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Her hand still rests between us, her finger circling her clit as I attempt to work myself in deeper.
“Tell me your mine and spread your thighs a little wider.” I press them as wide as they go and push into her deeper, but there’s still resistance. Resistance that wakes every archaic bone in my body. Resistance that dares me to get closer.
Chapter Nine
Kera
We could’ve gotten a room, could’ve stopped for condoms, could’ve waited until the moment was perfect, but I don’t want perfect. I want wild spontaneity. I want something real that I’ll remember for the rest of my life, and I know for a fact I won’t forget this.
The truck door slung open, white-capped mountains in the distance, a giant man in flannel standing before me, his hands on my hips, his massive cock pressing into me inch by inch as he growls low in his chest.
It’s heaven up here and I never want it to end.
I spread my legs as far as they’ll go, attempting to make more room for his girth as he spreads me wider. I gasp and hold tight to his flexing arms as he splits me in two.
There’s an aching pain that’s deep and stretching, but I like it. I like the way he feels inside of me, the way his rough hands grip my tit, my throat, my hip, whatever he can reach. At one point, he takes over the small circles I’m making on my clit.
“Jesus, you’re soaked. So fucking wet and ready.” His voice gets rougher the deeper my body allows him in. “Tell me you want it, princess. Say you want it hard.”
My pussy tightens around his cock and a shot of electricity shoots through. “I want it hard, Jack. Fuck me hard.” I’mpanting, desperate, aching as his balls smack against my soaking core.
“Good girl,” he groans. “I’m gonna fill you up. You take my cock too fucking good.” He thrusts faster and harder, as some kind of bird caws in the distance. “Come on my cock, sweet girl. Do it! Right now! Come on…”
There’s fervor in his tone as he grips my throat and stares down at me, feral and untamed. It’s a side to him I haven’t seen. He’s like a wild animal and I’m here for every uninhibited bite. My heart rate speeds, and my breathing picks up as pressure builds in my stomach, gathers at my thighs, and finally… explodes, every part of me shaking. As I bend up and away from the seat, Jack’s arm wraps behind my back, and he holds my convulsing body against his as he continues to thrust, deeper, and faster.
I’m boneless as he growls loudly and spills hot come inside of me.
My legs are weak, my breath is ragged, and every muscle in my entire body is exhausted, but damn… I feel good!
Jack slows his movements, holding me tight against his chest, kissing my shoulders, my face, the top of my head. “Oh, honey,” he groans, tenderness in his tone as though the animal has been subdued, “that was incredible.”
His cock is still inside of me, the heat from the moment sticky between us. I thought this would be enough. I thought this moment would get him out of my system. That we could share something real and walk away knowing we had a memory, something to hold on to if life pulled us apart.
I realize now how dumb that was.
I pull away from his chest and stare up at his face, studying the way his dark eyes stare back at me. “I lied, Jack.”
He brushes back a strand of stray hair that threatens my vision. “Me too, little girl.”
We don’t have to say what we lied about, because we already know. It hangs between us like thick, black smoke that’s impossible to ignore.
I reach for his hand, not to hold it, but to feel the pulse beneath his skin.
“Now what?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer right away, just looks at me like he too is on the edge of something he can’t quite figure. Then finally, he says, “Now we stop pretending.”
There’s a beat where my heart swells, and I lean to him tighter, but it’s interrupted by the screeching sounds of my mother and the crunch of tires skidding over gravel.
Jack stiffens as I pull back.
Her voice cuts through the trees like a blade. “Get away from her!”
Jack doesn’t move. I don’t either. Because the truth is, we’ve already crossed the line, and there’s no going back.
Chapter Ten
Jack
