Chapter 28 FAMILY NONSENSE
Chapter 28 FAMILY NONSENSE
Emery's POV
Smut🔞🔞 ahead, skip if uncomfortable
The Next Morning
I woke up that morning, my face pressed against a rock-hard chest. For a second, I just lay there, taking in the warmth, the heartbeat, the scent. This sexy man beside me Jayden was undeniably mine. Mine to touch. Mine to keep. Mine to love.
I knew he had been around the house yesterday while I was dealing with Monica and her family's nonsense. The thought that he'd go to any length for me, without hesitation, made my chest bloom with warmth.
Since my mother's death, I'd convinced myself love was a myth meant for others. My dad, Ethan, disappeared without a trace. Sure, he sent money and left me with an unlimited black card, but his absence still carved out a void. Maybe he loved me in his own distant way... but a part of me always wished he'd taken me along.
But none of that mattered now.
Because I had Jayden.
A mischievous grin tugged at my lips as I peeked under the blanket. What better way to start the day than by pleasing him? I slowly eased the covers down, slipping between his legs like a predator stalking her prey. His shorts slid off easily, and his cock sprang free hard, heavy, and already glistening with precum.
Mmm... salty.
I ran my tongue over the swollen tip, savoring the taste before swallowing him whole. One smooth, practiced motion. I've been training for this moment, working on my gag reflex with a dildo all week and trust me, Jayden is no average size.
Soft sucks. Gentle pressure. My tongue flattened against his tip as I bobbed my head, gradually picking up the pace. I could feel his eyes on me now. His body shifted, the blanket tossed away. And there he was watching me with half-lidded eyes, biting his lip, a deep groan rumbling from his throat.
"Oh... fuck. Just like that," he moaned, his voice thick with sleep and lust. "Suck harder. I know that pretty mouth can take more, baby."
I gagged a little as I pushed deeper, but it only seemed to turn him on more.
"You enjoying yourself, baby girl? You love having Daddy's cock in that sexy little mouth, don't you?" he growled, fisting my hair and thrusting into my throat like it belonged to him.
"Mmmff..." I whimpered, eyes watering, tears streaming as I choked on his length but I didn't stop.
"Fuck... baby, your expression alone's enough to make me cum. You look so fucking erotic. I swear, I'd kill any man before I let them see you like this. You're mine to love, to care for, to fuck. You hear me? Mine."
His voice had changed love dipped in possessive obsession and Gosh, it turned me on even more.
Even with my throat burning, I didn't want to stop. I pulled back slightly, gasping for air just long enough to whisper what I knew he needed to hear.
"Daddy, I belong to you and only you. You own me. I'm yours to love and fuck. Cum down my throat."
His groan was guttural.
"Fuck... you're taking me so well. Such a good girl..."
His grip on my hair tightened, his moans louder, rougher. I braced myself.
"Oh fuck......shit....swallow all my cum, baby," he growled as he came hard down my throat.
I obeyed, swallowing every drop greedily, then gave him one long suck for good measure before pulling away with a sinful pop.
I crawled up his chest, peppering kisses along the way, and leaned down to peck his lips. Just as I was about to roll off him, his arms wrapped around me, dragging me back for a long, wet kiss.
"We have work to do, hubby," I reminded him with a smile.
"Nooo... Let's skip," he pouted like a kid denied candy.
I laughed. "For a CEO, you sure are a big baby."
"One who wants to stay in bed with his sexy wife all day," he muttered, nuzzling into my neck.
With a final kiss, I wriggled free and headed to the bathroom, knowing he'd follow.
And he did.
Our morning shower was anything but innocent. Every chance I got, I shook my ass, posed seductively, and made sure Jayden saw everything. His cock was practically saluting me by the time we stepped out, ready for round two.
I wrapped myself in a bathrobe, stepped out of the steamy bathroom, and made my way into the closet. What should I wear today? My fingers trailed along the racks before settling on a deep green dress. I paired it with sleek boots, emerald earrings, and a matching necklace. Once I was dressed, I returned to the bedroom only to pause in my tracks.
There he was.
Jayden stood by the dresser, a towel hanging low on his hips, his happy trail teasing my sanity. My eyes lingered a bit longer than necessary.
"Don't tell me you're wearing that to work, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and dark.
I probably should've reassured him. I should've said no. But when have I ever played it safe?
"Of course, darling," I purred, strutting toward him. "You know how sexy I am, I have to keep up appearances. Unless... you'd prefer to lock me up? Then I'd be all yours."
Before I could blink, he yanked me close, sinking his teeth into my neck not gently.
I gasped.
His grip tightened around my waist, and his kiss swallowed me whole dominant, intense, and hungry. I was sure I'd pass out from the lack of oxygen before he finally pulled away, biting my lip on the way out.
"I will keep you in a cage. So don't worry," he whispered against my skin, then kissed my forehead like he hadn't just stolen my soul.
"Goodbye," I murmured, hugging him. As I turned to leave, a loud smack landed on my ass.
Typical Jayden.
Rolling my eyes, I made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a yogurt from the fridge breakfast on the go. In the garage, I headed for one of the cars, only to find Caspar already waiting behind the wheel.
"Hello," I greeted as I slid into the passenger seat.
He simply nodded.
Of course, Caspar wasn't much of a talker. I popped the lid off the yogurt and scrolled through my phone while eating. Then, a familiar name caught my eye.
Astrid.
There she was on my Instagram feed, flashing a ring she claimed Diego had bought her. The comments section was blowing up with praise like she was the Virgin Mary reborn.
Please.
This girl had been sleeping with Director Kingston for months. If anyone deserved the title of president of TWA. You know what that means, The Whore Association, it was Astrid. Fitting, right?
I rolled my eyes and glanced out the window. We had arrived at Diego's company.
Time to put on a show.
I stepped out of the car, slid on my sunglasses, and walked confidently toward the entrance. The moment I stepped inside, the whispers began.
"Wow. The nerve of this girl to strut in here like a princess, when she's just warming some sugar daddy's bed," Grace hissed.
"Oh my gosh, really? Someone's keeping her?" Lena added with a sneer, looking me up and down like I was trash she couldn't wait to sweep away.
Too bad for them I was fireproof.