Page 37 of Jackal

Fucking hell. Why was this so hot? My brain was completely clouded by the intense pressure between my thighs. In the back of my mind, my rational brain was trying to tell me something, but surely it wasn’t that important if I couldn’t figure it out.

His strong hands were at my hips, but all the blood in my body was rushing down and I was lightheaded. Wobbling a little, I gripped his shoulders, then squeezed. “These are so nice.”

“I got you, Lil Bird.”

Leaning down, he pressed his lips hard against mine. One arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand flattened on my back. The other thrusted into my hair, tipping my head back, giving his tongue deeper access inside. He moaned as he took possession of my mouth and wetness flooded my panties.

A few whistles came from the garage area, but instead of pulling away, he pulled me closer, dizzying me with his talentedtongue.

I would probably have let him rip my clothes off there in the courtyard and do what he wanted, but he finally pulled away. “Let’s go inside.”

“I just need a minute.” I couldn’t walk. I almost couldn’t talk. Seriously, he was good at all the things.

Drawing in a deep breath, I started to get my bearings, but I yelped as my feet left the ground. He hoisted my legs around his waist. “I got you, Lil Bird.”

“You don’t always have to make a show of moving me from point A to point B, you know,” I said, all the while trying to stifle a silly grin.Why did I like this?

He didn’t answer me, instead he just smirked as he walked us to the door. Once back inside, there were a few whistles and some chatter, but nothing too obnoxious. Probably since it was the middle of the day.

I was impressed by his stamina. By no means was I ashamed of my thicker frame and extra curves, but I wasn’t a small person. Still, he carried me around like I was as light as a feather, and something about that was sexy as hell. I was always just a little taller than the other girls, a few sizes bigger than the other girls, even had bigger feet than most other girls. But next to him I was like a teeny tiny nugget of a woman and he acted like he could just throw me around. Well, it wasn’t an act; he already proved he could do just that.

The only time he seemed at all inconvenienced was when he was opening the door to the hall, then the door to his room. The whole way there, I stared at him like a psycho. But he was glorious to look at.

The hard planes of his face were sculpted so perfectly. He had a few fine lines around his eyes, but overall he didn’t really look his age. Lots of men had a little grey early, but it was always sexy. He had a slight dusting just at his temples and in his short,scruffy beard. His nearly black eyes were like the deepest part of the ocean that I could jump into and get lost in forever. His mouth looked hard and tough, but his lips were actually quite soft yet still powerful.

“What is it, Lil Bird?” he asked as he made it inside his room.

“I just like looking at you.”

A low rumble came from his chest as he placed me on the bed. He pulled his cut off and hung it up, then promptly pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Here’s a little more to look at.”

Eager to get moving since my pussy had its own pulse, I yanked my shirt over my head and worked my shoes off. Then I quickly shimmied out of my jeans, tossing them to the floor.

His eyes roamed over me, heating my skin everywhere they touched. The way he stood and stared made me squirm. “Well...”

“I like looking at you, too. Do you trust me?” he asked.

Intrigued, I answered, “Yes,” then bit my lip.

He tugged my panties down, then ran his hands up my thighs, then up my belly before pulling the cups of my bra down to expose my taut nipples. I gasped as he sucked one into his mouth, and his fingers got dangerously close to my clit, but not quite there.

I wiggled, seeking his touch, but he moved away, then before I knew it, I was face down on the bed with a yelp. “Well, hello,” I joked.

His strong hands grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up and positioning me on my knees. His hands made soft circles over the cheeks of my ass, and I rolled my hips, desperate for more. “Jackal,” I said on a moan.

Then,smack.

“Hey,” I said as I winced from the sting. That was much harder than before.

He gently rubbed the spot he swatted, then promptly smacked it again in the exact same spot.

I flipped my head around to look back at him. “That stings,” I pouted.

He leaned over my back, ass still in the air presenting like a wolf in heat for him. “Maybe a few more times and you’ll know how much your words stung the other day. Face down.”

“Wait, wh–”

Smack.

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