Page 46 of Jacqueline's Quest

She stilled. Her inner muscles twitched and rippled around him and it felt like heaven and hell. He wanted to give in to his baser need and fill her up with his cum. "Are you telling me what to do now?"

“Never in my wildest dreams,” he said. “I can see how hard your nipples are through the lace of your bra and I thought you’d like it if I help out a bit.”

She began to ride him again while unhooking her bra. When her breasts were released from the offending material, he sucked in a breath. She was beautiful. Her nipples were a dark brown and so fucking stiff the area around her nipple had puckered. They pointed straight at him and he wanted to get his mouth on them. Now. As if reading his mind, Jaqueline pressed his face to her chest. Murray groaned. He inhaled her floral perfume while placing kisses across her flesh and, when he drew her nipple into his mouth, the cry she let loose with, caused him to flex deep within her.

He took over, fucking her as best he could while on the bottom. She matched him thrust for thrust. He alternated between each nipple, sucking as much of her tits into his mouth as he could before letting go of one to then do the same with the other. The sounds coming from her turned him on and he knew he had to be careful or else.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Get your silky pussy off of my dick. Cover me in your juice, make it run down my balls. Fuck...”

She screamed his name, drawing her fingers through his hair and clung to him. Her nails scored his scalp and the tingles of bliss spread through him. “So close.”

“I can feel it,” he said, burying his face in her neck. “You’re milking my dick, Jaqueline.I need to pull out soon.”

“Not yet.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close while she fucked him in hard short thrusts.

He could feel his release building the tingle in the base of his spine grew bigger by the second. He wasn’t going to last it was too good. Too hot. Too much. “Jaqueline. I’m gonna come. I need to pull out.”

“I was wrong,” she sobbed shuddering above him. “Stay with me, in me.”

“Are you sure?” Even though she was protected, it was still a dangerous game they played.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Fuck. Get me there with you, Jaqueline. Make me come.”

She removed his hands from the headboard and placed them on her hips. He dug his fingers into the supple flesh and rocked her over him harder and faster until she was screaming. The unholy sound that left him would have been embarrassing if it hadn't felt so fucking good. For a spilt second, he thought his climax left him blind from the force of it. He ground his hips against hers while he filled her, setting off a second orgasm for her.

He shook in her arms as they came down from their releases. Nothing had ever felt so right, even if he didn’t understand it. Murray pressed her head to his shoulder as he held her in his arms. As much as he needed her comfort, he realized she’d need his too. Her soft breath fanned across his collar bone and he shuddered. “Are you okay?”

“I think that’s my line,” she murmured with a small chuckle.

The action squeezed her muscles around him, and he cursed. “I think I died.”

“Mmm.” She sighed. “Me too.”

“I don’t want to pull out,” he said.

“I don’t want you to either.” She stared up at him unguarded with her emotions. Arousal still swirled in her eyes, love—maybe, admiration for sure, acceptance.

“When you stare at me like you are, I feel unworthy and full of pride and honor. You’re an amazing woman, Jaqueline Herrera.” He traced his fingertip down her cheek to her chin before lifting it so he could kiss her. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Again, I think you’re saying my line,” she teased before kissing him back. “I feel the same way.”

He snuggled her close to him and exhaled. “Do you think they heard us?”

“Probably,” she said. “You’re pretty loud.”

He laughed and felt himself slip from her. “I think the same could be said about you.”

She laughed. “Of course. Have you seen the size of your dick, it’s a monster.”

He chuckled. “Hence the name Kracken. I think I’ll call your pussy cherry from now on too.”

“Cherry?” She arched a brow.

“Do you prefer grape?”

She swatted at him playfully. “Cochino.”

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