Page 29 of Cupid's Beau

Pulls away.

A ragged groan claws its way up my throat, and the frustration is sharp.

He steps back. My knees give out. He catches me, and carries me to the bed.

Jack presses his face into my neck, his hot breath tickling the sweat-dampened skin. His erection is trapped between ourbodies, the head swollen and wet with pre-cum. I arch, trying to angle myself so he slips inside, but he won’t let me.

Fuck.

I can’t wait anymore.

I shove at him, and he rolls onto his back, chuckling.

Straddling his waist, I grab the base of his cock and line him up, hissing through clenched teeth as the thick, blunt tip stretches me.

He lets out a strangled sound and bucks.

I sink onto him.

We groan in unison.

My heart races, and a wave of emotion washes over me. It’s overwhelming and intense. Tears spring to my eyes, and I blink them back, overwhelmed by the realization that this isn’t just sex.

I’m falling for this complicated man.

He pulls me down, and I rest my cheek against his chest. The frantic pace of his heart thuds against my ear.

I raise my head, and his gaze locks with mine.

We stare at each other, not speaking, and something passes between us.

I lean down and brush a soft kiss across his lips, then start to move.

He matches my rhythm.

Our bodies rock together, finding a perfect rhythm.

His thumb strokes the nape of my neck.

The pressure builds, and our pace quickens.

My thighs shake.

I’m close.

So close.

“Don’t fucking stop.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise.”

“I promise, sweetheart.”

“If you do, I’ll—”

His hand covers my mouth.

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