“Back at you.”
I lower myself to my knees, bracing my hands on his hard, muscular thighs. I press my tongue to the base of his erect cock and lick, dragging it slowly up his shaft.
He growls and wetness grows between my legs. I want his fingers there. His tongue. Already I crave release from all this need I have for the man in front of me.
I reach his crown, circle and suckle, and I can tell he’s doing everything he can not to move. I start again at the base and lick upward.
I feel so powerful. So in control. Making the man in front of me weak is an aphrodisiac like I’ve never experienced. I open my mouth and do my best to take him as far as I can. He’s too big to fit. But Jack doesn’t seem to think so.
“Iris,” he gasps out. “Iris.”
I lick and suck, take him deep into my mouth. My eyes are watering as I try to angle him. I grip around his shaft, trying to get him deeper with each movement. I want more. I want his hands on me. In me. I want his tongue. I want to get fucked.
“Jesus, Iris.” He steps away. “You’re going to make me come.”
I moan at the thought of him being so turned on. “I want you to come,” I say. I tip my head back and open my mouth.
He groans and steps toward me. Our eyes are locked as Jack paints my lips with the crown of his cock, dipping it between my lips, and in seconds, his hot come is spurting onto my tongue.
I shiver at him losing control. He cups my face and I lick my lips, taking in anything that I missed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Jack,” I stutter, need rising in me, threatening to burst out. “I’m so wet.”
He groans again, and his cock rears in front of me.
“I’m desperate for you,” I whisper.
He scoops me up and places me gently on the bed. He crawls over me and I widen my legs, allowing him to settle between them. His cock is nestled into the folds of my pussy, throbbing on my clit.
“Jack,” I say again. “You feel so good.”
He dips to claim a kiss. His breaths are heavy, his chest moving with every inhale and exhale. The weight of his body pins me to the mattress—there’s no escaping him.
I squirm underneath him, rocking my hips back and forward. I’m impatient. I want to feel him as he pushes inside and it’s almost too much—just on the edge of painful.
“You don’t need to try to get me hard,” he says. “I’m already there.” He shakes his head. “You might just kill me.”
“Can you feel how wet I am?” I ask, my voice breathy with lust.
“I can. I’m covered in you already.”
My eyelids flutter shut as desperation takes hold. “Jack, please.”
He growls at my begging and reaches over my head. I hope it’s for a condom. Although, right at this moment, I’m incapable of making good decisions and I’d be happy to take him inside me without one. I’d like to know how it feels to have him inside me without any barriers between us.
But Jack has found a condom.
I’m so frenzied with lust, I can’t think about anything but how he’s taking too long to push inside me. Finally, after what seems like hours, his crown is nudging at my entrance. I spread my legs as wide as they will go.
“You ready?” His expression is serious. He knows he’s big. He doesn’t want to hurt me.
I nod. “More than ready.”
His eyes flutter closed as he pushes his tip inside. I let out a moan that’s so loud, they can probably hear it in Canada. He just feels so good. Not just because he’s big, but because he’s Jack. Because he’s careful with me, thoughtful. Because he’s trying to help, trying to do the best by me and my family.
He’s just so perfect.
