“God, Jack. Move. Fuck me.” I bit down on his shoulder in silent demand. He’d woken months of suppressed lust, desire, need. I was starving for him, like an animal waking from a long hibernation. I needed him hard and fast and hot. He lifted a hand to my hair and pulled, angling my head up so I was forced to look into his eyes. The dominant move made my pussy clench around him and I whimpered, lost in him.
“You want me, princess? You need more?”
“Yes.” God yes. Hurry the fuck up, yes.
My body is a traitor, I thought as I gave over to Jack’s expert thrusts. His hands were no less punishing than his cock, which he used to hold my ass, to lift and lower me onto his thrusting length. I’d have marks there later, but for now, God, it was so good.
“I’m not taking it easy on you this time, princess. Hold on tight,” he gritted out as I bit my lip and grabbed his shoulders, holding on because he was the only thing in my world. My entire existence narrowed to his scent, his heat, his hard, hot thrusts as he filled me to the point of pain. I held on so I wouldn’t float away. I was out of control, spinning, fighting for air.
It took a few moments for his words to filter into my lust fogged brain. This time? There would only ever be this one time! I barely had time to think it before he pulsed into me again and stole my train of thought.
“Bring it, Jack,” I challenged as I dug my fingers into his shoulders harder. In response, he flexed those taut muscles and hips to push his dick in and out of me faster. The slide of his full length, the sharp zing of his cock hitting me deep inside, nudging my womb with each thrust, and the sheer width of him was enough to shut me up.
I let go and so did he. He watched me like I was the only thing that existed in his world. If I bit my lip, he saw me do it. If I moaned, her heard me. If I closed my eyes because I felt overwhelmed and needy and out of control, he always brought me back, demanded I look at him.
He wanted to own me, see me. I’d never felt like I did in that moment, like I was the only person in the world that mattered. Fires raged in his eyes, dominant and frustrated and possessive. Every conversation we’d had came rushing to the surface as he pinned me against the wall and I saw something between us I hadn’t seen before.
Over the weeks and months, this tension had been building between us.
I held his gaze, unwilling to break, unwilling to look away as he fucked me, as his chocolate eyes blazed and his jaw locked .
Jack’s dick pounded into me mercilessly and, for my part, I reveled in his wildness, in the rough and barely controlled nature of him. He was all man, rough and demanding and I melted instinctively, loved the way his dominant and possessive touch made me feel.
Wanted. Safe. Feminine. Powerful.
Beautiful.
There was no doubt I’d be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I had no idea I liked it so rough, but with Jack, it was… primitive. Hot. Perfect.
I nibbled and sucked his neck, his lips, his beautiful fucking jawline. I claimed him with my mouth while he claimed me with his cock. I relinquished my body to him, almost too shocked to believe this side of him was real, so raw and feral and demanding.
As if he read my thoughts, Jack chuckled darkly through his forced breaths. “Didn’t expect this from a city boy, did you, princess?”
Each one of his words was punctuated by a thrust. I held his gaze for a split second before I closed them and moaned. I didn’t care if he heard, if he knew what he did to me. I couldn’t hide my responses from him. Not only could he see me, really see me, but he could feel it with my pussy walls rippling around him.
Jack’s thrusts almost made me come right there, but I arched my back, rubbing my clit on the hard wall of his abdomen just right. He hooked my knees over his arms and spread me open wide, pushing me back into the wall so he could grind his body against me.
I was on the edge instantly, and his slight groans sank into my body and swirled in my head, pushing me over the edge. They were too sensual, too honest. He sounded like a man who barely held it together, and fuck that was hot. My nails scored his shoulders, his back, his neck, and pulled at his hair.
“More,” I commanded.
His large, rough hands trailed to my nipples and he tugged them hard as I used the wall as a brace. Yes, that was the more I was looking for.
Everything hit critical mass and my back straightened against the wall involuntarily. The movement shoved Jack back, forcing him to hold me lower on my hips. I realized, a split second before it happened, that this new angle let Jack hit my G-spot, and he did. He rammed against that sensitive bundle of nerves as my moans and cries became unintelligible. My nails lashed out as I lost all capacity for thought. I scratched against his pecs, his biceps. I was lost in a spiral of orgasm that I couldn’t stop.