Rock Hard: Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies Series by Jamie Knight (e reader comics .TXT) 📕

me. I’ll make sure she won’t ever come near you, Jonna— near us— that’s for sure.”

I looked to Stephanie, as I had since I was a little girl. She gave one quick nod, but that was enough for me.

“Will you still be mine?” Seth asked. “Not just, you know—”

He looked towards Stephanie and I nodded, as if to let him know it was okay to talk freely in front of her, so he continued.

“Not just as my pet,” he said. “But as my love, too. I want to claim you, body and soul, because you have claimed my heart.”

“Yes,” I said, trying not to cry. “Yes, I’ll be your love in addition to being your pet.”

“Good, because I have something else to ask you,” he said.

Even Stephanie let her mouth hang open in surprise as Seth got down on one knee, right there in front of the building, and pulled a small box from his pocket.

This time it was definitely ring-sized.

And then he opened it and a huge diamond sparkled up at me.

“Jonna Morris, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I answered, much more emphatically, the tears starting to flow.

I could hear Stephanie pull away as Seth got to his feet and kissed me tenderly, reminding me why I loved him. Not that I could ever forget.

“Shall we go up to my apartment and celebrate?” I asked, pulling my mask back into position.

“Lead the way.”

Holding his hand, fearing he might slip away— back into my dream— if I let go, we took the elevator up to my floor, leaving Seth’s motorcycle where it was parked. It wasn’t like they were checking, anyway. Everyone was inside because of the lockdown. And we would be too, in a few minutes.

Walking carefully down the hallway, so that no one would know we were out, neither of us really needing one of my nosy neighbors to place a call to the authorities about us, we made it safe and sound into my apartment.

I considered wine, even sitting on the couch and chatting more, though really, after two days of no contact, there was really one thing I was interested in doing with my recently reunited soulmate.

“Take me,” I told Seth, almost begging him.

My pussy was dripping wet and aching for his big cock to be inside it.

“Are you sure?”

He asked this as I was already topless and working on taking off my jeans.

Yeah, I was pretty fucking sure about feeling him inside me right about now.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, kicking my jeans, along with my panties away.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m so hard for you. My cock wants to plunge into your tight little pussy hole again, and I want to devour it, after running my hands up and down your gorgeous curves.”

I got the collar out of my purse and, stark naked, gave it to him to put back on me properly.

“You kept it,” he remarked, sounding surprised.

“Of course I did, master, because it was a gift from you. I didn’t feel right wearing it with you gone. Please, make me yours again.”

Taking me by the shoulders, Seth turned me away from him, so that I was facing in the other direction. He then stroked his hand lovingly down the length of my arm and took one of the hair elastics from around my wrist.

With gentle hands, and surprising skill, he put my hair up into an updo, giving him full access to my neck.

With the cool vinyl pressed against the front of my neck, Seth kissing my cheek over and over as fastened the tiny, silver buckle. I was marked as his once more.

My master scooped me into his arms, as he had done so often before, and carried me to the bed, setting me down near the edge. The warmth of his gentle hands gave me a tingle as he opened my legs.

“Fuck yeah, this is what I wanted,” he groaned. “This is what I didn’t want to give up.”

Seth took his time, kissing his way from my knee, all the way up my thigh, before finally ending up on my pussy. Nursing me tenderly before digging in with considerably more gusto, he started devouring my tender pussy until I was nearly screaming with pure pleasure, holding me by the wrists as I writhed. Then he slowed to a gentle lick on my vulva as I recovered after hitting my peak.

Adjusting his grip to one that was further up my arms, he pulled me down closer to the edge, until my ass was nearly hanging off of it, which was exactly where he wanted me. Meeting no resistance on my part, my master positioned my body just the way he liked.

My ankles were pressing down against his shoulders and my hands were braced over my head, giving him absolute control of the situation.  He began stroking the beautiful head of his cock against my sensitive pussy lips, just to make sure I was ready to receive, my master a good and gentle one.

“Does your pussy want my cock?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “It wants it so bad.”

He eased his way inside, my pussy adjusting as I got used to being filled up so completely. His was the only cock I ever wanted. I would be with him or no one, for the rest of my life. That was all there was to it. Fortunately, I had no intention of ever being away from him again.

With an impeccable sense of timing, my beautiful master worked me just right, fucking me slow when I needed it, and hard as soon as I could handle it. He was repaying my trust in him with wonderful sex, filling me with more joy than I’d ever imagined possible.

And he filled me with something else that was