‘Oh, Brock,’ she screams as her orgasm takes hold. That’s what I wanted to hear.
Making my way back up her delicious body, I kiss her as my hands go to work at untying her from the bedhead. I’m craving her touch. The second she’s free, her hands fist in my hair as she pulls my lips closer to hers.
‘Thank you,’ she whispers into my mouth, and her words touch my heart for some reason. I’m not sure if she’s thanking me for untying her, or for the incredible orgasm I just gave her. Either way, I feel like I’m the one who should be saying thank you.
Reaching across the bed, I open the bedside drawer to retrieve the box of condoms I know will be in there. Staying in the penthouse suite comes with perks. It was one of the requests I made the first time I stayed here a few years ago. I’ve noticed every time since, the suite is always stocked with my preferences: my favourite scotch; the kind of snacks I like to eat; even right down to the brand of shampoo I use.
Leaning back on my haunches, I tear open the foil packet with my teeth. Jade’s exquisite green eyes follow my every move.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask once I’m settled between her legs again. I’m dying to be inside her, but I’m still concerned about her little freak-out earlier.
‘I’m wonderful,’ she replies, tenderly stoking the side of my face. ‘I’m more than wonderful.’ Her sweet words make me smile. This woman is something else.
Lining myself up with her opening, I take one more glance at her face to make sure she really is all right. I’d hate to do anything she’s not ready for. She’s smiling when she pulls my face forwards. Resting my forehead on hers, I gaze into her eyes as the head of my cock slides inside her.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ I groan the second I push all the way in.
‘Brock,’ she whispers as her eyes drift closed. Hearing her utter my name so sweetly touches a place deep inside me.
‘Look at me, beautiful. I need you to see who’s making you feel like this … who’s giving you pleasure.’
A smile spreads across her face as her eyes flutter open. ‘Nobody could ever make me feel the things that you do, Brock. Nobody.’
Normally if another woman said that to me, I’d freak the fuck out. If anything, Jade’s words set off the caveman inside me. I want to be the only person to make her feel like this. I don’t want anyone touching her.
She’s mine.
JADE
Tonight Brock’s given me more than he’ll ever know. He’s shown me how beautiful sex can be when it’s with the right person. Tonight I’m not a hooker—I’m just plain old Jade, a woman. What a wonderful feeling that is.
With every thrust he brings me higher and higher. I never knew it could feel like this. I guess those girls in the pornos aren’t faking it after all. Rolling onto his back, he brings me with him so I’m now straddling his waist. God, he feels so good.
Placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I move my hips in a circular motion as pure ecstasy consumes my body.
‘Jade,’ he breathes. Slightly lifting his torso off the bed, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. It sends pleasure shooting down to my core. ‘Christ, you feel amazing. I can’t seem to get enough of you.’ He sits up and I wrap my legs around him as his arms encircle my waist, bringing me even closer. ‘You intoxicate me, Miss Davis,’ he whispers against my skin.
That’s all I need to send me over the edge again. Wrapping my arms firmly around his neck, I throw my head back and moan as the most intense orgasm rockets through me. Within seconds, I feel his body shudder and I know he’s coming undone too.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ he groans as his mouth finds mine. We’re both breathless, but neither of us move. I don’t want to break the connection I have with him. I wish we could stay like this forever.
Brock Weston has managed to cleanse me of all my previous sins.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JADE
‘Jade. Wake up, sweetheart,’ I hear as someone peppers tiny kisses all over my face. Opening one eye, I see Brock smiling down at me. It’s a wonderful sight to wake up to.
‘Good morning, beautiful.’
‘Morning,’ I groan as my arms slide around his neck. I’m aching in places I didn’t even know existed. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.
‘As much as I hate the thought of kicking you out of my bed, it’s just after six, and I promised I’d have you back in your room before Rupert wakes.’
I sigh. I’m not ready for this to end.
Brock places a soft kiss on my lips before helping me sit up. ‘I’ve ordered us some breakfast. Maybe we can have a quick shower together while we wait for it to arrive?’ He stands and extends his hand out to me.