Page 22 of Cupid's Beau

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He presses a kiss to my inner thigh and stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Eyes wild, hair all over the place. His barrel chest rising and falling heavily. The way he’s looking at me right now, the possessiveness in his eyes sends a shiver through me. He’s so fucking hot, so big. Piles of muscles, dark chest hair. All man.

He kicks off his jeans and joins me on the bed.

“I want to feel you,” I whisper.

He’s rock-hard, his cock thick and heavy. He takes himself in hand, pumping his length.

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

It’s a heady feeling, watching him. His abs ripple, and his head falls back.

“Wait,” I say.

His eyes meet mine.

“Let me.”

I take him in my hand, marveling at how silky and soft his burning hot skin is.

“Fuck, Neneh,” he groans, his eyes sliding shut.

He’s a fucking sight, all strong lines and thick muscle, spread out for me. I stroke him, experimenting with pressure and pace.

“That’s it,” he moans, thrusting into my hand. “Just like that.”

Watching him, the pleasure all over his face, is a fucking turn-on. Knowing that I can bring him so much pleasure.

“Stop,” Jack says suddenly, gripping my wrist.

Then his hand is between my legs, teasing and stroking.

“Jack-”

“Shh, baby. I know what you need.”

Two fingers plunge inside, stretching me, and my back bows.

“Oh, God.”

“You’re so tight, baby,” he says.

I can only whimper in response.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

He removes his hand and guides me on my side, facing him. Then he rolls, positioning himself behind me. One muscled arm comes around my waist, drawing me against his chest.

“Okay?”

“Perfect.”

He lifts my leg and hooks it over his hip, opening me to him. Then his cock is there, pushing against my entrance.

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