Jack grunted like an animal as her warm heat enveloped him. Just the tip though. It was going to take him a while to get all nine inches all the way inside.
If that was even possible. He was willing to try though. More than willing.
Desperate.
She was so tight… and wet… and she'd tasted so Goddamn sweet in his mouth. The taste of her had inflamed him to the point that it physically hurt to not be inside her. But he had to make sure she was ready.
He had to make sure she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Or close. Very, close.
He held her gorgeous hip with one hand and started to make tiny thrusts. He knew he was larger than average. Never mind that he'd never been with a woman as small as Janet.
He'd only ever been with the sleazy sweetbutts who hung around the club, and not in years. None of them had ever complained about his size. But none of them were as delicate as Janet.
He didn't want to hurt her accidentally.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about that.
Not wanting to think about anything but the way she felt.
She was tiny but somehow her body was allowing him in a little deeper with every stroke. He was going slowly even though he wanted to unleash himself, to take her roughly until he poured himself into her.
Maybe someday. When she was used to him. Then he could really let go.
She was making tiny whimpering sounds beneath him, mewling like a little kitten. Unnff… God she felt good. Nothing in his worthless life had ever made him feel a tenth of this pleasure.
Not even close.
She clenched down on him as he was pulling out and he lost control for a split second, driving in as deep as he could go. Her walls stretched taut around him.
"Yes, Jack! Yes!"
He stared down at her, unsure. But it was written all over her face. She wanted what he wanted.
He moaned and started pumping his hips into her. His shaft was sliding in and out of her sweet pussy with ease now. With every stroke her walls massaged and squeezed him.
It wouldn't be long now.
He increased his tempo as he felt her body start to convulse beneath him. Her cries grew louder, spurring him on. He worked his cock inside her like a machine, pistoning in and out, harder and faster by the second.
Suddenly he stopped and pushed himself inside her as far as he could go.
His cock gave a mighty jump. He moaned as he felt his seed erupt from his head, filling her up. He thrust into her a few more times as her body pulled at him, sucking him deep again.
Then he collapsed.
Jesus.
If he'd known it could be like that, he would have taken her the first time he wanted to. That very first night at the club. He would have done anything to be inside her.
He hoped she would let him do it again. And again. And again.
What he’d really like is forever.
He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms, staring at the ceiling. She snuggled against his chest in a way that suggested there was no place else she'd rather be. He allowed himself the luxury of thinking- hoping- she might let him keep her.
She might stay.
A cool drop of water hit his chest.
What the-
He laid back again when he realized she was crying. She wasn't crying because of him, was she? He never wanted to make her cry again.
"What am I going to do Jack? I can't go home."
He squeezed her. Not crying because of him then. Good.
"I know."
"They don't love me."
"They are idiots."
"How do you know?"
"I met them."
“You did?”
“I went looking for you when Kaylie told me- look Red, I wouldn’t have had to meet them. I knew they were idiots the second Kaylie told me what they had done.”
“Why?”
“How could they do anything but cherish you?”
She sighed and her tears welled up again.
“Don’t cry for them, Red.”
“I’m not.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and she nearly burst out laughing. He was almost offended by the look of shock her face at the discovery that he had a sense of humor after all. Instead he decided that it was time to make love to her again.
Before she changed her mind and didn’t want him again.
But slower this time.
Much slower.
Chapter Forty
Janet
"I want to see you dance."
Jack’s voice was a low rumble in his chest. It practically vibrated her whole body. Janet was cuddled up in his lap on one of the deck chairs, watching the sun go down.
“You do?”
He lifted her up and set her on her feet, facing him. Then he sat back down again.
Her eyes widened as he stared at her expectantly.
"Really dance."
She inhaled and exhaled shakily.
"I haven't danced in so long, Jack."
"So?"
"There's no music."
He just waited. She felt so awkward in front of him suddenly. What if she wasn't any good at it anymore? What if he laughed at her.