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“Jackie? Did you hear me?”
She nodded, though his voice seemed farther away than the few feet that stood between them. Her eyes were fixed on his fingers stroking the worn denim keeping his cock from view. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see the physical evidence of his need.
He stepped into the edges of her vision, close enough she could feel his heat, even here in the outdoors.
He slid the zipper free of the teeth holding his jeans together and her tongue snaked out to lick at her lips.
Soft deep green cotton underwear came into view. Boxers? Briefs? Did she care? Nope.
In slow motion, he showed himself to her. She didn’t think her mouth could water the way it did when she caught the first glimpse of hard flesh. His hard flesh. The skin pulled taut over the shaft. The deep, reddish purple of the head. The width. The length.
She swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat and dropped to her knees without thinking about it. She had to taste him.Him. No one else. Not before. Not ever.
Not a condom.
Him.
“Jackie …”
She shook her head and took his hand in hers, gripped his fingers, and gave his cock a tentative lick. Hot. Smooth.
Another lick, this one longer and less uncertain. Rigid. Flexing against her tongue.
The fingers of his other hand sifted through her hair and pulled her in. She didn’t resist. Once upon a time she would have.
Not him. Not Mac.
This was the one man who’d stolen what she didn’t know she had to give.
He’d burrowed inside her without permission and she couldn’t push him out now, even if she wanted.
He eased from her grip and framed his cock between thumb and forefinger, holding it toward her. He painted her lips with the stickiness on the tip and she welcomed the gloss before opening her mouth. He settled himself on the edges of her bottom teeth and she worked him the rest of the way inside.
She closed her eyes. She moaned. She held him. And he let her.
His scent of sweat and musk. She loved it more than his cologne. And his cologne turned her on.
“Do you want to swallow my come?”
Did she? At some point, yes, she did. At some point, she wanted everything she could get with him. She wanted his taste on her tongue and down her throat.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth, Princess?”
Almost without thinking, again, she nodded.
“Too bad. You’re not getting it right now.” He snatched his cock from her mouth and lifted her from her knees. He had her backed up against the post once more. She didn’t have a chance to register what he had planned before his lips closed over hers.
His fingers worked at the fastenings of her pants and roughly shoved them down her hips.
He stole her breath, her will, her desire for anything but him.
Then those same fingers were between her legs, inside her panties, stroking her pussy. They grazed over her clit and she bucked. He moaned and pulled his lips from hers. “Like that, do you?”
He did it again. And again. Over and over he teased her until she couldn’t stop moving against him and the log at her back.
“So fucking wet. Goddamn, woman …”
“Please, Mac …”
