Page 116 of Forever Wild
“I’m playing well because someone kicked my ass into gear all summer and made sure I was ready.”
A slow smile curves my lips. I like the reminder that maybe the summer isn’t tainted in only bad memories.
“I promise you, sweetheart. I can fuck you tonight and still be at the top of my game tomorrow.” One of his long fingers trails down the center of my chest and hooks underneath the front of my bra. “Unless, you don’t want that.”
He kisses my stomach gently, then flicks his tongue out and drags it to just above the top of my leggings.
“You’ve got plenty of fallback careers anyway.” I pull him down on top of me.
His light chuckle turns to a groan as I hook a leg around him. He thrusts, digging his hard length over my clit through our clothes, while devouring my mouth.
His hands roam over my face, through my hair, and down my body. Tenderly and then more forcefully.
He pulls me onto my side while lying in front of me and unhooks my bra, trailing kisses down my chest and then taking one nipple into his mouth. He bites and licks until I’m squirming and panting. Myeyes flutter closed, and I revel in the warmth of his mouth and the sting of pain followed by the soft flick of his tongue over the same spot.
“Jack.” My fingers slide through his thick hair and I lightly scratch my nails over his shoulders. I squirm, trying to line up my center with his hard dick so I can rub myself up on him.
He glances up at me, dark eyes lit up with need and amusement. “Impatient, baby?”
My answer is a strangled moan as he pulls away. His mouth drops to my hip and he works my leggings and panties down my legs. Every touch has my sensitive skin buzzing with need.
His stare darkens as he looks at me naked and splayed out on the bed next to him. “I’m going to take my time, if that’s okay with you.”
I want to tell him it really isn’t okay and that I’d like to be fucked hard sooner than later, but then his hands are back on me.
“On your hands and knees.” His voice is low and commanding. Usually, I’d want to fight against being told what to do, but not now. I do exactly what he says.
“Atta girl,” he says next to my ear. He nips the lobe and then kisses my shoulder. His chest drapes over my back and one of his knees goes between mine.
One hand skims down my spine to my hip and then cups my sex. I jolt at the contact and am ready to arch into him for the friction I crave, but he doesn’t make me wait. Jack’s fingers slide from front to back over my clit and pussy. His thumb goes higher, rubbing against my other hole but not pressing in.
“So wet. So perfect,” he murmurs in my ear. His hand moves back up to my hip and he guides me down until I’m sitting on his thigh and then nudges me gently until I’m rubbing myself on his leg. “Goodjob.” He hums. “Just like that.”
As I start to increase my pace, his hands stop guiding me and come around to my breasts. He pinches my nipples and kisses my neck and continues to lavish me with praise as I chase my orgasm. It hits quickly, like it’s been hovering all day waiting for the slightest bit of Jack. His words, his body, his mouth. His leg, apparently.
“Fuck that’s hot, baby. You should see how good you look soaking my thigh.”
He kisses my shoulder and then I fall onto the mattress. He finally strips out of his boxers and climbs back over me. His hands brace himself up on either side.
“Last chance to run.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I fully intend to ruin you. No other guy will fuck you like me, Ev.”
A smirk tugs at one corner of my mouth and I lean up, brush my lips over his and say, “Do your worst.”
With a cocky grin, Jack lines up the head of his dick at my entrance. He nudges into me slowly, inch by inch. When I think I can’t take any more, he lifts one of my legs and settles farther until I’m so full of him, I can’t breathe.
“Goddamn,” I whisper. He hasn’t even moved and I can feel my next orgasm building.
“This tight little cunt belongs to me.” He pulls out almost all the way until the head rubs against my clit and then pushes back in. I moan as he buries himself so deep inside me again.
“Jack,” I cry.
He works himself in and out of me in a slow, steady rhythm. His thrusts are hard and deep, but he doesn’t rush. Each time he fills meup, he hits a spot so deep that I don’t doubt he truly is ruining me for anyone else.
“I’m so close,” I say. “More.”
