride in my jet." My eyes widened.

"Your jet?"

"Yes, I have a private jet."

"Are you fúcking kidding me?" He laughed and nodded as his cheeks turned a slightly shade of pink.

"Yes, I have my own. I don't use it much but when I need to get somewhere fast, that is when I use it. Instead of taking public transportation."

He was so fucking rich and it physically pained me to even lay here with him.

"I will feel like a damn queen on that thing."

His hand went to my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin gently.

"Because you are a queen indeed. You are my Queen." I smiled.

"Does that make you a jester?"

"Fúck off, Jessica." He chuckled, leaning away from me but I quickly pulled him back, connecting our lips and feeling his hand wrapped around my waist.

"I won't fúck off." I whispered, my index finger tapping his plump bottom lip.

"But I will fúck you."

He bit his lips as my hand reached down beneath the sheet, palming his clothed côck. He let out a quiet moan as his eyes stayed fixed on mine, his fingers digging into my hips and I felt him push himself into my hand, I smiled as his eyes fluttered shut and he relished in the moment.

"Does that feel good, daddy?" I asked softly and he opened his eyes, placing his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me more close.

"Everything you do to me feels so fúcking good, baby girl."

He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue swiping my bottom lips and slipping into my mouth. I moaned against his lips and tangled my legs with his. Finally, we stumbled into deep sleep, holding each other tightly.


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'Thanks for coming to Paris with me.' he said, reaching down to grab my hand and place our fingers together. I smiled up at him as we stood on the ice rink, holding onto the rail with our free hands and making sure we didn't topple over.

'l am happy I made the decision to come with you."

'I would have been way too lonely without you.'

'Which is why I wanted to ask you something.'

He smirked and let go of my hand as he knelt down into the ice. He pulled a small red box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal an enormous diamond ring.

"Jessica?" His voice felt distant.

"Jessica?" I felt my body waking up, the moment with Jeffrey disappeared before me. I felt someone's hands moving my body from side to side and my eyes fluttered open. Jeffrey was laying on his side facing me, his hair a curly mess and his eyes looking as if he had just woken up.

It was just a dream, I sighed mentally.

"Hey," his voice was raspy as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Umm, hi." I said, scrunching my eyebrows, focusing on him.

"Sorry for waking up." He said sheepishly and pushed his hair away from his face.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out for breakfast this morning." I nodded and smiled.

"Yes, that sounds lovely."

"Great, let's leave in about an hour. I need to get dressed and do some office work before we go." I nodded.

He kissed me on the cheek before rolling out of the bed and heading into his bathroom to brush his teeth.

I laid there for a few more seconds, rethinking my entire dream. Jeffrey had proposed to me over the Christmas holidays. A part of me was giddy thinking about how romantic it was and how I would love to spend the rest of my life with him. But the other part of me was terrified, I am only twenty and still in college with my whole life ahead of me. Was I even ready for that kind of commitment yet?

I eventually slipped out of the bed as I heard the toilet flush and went into the bathroom just as he was pulling his sweatpants back up. I grabbed my toothbrush as he tied the strings of his pants and gave me a quizzical look.

"You couldn't wait until I was done?" He laughed, I shrugged with an eye roll.

"What? We shower together so I can brush my teeth while you ease yourself." He pressed his lips together and then held his hand up in defense.

"Fair enough."

He walked past me and washed his hands and then left a kiss at my temple, leaving me in the bathroom to brush my teeth and then sweep my hair into a makeshift bun. I turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on my face to wake myself up a little more. Shortly, I left the bathroom, changed into my extra clothes and went downstairs to find Jeffrey dressed and sat in his study, flipping through a stack of paper and jotting down some foreign numbers.

The cap of his pen was between his teeth at the corner of his mouth, like he was in such a rush to start writing and he bit the cap off and went straight to work.