Page 51 of Jack

Jack keeps hammering into me, chasing his own climax, and helping me ride mine. Then he is there, falling over the cliff with me. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside of me sends a new wave of pleasure through me, making me cry out again.

My voice is going to be hoarse from all of the screaming, but I will take it.

My body suddenly feels like Jell-O, but I keep my grip on Jack, my thighs still holding onto his hips, my ankles hookedaround the backs of his thighs. My hands slowly trail up and over his sweaty back, making him shiver and pulling a smile from me.

His lips press against my neck, where he places lazy kisses, and everything clicks into place for me. I feel at home, I feel like myself. In a flash of emotion, I blurt out something that scares most men.

“I love you, Jack.”

His body tenses and my body feels like it has been filled with lead. I slowly lower my legs, and drag my arms down, ready to move him off of me when the rejection comes.

How could I have been so stupid to read all of this so wrong?

Tears fill my eyes and my heart aches, all the while seconds tick by and he still hasn’t moved. His now-soft dick is still inside of me. His hard tense body is still pressed against mine.

God, I feel so stupid. Typical me, always falling for the wrong men.

“Can you get off me, please?”

Jack’s body springs back and he looks down at me with a frown on his flushed face.

“You love me?” is all he says.

“Please move, Jack,” I say, looking away, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, look at me.” He leans to one side, using his hand to angle my face so he can see my eyes. I try to fight but he is stronger.

“Jack,” I whisper his name, a plea of sorts.

My tears fall, making a path down the sides of my face, seeping into the pillow beneath my head.

“I am not moving until you look at me.” His voice has a soft tone, almost like he is talking to a child who scares easily.

Breathing in deeply, I look at him and he smiles, his eyes sparkling with excitement, which is not something I expected to see.

“Say it again.” I frown at him, and he cocks an eyebrow at me in question as to why I am waiting to reply to him. “Tell me again.”

I know what he is asking for, and my heart is still beating hard against my ribcage as I pull in the strength to say those words again. Fear is real when you have faced so much heartache, and it puts the brakes on something joyous happening.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply again, before opening them and looking right at him.

“I love you, Jack.” Before he can say anything, I keep going, “You do not have to say it back. I know that this is new, and we are not really sure what we are to each other, but I cannot help how I feel.” I blurt it out, then try to move from under him but he drops his weight onto me more, to keep me from leaving him.

“We know what we are together, baby. You are mine; I am claiming you. Everyone knows that you are mine, you just need to get it into your pretty little head that I am here to stay, because I love you too, baby.”

My heart slams against my chest so hard I gasp, my breathing becomes hard, and I see Jack looking down at me with concern.

“Fuck. Shit, breathe, Lil. Breathe slowly for me, baby.” I do as he says, breathing in and out, and repeating it.

My heart calms, and my breathing goes back to normal. Jack leans down kissing me softly, lovingly.

Holy moly, Jack Masters loves me.

He freaking loves me. So why did he hesitate and tense up?

Jerking my head, dipping into my pillow, I glare at the man above me who made me think that he did not feel the same way about me.

“Why did you tense up and delay replying to me? That was a dick move, Jack.” I slap his bicep, making his grin widen and his eyes sparkle with delight.

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