“No, I’m not.” He thrusts his hips up. “Not even a little bit.”
I lean over, pressing them into his face. “You can see them up close if you want… suck them, touch them,” I whisper seductively and feel myself clench around him.
I’m so turned on, it feels as if I might combust at any moment.
He moves his head to the side and bites hard on one of my nipples. I throw my head back, yelling aloud at the pain that instantly turns into immense pleasure. He moves his legs up so his feet are placed on the bed and starts bucking into me with deep, powerful thrusts.
He’s unrelenting, talented… a complete sex god. And I’m here for all of it.
“You need to come, B. I need you to come again,” he grits, then picks up his pace—if that’s even possible—knocking the air right out of me.
From the position I’m in, my boobs in his face and him pounding into me, I’m able to rub myself against him, and within seconds, a deep burn creeps up my body. I’m debilitated; I can’t move. The delicious burn takes over everything.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. Look at you,” he grunts.
My eyes are closed tight in pleasure and I’m gripping his shoulders as I cry out, feeling the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rip through my body. He thrusts up, holding deep each time, and I feel the jerk of his cock and his warm come filling me up as he releases inside me.
My body falls forward, completely slack, unable to move.
That was… everything.
He kisses the top of my head and holds me tight against him, both of us silent for a moment, relishing the moment.
My thoughts are jumbled up; I can barely think straight. All I know is that I’m completely and utterly addicted.
I lean my head up and kiss his jaw. “You’re the only one that’s ever been inside of me like that,” I whisper.
His eyes cast down, confused.
“Without a condom. We didn’t use one when we were younger… who knows about Vegas… and now. I’ve never let anyone else do that.”
He squeezes me tight and smiles against my forehead. “I like that much more than I should.”
For some reason… I do too.
“And, B.” He pauses. “Husbands don’t use condoms.”
Oh, bloody hell… why do I like the sound of that even more?
10
Annabelle
Even though it’sonly half past eight in the morning, Jack said I had one hour to get ready, claiming our date is a fun-filled day. So I’m in the en suite doing just that, beyond excited.
Of course I’m excited about our date, but more so to spend a day with Jack asmine. He has been using the word nonstop, but I can feel it too.
Jackson Peters… mine.
Who would have thought it?
I bounce my shoulders a few times in excitement as I put the finishing touches on my makeup and shimmy around the room to the beats of Swedish House Mafia.
It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is. If there is music on, my body is moving to it.
Pulling back my hair, I slick it into a tight ponytail since I haven’t washed it for days and fix the flyaways with some of Jack’s hair wax.
Perfect.
