gaze up to him that pleaded and dared.
“Please, sir…” She fixed her hungry stare on his cock, mouth open wide.
He took his erection in his hand, swiped a thumb over the weeping head, then pushed
the wet digit into her waiting mouth.
“You want more of that?”
Her breath came hard and she swiped the moisture from the pad of his thumb. Her
eyes stood wide in her rosy-cheeked face. “Yes, sir.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to suck you, sir.”
“What part of me?” he barked, still torturing them both with long strokes of his hand
up and down his length.
Her hungry little gaze was about to eat him alive.
“Your…cock, sir. Let me suck it.”
“You haven’t followed my instructions particularly well so far.”
“I will, sir.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Morgan.” He anchored his hand at her nape again. “Now suck
me.”
L'aide de ciel me, he thought as he gave into the urge to thrust into Morgan’s mouth
again with a loud moan that should have shaken the cottage’s rafters. Heaven help me.
Again, he couldn’t resist the urge to fuck her mouth. His deep, insistent rhythm filled
her, demanding she take and take. He watched her, lips swollen, cheeks rosy, eyes half-
closed as if savoring him. Her nipples were harder than ever. The sight of her burned
into his brain, shredded his control.
He stiffened again, the pressure in his balls nearly painful as he held in his breath
and held back his climax. Delaying the earth-shattering inevitable.
Morgan’s eyes opened, gaze lifting to him, asking and seducing at once. She wanted
reassurance, sweetly begged him to let go, tempted him with the promise of ecstasy like
he’d never known.
With that look, his control broke. The peak of rapture raced from the base of his
spine, burned through his balls, up his cock, until he exploded. Pleasure ripped her name
from his lips in a hoarse cry. It became a chant as he repeated it over and over while the
sharp edge of bliss seemed to last forever, pounding his body with one relentless pulse
of ecstasy after another.
Faintly, through the haze of his roaring heartbeat, he heard Morgan gurgling.
“Swallow,” he rasped, rubbing one of his hands along her neck. “Swallow, cher.”
Sweetly submissive now—for the moment—she did. But Jack didn’t kid himself. That
smile breaking out across Morgan’s face told him her rush of excitement at breaking him
down, stripping him of his iron defenses.
He pulled away from the sweet depths of her mouth and shucked his pants
completely. Satiation lazed through him, and control reasserted itself. Now, he could
mow down her barricades and return the favor. Now, he could capture her surrender,
strip her soul, and make sure that having sex with Brandon Ross would never be on her
wish list again.
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Still panting, tired yet flying, Morgan stared at Jack as she rose to her feet. He tossed
his pants aside and turned back to her with burning eyes. The short military cut of his
hair only accentuated his angular face, his strong jaw dusted with a dark five o’clock
shadow, his cleft chin. The gorgeous sights didn’t stop there.
She let her gaze wander down the powerful bulk of his shoulders, the solid bulges of
his pectorals, the tight abs that showed the delineation of every muscle…and made a
treasure trail down to his groin.
Even soft, his penis was big. When hard…he’d put most men to shame.
And she had conquered him. Big, bad Jack had totally succumbed to her. Was that
sense of being mighty and compelling the reason he liked to dominate?
Morgan licked her lips, high on power. Despite a personal first, she wasn’t pausing to
examine. Wouldn’t ask if it was right or wrong—plenty of time for that later. Now…
She sent him a kittenish smile. She’d survived his challenge to submit with nary a
scratch. It hadn’t felt like being a mindless blow-up doll and taking orders; it had been
more like following his clues until she learned exactly how to seize control and unravel
him.
“You look happy with yourself.”
Morgan tried to wipe away the smile, but she just couldn’t suppress it. She didn’t
want to gloat; that would only spur him on. Instead, she just shrugged.
“You’re thinking this is a game, Morgan. That you won, and I lost, and we can call it a
night. You think we’re done and can forget the fear that you might enjoy submitting to
me.”
His soft laugh gave her the first clue that she’d misjudged the situation. Her smile
faltered.
“Cher, we’re just starting. I promise, you’ll give me complete control before we’re