“Hmm,” Antonio hummed, his voice slightly muffled. “I love that gorgeous voice. You taking it just fine, mama.”
Jackie felt the familiar tingle in her spine, the sign that she was about to come with a fury. She held on to the edge of the table and let out a scream that echoed off the walls. It was strange to hear herself after so long. She slowly opened her eyes in time to see Antonio lifting his head up. His entire face and chest were soaked.
“Guess you’re wet and sticky like you wanted, huh?” Jackie remarked, trying to catch her breath.
Antonio licked his lips, savoring the taste. He wiped a hand down his face and chest and lifted his hand, examining it. “Not wet enough, Lucky. Guess my job ain’t done yet.”
He dove right back in with his mouth and hands, working Jackie over until she came two more times. This time, there was absolutely no denying that his mission was accomplished.
She was pretty sure Antonio had drained every last bit of essence from her. She was dehydrated. As if hearing her thoughts, Antonio grabbed Jackie a small bottle of water from the mini fridge. Her body was still humming as she tried to come down from the orgasmic high. Antonio kissed her, deep and sweet, until she was breathless all over again.
“You good, Jack? How’s that throat feeling?”
Jackie gave him a lazy smile. “Never fucking better.”
“Good. You’re gonna need it. Because I’m about to fuck the absolute shit outta you and make up for a decade of not giving it to you. Ain’t no falling asleep on me tonight.”
“Damn. Is that a threat?”
Antonio looked Jackie dead in her eyes. “It’s a promise, Miles.” He stood between Jackie’s legs, which were splayed on the table, and gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. “Ten years ago, I memorized the playbook to your body. I know what you need, Jackie. And what you need is the best my dick, tongue, and hands have to offer. Time for us to get reacquainted, Lucky.”
Jackie blinked rapidly. This man was on demon time for real.
Antonio let her chin go. “Arms up, mama.” Jackie lifted her arms as he removed her dress, tossing it to the side. Jackie was totally naked. She looked down at Antonio, who still had on his shoes and slacks, his bulge straining against the material. He stepped out of his shoes, unbuckled his Gucci belt, and pulled his pants and boxers down. Jackie’s eyes admired what had to be the prettiest dick she’d ever seen—smooth, thick, not too big, with the perfect head and collection of rigid veins, perfect for hitting all her spots.
Antonio sat back down in the chair he’d pulled in front of her, fisting his dick, stroking slowly. “Get down from that table, Lucky. It’s time for you to go on a ride. Let’s see how many more times I can make you come.”
Jackie slid off the table and climbed onto Antonio’s lap. She rubbed her pussy, slick and wet, up and down his dick. “I don’t know, Ant. You might have already gotten all you can get from me tonight.” She reached between them, taking his dick in her hands and rubbing the tip up and down her warmth.
Antonio groaned. “Jackie, don’t play. I’ll fuck you like this. Nothing between us.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Antonio looked skeptical. “You sure? You on the pill or something?”
“An IUD,” Jackie said.
He tensed up as she continued rubbing. “I’m good too…I can show you my My Chart and shit.”
“I want to feel you, Antonio. All of—”
Before she could finish that sentence, Antonio grabbed the base of his dick and pushed inside her. The stretch was so delicious, so filling, Jackie threw her head back and just stilled, enjoying the fullness. She could have just stayed there, but she knew Antonio was going to make her come around his dick if it was the last thing he did.
His large hands gripped her ample ass and began pumping into her, moving her up and down his dick. “You got all of me, Jackie. Fuck… You just don’t know.”
“Prove it,” Jackie challenged as she began to rock her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Antonio grabbed Jackie by the neck, burying his head in her curves. “You feel so fucking good. So wet. So fucking wet.”
Jackie and Antonio went from slow, deliberate movements to furiously fucking in a matter of moments. They oscillated between those two modes all night—and well into the morning. True to his word, he pulled out more orgasms from Jackie than she could possibly count. Antonio, too, was wrung boneless. Jackie had sucked him dry, literally, after the last orgasm.
The rain was ending, and the only sound in the villa was their soft breathing. When she found herself reluctant to move to the bed from the stiff and too-small couch, Jackie knew she was in trouble. She was too comfortable in Antonio’s arms. She moved slightly, and he just held her closer.
Well, damn. She was definitely falling for this man, despite every good reason not to. Eventually, Jackie drifted off to sleep to the sound of Ant’s heartbeat.
