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My head falls back the instant I’m engulfed by the smooth, wet heat of her insides. “I can tell,” I grit out.
When we start moving, a guttural groan escapes her throat. Piper’s lips are on my neck while her nails dig into the leather on the back of my seat. “Oh yes.”
Tightly gripping her waist, I guide her body as she rolls back and forth. “God, Piper, ride my cock.”
Her hands aren’t bound with a belt or handcuffs, and they roam around my chest with excitement. I crumble under her frantic touch. Piper uses me for her own pleasure, riding my dick like that’s what it was made to do. She pivots her body the way she wants while I lean back, enjoying my role of supplying her with an orgasm. “I love being in control, but I also love it when your pussy takes what it needs.”
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers. I capture one of her breasts in my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue at first, then opening it wider, bringing the whole thing in. Her skin is smooth and tastes like heaven. “Goddamn, I’m going to come,” she squeaks as I feel her muscle tense on top of me.
Wanting my dick to be swallowed by her, I raise my hips from the seat. I immediately straighten, on the verge of exploding myself. Piper’s eyes close while her head tilts toward the ceiling. I can’t take mine off of watching her while she’s overcome with pleasure, demanding everything that I’m now spilling into her. Her pussy tightens around me, trapping me inside.
Once my legs stop shaking, Piper falls into me. “I can’t get enough of you,” she pinches out between labored breaths.
I laugh because I feel the same way about her. Wrapping my arms around her, she’s tight against my chest. Still straddling me, her body curls to one side. I still manage to stay nestled inside her. “My pants are ruined now.”
She lifts her head to bite my chin lightly. “Yes, they most definitely are.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Piper
WhenIpeelmyeyes open, I’m greeted with Jack caressing the side of my face—and a slight headache. I’m lying flat on my back, sprawled across his body, with both arms hanging over the side of the bed. A light sheet is pulled up only to my waist. The cool air pricks my nipples, reminding me that I’m still naked from last night.
“Good morning.” Jack twists his fingers in a strand of my strewn hair. “Have a little too much fun last night?”
“Mm-hmm.” I roll over, my bare breasts meeting the warmth of Jack’s hard chest. Wiggling my body into his, he brings both of his arms around me and clutches my hips, forcing me to straddle him.
“I had a wonderful time last night with you,” I purr, grinding against him slowly.
“You’re ready to go again?” His hand guides my waist, rocking me back and forth.
Pressing my palms flat on his pecs, I push myself into an upright position. “With you? Always.” The heavenly sensation of his heated length rubs against my clit. “Looks like you might be ready to go too,” I tease, arching my hips forward, easily sliding him in before he has a chance to answer.
“Damn,” he groans, dipping his head back. “You’re going to kill me.”
I lean forward, tucking into his chest, continuing to roll myself until I’ve taken in all of him. I bring my lips to his neck, trailing his delicious skin with wet kisses.
“Show me again how much your pussy needs me,” Jack’s voice is hoarse as he squeezes my ass.
Nibbling on his earlobe, I whisper, “It needs you to come for it.”
He swiftly responds by lifting to slam his lips into mine while simultaneously picking up his pace. Jack moves my body how he wants, directing it in motion with his—and I respond without a thought. I palm the sides of his face, holding his mouth to mine and lettinghimusemefor his pleasure. With a stroke of his tongue on mine, I groan into our connected lips. Jack’s movements become rougher when he begins climbing to his climax.
After a few more rolls of our hips in rhythm with one another, I feel his entire body come to a still underneath me. My stomach flutters with tiny butterflies, knowing he’s about to give me everything I now desperately crave.
“Grab the headboard,” he commands, trying to hold me in place.
I do as he says, reaching up to the top of the headboard with both hands, continuing to ride him.
“Fuck,” he cries out as he begins to unload. “You want it all, don’t you? My good girl.”
“Yes,” I moan, “I need it.”
With his muscles still twitching, he raises his arms and wipes the palms of his hands down his face. “I cannot stop fucking you.”
“You don’t have to.”
Jack shifts our bodies, so I gently fall to the side. His arms are still around me while he’s buried inside as we both lie facing each other on the bed.
