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Heat floods through me.His.
He works me with his mouth and fingers, building me up slowly this time, deliberately drawing it out. My thighs are shaking, my breathing ragged, sweat gathering at my temples and the small of my back. Every time I get close, when that tension coils so tight I can taste the release, when I’m right there on the edge, he pulls back.
Changes the rhythm. Slows down. Makes me start the climb all over again until I’m a desperate, writhing mess on the desk, until I’m begging shamelessly, until I’ve lost all sense of pride or dignity or anything except need.
“Jack,” I gasp desperately, my whole body trembling, my hands tightening in his hair hard enough that it must hurt but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t complain. “Oh God, right there, don’t stop, please?—”
“Please what?” He pulls back slightly, and I could cry from the loss, from the frustration.
“Please let me come,” I beg shamelessly, and I’m not even embarrassed anymore, not even self-conscious, just desperate. “I can’t take anymore, I need—I need?—”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he says with satisfaction, like my complete surrender is exactly what he was waiting for. His fingers move rougher now, more demanding, his mouth working me relentlessly without mercy, and his eyes lock on my face, watching every reaction, cataloging every expression. “That’s it, baby. So perfect. Come for me.”
The orgasm hits hard and sudden, crashing over me like a tidal wave that pulls me under. I scream his name, just like he told me to.
“JAAAACK!”
I call it out loud and broken and desperate, my head flinging back so hard it thuds against the wall behind me but I don’t care, don’t even feel it. My whole body convulses, clenching around his fingers so tight he groans against me, the vibration adding to the sensation. The orgasm seems to last forever, wave after wave rolling through me, each one more intense than the last, until I’m gasping and trembling and completely oversensitive, until I can’t tell where one wave ends and another begins.
Jack works me through it, his fingers and mouth not stopping, drawing out every last aftershock until I’m gasping and trembling and trying to push him away because it’s almost too much, almost too intense. Almost too everything.
“Perfect,” he says finally, pulling back, and then he’s bringing his fingers to his mouth, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time, watching my reaction as he tastes me.
The sight makes heat flood through me all over again even though I just came so hard I can barely think straight, can barely remember my own name. “Oh my God.”
“You taste incredible,” he says, his voice full of a need that matches my own.
Then his mouth is back on me with soft kisses and I’m so sensitive I try to squirm away, try to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his hands grip my thighs, holding me in place with gentle firmness. “Not till I say you’re done.”
He kisses my pussy, reverently, like he’s worshipping me, drawing out the aftershocks until I’m whimpering and trembling all over again, until I’m not sure if I’m trying to get away or press closer.
Finally, he stands up between my legs, and the sight of him makes my breath catch all over again.
He’s huge. Like, genuinely huge. And I haven’t done this in two years and even then it was never with someone who looked like him, who made me feel like this, who looked at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted.
Nerves flutter in my stomach, reality crashing back in for just a second. Can I do this? Can I take him? What if I can’t? What if?—
But I push the doubts down. I want this. I want him. I want to know what it feels like to be with someone who sees me, really sees me, and wants me anyway. Someone who thinks I’m perfect exactly as I am.
“You okay?” he asks, reading my expression like he always does, always so attentive, always checking in.
“Yeah.” I swallow hard, forcing honesty. “Just… you’re really big.”
His mouth curves into a smile that’s half pride, half concern, and all affection. “We’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”
“I don’t want slow,” I say, and it’s true. I’m nervous but I’m also desperate, aching, needing him inside me with an urgency that overrides everything else. “I want you. Now. So do something about it.”
His eyes darken with promise. “With pleasure.”
CHAPTER 18
JACK
I wrap my hands around her thighs and spread them wider, positioning myself between her legs. Her skin is flushed all the way down her chest, her nipples are hard, and she’s biting that bottom lip in a way that makes me want to bite it too.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Completely naked on this desk, looking up at me with those wide brown eyes that are half nervous, half desperate. Her hair is a mess from my hands, tangled and wild around her face. Her lips are swollen from my mouth, red and full.
I’ve wanted this for weeks. I wanted to see her like this, spread out and ready for me. And in this moment, every inch of her belongs to me.
