Page 78 of Carry Me Home
“Your tits belong to you, but your pussy ismine.”
Before I could say a word, he flipped me onto my back and yanked my shorts and underwear down my legs. He pushed away from me to peel off his sweatpants and then settled between my thighs.
I canted my hips, desperate to have him inside me, but he only dragged his dick from my opening to my clit. “Jack,” I begged.
His voice was smooth and thick as honey. “You need something, baby?”
“You know what I need.” I growled in frustration as he teased me with his cock, getting my hopes up as he nudged against my entrance only to take it away again, ghosting my clit in a way that was too light for satisfaction and only made me want him more.
“Then tell me what I want to hear. Who does this pussy belong to, Janie?”
Even if I had wanted to lie, my soaked pussy gave me away. “You. It belongs to you.”
Jack thrust into me so hard I curled into him, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. He held himself there and looked down at me with an intensity that made my eyes water. “Good.” He dragged his nose along mine, his voice nothing more than a ragged whisper, all his smirking bravado gone. “Because there’s not a single part of me that doesn’t belong to you, Janie.”
All the air whooshed out of my lungs. I gaped at him, trying to get my bearings.
And then he slid out slowly, pushed back in inch by delicious thick inch, and I gave up. Who needed bearings anyway. Not a girl getting fucked by Jack Price, that’s for sure.
We moved together in slow, deliberate thrusts, our eyes locked on each other. And then he hit a spot deep inside me that hurt so good I gasped. His eyes widened and then went half-hooded. Nothing was slow now, nothing was deliberate. We slammed against each other, hands groping, bodies grappling.
“God, you’re close,” he panted in my ear, his words thick and drugged. “I can feel my pussy tightening. Let me have it, honey. I need it.”
I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to—which I very much didn’t. Pleasure surged through me and I came crying his name. He pumped into me hard, his hand fisted in my hair, filling me up while my orgasm was still pulsing.
He collapsed over me, rolling to his side to keep from crushing me, and we lay there, completely spent, until our breathing returned to normal. After cleaning up, we got right back in bed.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms and didn’t wake up until nearly nine.
I didn’t even have to palm strike his nose.
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JANIE
Claire
Just turned off the interstate. Should be there in 20 minutes. Hope you got all your bad out, my love.
Janie
As a matter of fact, I’ve decided to keep my bad around a little longer.
Claire
I hope you know what you’re doing.
Janie
Not a fucking clue. :)
Claire
I love you, big sis.
“Mom!”Maya sprang from the car and ran up the driveway.
Suppressing a laugh, I jogged down the steps to meet her. Maya’s run reminded me of a newborn giraffe. A little awkward, a little clumsy, but super fucking adorable. She didn’t hug me but she burrowed into my body for a no-armed snuggle.
