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I pulled myself out of her quivering pussy and pulled the condom off. I stared down at her on the sand. She looked well fucked.

Good.

She was about to get round two.

I lay down and pulled her against my side, kissing her hair. She smelled so fucking good. I squeezed her, pressing her tits harder against me.

“I want you to go on the pill.”

She nodded, snuggling against my chest.

“Call the doctor tomorrow.”

“Alright Jace.”

“Good girl.”

Then I rolled on top of her and started again.

Frannie

Jace was on top of me, his hips circling as he fucked me for the third time. The first two times were a blur. But this time, I was starting to get the hang of it.

I kept waiting for him to talk, to say something.

But he was showing no signs of wanting to do anything but make love to me.

He was really fucking good at it too.

I moaned, biting my lip. I was going to climax again. I couldn’t really believe this was happening.

He stopped above me.

“Fuck.”

I stared up at him, his face tense with the strain of holding back.

“What is it?”

“Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head. He wasn’t. I was just a little bit sore. Besides, what he was doing to me felt so good. I definitely did not want him to stop now.

“Don’t stop.”

He groaned and started plunging in and out of me. I could feel his taut hips flexing underneath my hands. The tempo changed and the incredible feeling of his cock pulsing sent me right back into another orgasm.

“Oh God!”

Above me his body shuddered as he thrust wildly into me. I loved that he lost control like that with me. As far as I could tell, Jace was always in control.
 

Just not… during sex.

As we finally stilled I realized I was not only cold, but there was sand in my butt crack.

A lot of sand.

“Jace?”

“Uh huh.”

“Can you take me home?”

He kissed me softly.

“Yeah.”

We walked back to the parking lot side by side. Not talking. We didn’t need to.

“Where am I going?”

“We better crash at my parents house, I guess. Plus I need to pick up my car.”

He looked at me, shaking his head.

“That car is not going anywhere.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s going to the junk yard. I’ll take care of it.”

“But I need a car!”

“I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”

I could not believe he was being so heavy handed. In bed was one thing, but he was being way too bossy!

I had to put my foot down.

“I like that car!”

He stood closer to me, his eyes hard.

“Do you want another spanking?”

“That’s not funny Jace.”

“I’m not being funny.”

He gripped my chin, lifting it.

“You’re mine. And I’ll be damned if I let you put your life at risk.”

My mouth opened, surprised at the vehemence in his voice.

“Do you hear me? You belong to me.”

I nodded shakily.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

He let go of my chin, opening the car door for me.

“Good.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jace

I couldn’t believe that Frannie had grown up in this place. She was so sweet and unassuming. You would never know that she’d grown up in this… mausoleum.

It was late when we got in so I hadn’t really noticed much, other than it was huge. But by day the place looked like a movie set.

A movie about rich assholes.

I had read her right at first after all.

Then why was she living in that crap part of town and driving that piece of shit? Why the scuffed shoes and boxed lunches?

I frowned, remembering something she’d said from that first night.

Something about not wanting to be home a lot.

Even now, eating breakfast in the dining room, she looked uncomfortable.

I wasn’t used to being waited on myself. By a maid in a starched uniform no less.

But the eggs she served me were delicious. Bacon too.

Frannie was eating some sort of granola stuff with fruit and almond milk. It looked dry as fuck but she seemed to love it. And the way she hugged the maid this morning made me realize that this was her family.

The staff.

When I asked about her parents she just shrugged.

“They are probably in Switzerland. They have a place there.”

“Another house?”

She looked at me, seeming embarrassed.

“They have… a few places. Everywhere they do business actually.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Where?”

“Shanghai. New York. London.”

“Jesus.”

I watched her eat for a minute, things finally clicking into place.

“So they were there and you were…”

“Here.”

I took a sip of the freshly squeezed orange. Looking at her. This brave beautiful girl who had never known love.

My heart felt like it cracked open a little.

Frannie had no idea how she was making me feel. She just smiled at me shyly and went back to eating her twigs and berries. I shook my head.

I didn’t understand vegetarians until now.

But with her, it made sense.

Her heart was just too big to want to hurt anything else. Even a chicken.

We finished eating and she stood up.

“I want to show you something.”

I followed her into the backyard towards an ornate glass structure.

“What is it?”

She turned to me, her face looking happy for the first time since we’d come here.

“My greenhouse.”

Frannie

I stared around my greenhouse, looking to see what was thriving and what was merely surviving. The gardener had done his best to take care of my plants but they weren’t flourishing like they used to. But still, they were alive.

My ancient arm chair was still in the corner. I’d come out here to read and do my homework. Surrounded by my little green friends.

“This was always my favorite place.”

I looked at Jace. His nose was wrinkled.

“What’s that smell?”

I laughed.

“I think Chris just put compost in.”

“Chris?”

I felt a little thrill go through me. Jace looked jealous. This gorgeous man was actually jealous of me.

“He’s the gardener.”

He scowled.

“He’s almost seventy years old.”

Jace’s face relaxed slightly.

“Oh.”

“Here, I’ll let some air in.”

I lifted the pole that opened the panes of glass at the very top of the structure, letting fresh air circulate in the room. I loved the smells in here though. I turned around to tell Jace and stopped in my tracks.

The way he was looking at me was…

Unbelievable.

He was seeing me. Really seeing me. His heart was in his eyes.

He stepped closer to me and I inhaled deeply. I must have been holding my breath without realizing it. He smiled at me, brushing my hair away from my face.

“I want you.”

I swallowed.

“Oh.”

He stepped closer and I could feel his cock pressing into me. He meant… he wanted to… My eyes flew to his face.

“What, right now?”

He nodded slowly. I looked around. No one was working outside today. Nobody could see us, despite all the glass.

