She did as he instructed without a moment’s hesitation or thought to the request.
Her body was already thrumming with excitement at the wide array of ways he could
pleasure her. His hard muscles conformed to her soft curves as his front melded to her backside. Feeling his lips on her throat was heavenly, but having his hands on her body was downright electrifying. He didn’t bother trying to work the complicated clasp of
her dress at the nape of her neck and she didn’t blame him for that. His hands cupped her breasts through the thin material of the blousy bodice and the strapless bra she
wore. He squeezed a bit roughly as his teeth nipped at her neck.
“Jack,” she gasped as erotic sensations shot through her from head to toe, targeting
all of her erogenous zones. Her cunt clenched tight with her need for him. In
anticipation of feeling him inside her.
“Bend forward, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. She rested her forearms on
the large mahogany desk as he took a small step back to accommodate her. “Spread
your legs for me.”
Widening her stance, Liza glanced over her bare shoulder and caught his gaze. His
dark eyes shimmered with desire and the hard line of his jaw made his look even
edgier. He gave all-new meaning to the term devilish.
He was downright wicked.
As they continued to stare at each other, one of his large hands cupped a cheek
again. His warm hand moved down and forward, along the cleft of her ass until his
fingers grazed her swollen lips. She was already wet, already hot for him. Jack stroked her, back and forth, and then targeted her clit, rubbing it quickly in a circular motion.
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Her breathing picked up until she was almost panting. He pushed his finger deep into
her pussy and she gasped.
His eyes flashed with lust as his other hand skimmed her hip and moved to the
front of her. Two fingers went to work on her clit as the finger in her pussy stroked and pleased, pushing her quickly to what would surely be another powerful orgasm
delivered by the sinful Jack Wade.
He worked her from both sides, with skill and determination. Her gaze broke away
from his. Bent over the desk, she dropped her forehead to the soft leather blotter in the middle of it. Her eyes closed. All she wanted was to feel everything he was doing to
her. To lose herself in the erotic caresses. Drown in the sounds of his ragged breathing and her sharp pants.
Her hips pushed upward, lifting her ass further in the air. Jack pushed two fingers
into her cunt and she let out a small cry of pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re making me hard,” he said on a low growl.
She couldn’t answer him because he was working her a bit faster and the frenzy of
sensations built to a crescendo. Her fingers curled around a piece of paper beneath one of her palms as she cried out his name while she came.
Jack gave her little more than a few seconds to try to calm her pounding heart and
raging pulse. As her body continued to sizzle and snap, he unbuttoned his fly and
pushed the material—along with his briefs—down his hips. A tear of a foil packet
followed and then his hard cock was thrusting into her and it was all she could do not to scream again.
“Dear God,” she moaned as her back arched and she ground her ass against him,
making him groan again.
His hands gripped the dip of her waist as he pushed into her, withdrew slightly,
then pushed again. His thick cock filled her, sliding easily in and out of her tight pussy because he’d made her so damn wet.
He felt amazingly good inside her. But Liza wanted more.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she said as she stared at him over her shoulder. “Harder.”
His nostrils flared and fire glowed in his eyes. His ruggedly handsome face was set
in a mask of concentration, creating hard, edgy angles. He looked damn close to losing control. It was exactly what she wanted.
“Jack,” she said, her breath coming in heavy pulls. “Give me more.”
He gave a slight shake of his head.
“Yes,” she urged. “Please.”
She literally saw the snap of restraint reflected in his eyes. A wild look flashed in the blue irises and his grip on her waist tightened. “Hold on, darlin’.”
Her fingers and palms pressed into the hard wood beneath her as Jack picked up
the pace, hammering his hard cock into her, burying himself to the hilt.
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She cried out, the sound deep and throaty and animalistic. It echoed in the quiet
room, warring only with the soft slapping of Jack’s thighs against hers.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, thinking she’d never felt anything quite so intense. So raw.
So real. “That’s it, Jack. Fuck me hard.”
“Jesus, Liza,” he said in a tight voice. “You feel so damn good.”
One of his hands reached around to the front of her again and he rubbed her clit
while fucking her. It was too much. This time, it was way too much. She opened her
mouth to tell him she couldn’t take his fingers on her while he was pounding into her. It was driving her wild. But suddenly, everything inside of her exploded as she climaxed again.
Jack grunted as he continued to push deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Her
orgasm went on and on and she had a feeling that if he kept this up, she’d come again immediately following this release. In just a matter of seconds…
“Don’t stop,” she managed to grind out. “Not yet.” Liza squeezed him tight as her
pussy thrummed with overly intense sensations.
Jack growled. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up, darlin’.”
“Just keep fucking me,” she said as her entire body quaked. He jarred her to the
core of her being and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. And, as she’d predicted, she raced toward the finish line again, in record time.
Another climax built and she said, “Come inside me, Jack. Now.”
He drove a little deeper and a strangled cry fell from his lips. “Goddamn, Liza,” he
groaned, low and deep.
He shuddered inside her, against her, all around her. Making her come again as she
whispered his name over and over while riding the wave of fire that roared through
her.
Liza’s legs gave out on her as she went weak in the knees. Jack held her tightly, his body curling around hers as he continued to convulse inside her. Their heavy panting
filled the room. Jack’s hot breath on her neck and his slick skin against hers made her long to be completely naked with him. She wanted to feel every inch of him on top of
her, beneath her, inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him, of how wonderful he felt, how wonderful he made her feel.