Astrid Wilder
After talking with Grandpa, his driver came and drove him back to the estate. I stood there, waving goodbye, when Jaxon and the squad stepped out.
"Congratulations"madam Pat said with a warm smile.
"Thank you," I replied, still in disbelief.
I couldn't believe I was married to Jaxon. I knew it was fake, yet it felt so real.
Madam Pat and Victor left, followed by Freya and Luca. The way Luca kept staring at her , I almost felt sorry for her pussy.
"Congratulations on becoming head of the empire," Rafael said cockily. "Watch out."
He turned and walked off to his car, driving away like some mysterious villain.
Jaxon looked completely uninterested in him. What the hell was wrong with this man?
Now it was just the two of us.
He grabbed my hand and led me to his Rolls-Royce. We drove off until we arrived at a luxurious five-star hotel. The name on the building read Voxx Hotel. Of course ,it was his.
"What are we doing here, Jaxon?" I asked, still seated inside the car.
"It's our wedding night. And our honeymoon," he answered smoothly.
"There's no need for a wedding night or honeymoon. Did you forget this is fake?" I said, trying to sound uninterested.
He smirked. "You keep acting like you don't want this, Astrid. But the funny part is ,you're a terrible liar."
He got out, came around, opened my door, and lifted me into his arms. We headed to the elevator in the private garage. I guess entering through the back made sense,it was his hotel after all.
He pressed the button for the fifth floor.
When we got there, we walked into Room 3. He set me down gently.
"Do you want anything to eat?" he asked while unbuttoning his suit jacket.
Shit. Those abs. I inhaled sharply, trying not to embarrass myself.
"No, I'm fine," I said.
"Wanna swim?"
"No. I don't want to go downstairs just to swim."
Was he trying to seduce me? And to think I followed him here like a fool.
"I'll take you down," he said casually.
"No, thank you."
I looked up and saw him unfastening his pants.
"Um... what are you doing?" I asked nervously.
God, I hoped he wasn't planning anything wild. He didn't answer,just disappeared into the bathroom.
I started undressing, down to my skintight panties and bra, only to turn and see Jaxon standing there, watching me.
"Jaxon! What the hell? Close your eyes!" I said, using my hands to cover my chest.
He smiled. "Don't do that, Astrid. Let me see those beautiful breasts. Besides, it's not the first time I've seen them."
I blushed, completely betrayed by my own body. My panties were already wet from nothing but his stare.
Why was I so damn responsive to him?
He walked toward me, a towel wrapped around his waist. He gently removed my hands from my chest. I let him. I didn't even resist.
He lifted me and carried me to the bed, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss. I kissed him back until I had to push him off.
"I can't breathe, Jaxon," I gasped.
He chuckled and kissed my earlobe, then trailed kisses from there down to my collarbone, making me moan. He moved further down, kissing the valley between my breasts, then my stomach.
He raised his head to look at me before sliding his hand under my bra, pinching my already hard nipple.
"Jaxon, stop," I moaned.
He pinched again.
"I said stop—ahh—no, I mean, continue…"
He chuckled, unclasped my bra, and my breasts spilled free. He captured my right nipple with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, while his hand fondled and pinched the left one.
I moaned softly, arching into him. I should have stopped him, but God, it felt so good. My body refused to reject him.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt his breath near my wet heat.
"Jaxon… what are you doing to me?" I whispered.
He kissed my left thigh, his hand still on my breast, then moved to my right thigh. With a firm grip, he spread my legs wide.
I helped him slide my panties off, and the look on his face made me moan.
"You're dripping, my love," he said, his voice thick with hunger. "I love how your body responds to me."
Then he lowered his face and sucked my clit. I let out a loud moan.
"Mmm... fuck, Jaxon..."
I arched upward, slamming my pussy into his mouth. He didn't stop. He licked and sucked like his life depended on it.
My head fell back, eyes rolling. I was a mess beneath him. My hand gripped his hair, urging him on.
"Jaxon… I'm about to cum..." I panted.
He ignored me, kept going.
I came hard on his face, trembling, moaning. He licked me clean and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
As we kissed, he slid two fingers inside me, drawing another moan from my lips.
I reached down and grabbed his bulge. He growled, deep and low.
Finally. He didn't push me away like last time.
I loosened the towel wrapped around his waist, desperate to see him fully.
The towel fell and my eyes widened in shock.
It wasn't the first time I'd seen his cock, but why did it look bigger? Harder?
Thick, veiny, and crowned with a flushed pink tip.
I gulped. My face flushed.
"Do you want to touch it?" he asked, his voice husky.
I nodded.
"Then touch it," he growled.
I moaned in response, his fingers were still deep in my honey pot.
Jaxon took my hand and guided it to his cock.
I touched it, and fuck, it felt hot, heavy, alive in my palm.