My skin felt like it was tingling, making me break out in goosebumps everywhere.

And he hadn’t even touched me yet.

“Okay.”

He smiled at me then. Kind of like he found me amusing.

“I wasn’t asking permission. I was telling you.”

Dear lord. The things he made me feel… it was almost like I didn’t have a choice.

I wanted him though. More than I would have thought possible.

His hands slid up my arms and down my back. He grabbed the edges of my sweater and yanked it over my head. I gasped, the cool air touching my skin. He smiled at me smugly and lowered his head to my neck. His hands grasped my ass and lifted me, forcing my thighs open.

He kissed me then, guiding my legs around him.

Was he trying to do this standing up???

“Pants off. Now.”

I didn’t know why I obeyed him so quickly. I couldn’t have explained it. Maybe it was his voice. Maybe it was just him.

I didn’t really have a choice though.

Quickly I peeled my jeans off and stood in front of him in my bra and panties. He was undoing his pants, pulling his cock out. I saw it in the daylight for the first time.

It was huge. Smooth with a couple of thick veins twisting to the tip. The shiny, pink tip.

I licked my lips. It looked… beautiful.

He growled at me.

“Give me your panties.”

I shimmied them down and handed them to him. My jaw dropped as he shoved them in his pocket. He wasn’t going to give them back?

He spun me around and pushed me forward. My hands found the edge of one of the planting beds. With fragrant flowers all around me, I waited, listening to him open a condom wrapper.

“I told you to call the doctor. You are going to do that today.”

“Oh-okay.”

I was breathless as I felt him push his cock inside me. We both groaned at the contact. I was a little bit sore but I didn’t want him to stop.

I never wanted him to stop.

He gripped my hips and started to thrust in a sharp, hard motion. Again and again he pounded himself into me. He was grunting rhythmical. In the reflection of the glass I could see his face. He was staring down at me with a look of lust and something else.

He looked totally possessive.

He kept saying that I was his.

Obviously, he meant it.

I whimpered as he reached down, one hand finding my clit. He rubbed it gently as he slammed into me with his cock. He was gentle and hard at the same time.

That’s what he was like I realized.

He was gentle. And hard. There was no one like him in the world.

And he wanted me.

I felt myself starting to shake as a monumental orgasm approached.

“Jace!”

He grunted, his cock starting to swell inside me.

I felt my back arch as my climax tore through me. Behind me he was losing his tempo, driving into me harder and faster. His hands clenched on my hips as his cock lurched, making me cum even harder.

He bent over me, his forehead on my back. We stayed like that for a while. He pressed soft kisses into my bare skin. Then he pulled out of me and helped me get dressed.

“We are going to have to do this in a bed eventually you know.”

I laughed. He was so funny, so matter of fact. I didn’t think I’d ever met anybody more direct in my life.

“That sounds nice.”

“Nice?”

He growled, pinning me against the planter.

“I will show you nice.”

Then he kissed me. Hard.

His phone went off and he sighed, pulling it out to glance at it.

“I’m supposed to race tomorrow night. We have to get back.”

I nodded.

“I just need to say bye to Gran.”

He smiled and put his arm around me.

“Let’s go.”

Chapter Fifteen

Jace

The highway was mostly empty as I drove Frannie back South. She was dozing in the passenger seat, covered by my leather jacket. I wasn’t going to lie. I liked the look of it on her.

It would look even better if she wasn’t wearing anything else.

I felt my dick twitch in my pants.

Down boy.

I was pretty sure she’d had enough. I couldn’t possibly fuck her as much as I wanted to. She was still new at it, and I’m sure her pretty little pussy was getting sore.

I could wait.

But that didn’t mean I had to like it.

I pressed down on my cock, telling myself to chill out. I had shit to do. The race tomorrow night for one thing. It was my first time on a real track. Flannery was beside himself that I wouldn’t be back in time.

But I wanted to drive my car. It was time.

Mariah.

I had a lot to do to get her ready. But there was something else I wanted to do too. I drove Frannie home just as it was getting dark.

She woke up when the car stopped, her big eyes blinking at me shyly.

The damn girl was like a cartoon character. Cute, sweet and sexy as hell.

I reached out and pulled her into my arms.

“Are we home?”

I nodded.

“For now.”

She blinked again. Clearly she didn’t get what I was hinting at. It didn’t matter. I’d show her soon enough.

I brushed her hair out of her face.

“How do you feel? Sore?”

She blushed, looking away and nodding.

“Yes, a little.”

I smiled and kissed her temple… then her ear… then her neck. I was instantly hard, just from kissing her. I wondered if my cock would ever learn discipline around her.

I kind of doubted it.

“I’ll pick you up around lunch tomorrow. There’s something I want to show you.”

She smiled at me sweetly. She was so shy.

I realized how much I liked that about her.

“Alright.”

I kissed her again, long and slow and deep. Then I walked her to her front door. I leaned against the building, watching as she unlocked the front door.
 

“Do you need anything? Food?”

“No, I have some stuff.”

“Do you need to go out tomorrow morning?”

“No.”

“Good.”

I grabbed her one more time, taking what I wanted. Well, part of what I wanted anyway. What I really wanted was to take her upstairs and keep her up all night riding my cock.

But I had shit to do, and she was tired. I ran my knuckles over her cheek and smiled at her.

“Sleep well.”

Frannie

The sun was bright overhead by the time I opened my eyes. I glanced at the clock. 9 am. I must have been more tired than I’d thought.

Besides, Jace had told me to rest.

I blushed.

Not told. He’d commanded me.

I stretched and pulled out my phone. I’d already gotten a text.

Good morning sweetheart. Pick you up at 12.

Sweetheart. He’d called me sweetheart.