Before I go back to the endless grind, I sense this might be the best night of my life.
I have to savor every fucking second.
“I’ll be gentle.”
Chapter 22
Morgan
Iam tired of my virginity defining who I am. I’m over it being my value.
Now that I have no control in my life, this is the one thing that’s mine. My choice. For the first time, the mere thought of sex doesn’t feel reckless. It feels intentional. Like I’m stepping forward instead of tripping.
Jack grips my shorts and pulls them down in one swoop. I’m wearing black see-through panties. I felt guilty ordering them, but not wearing them. Not for Jack.
I hope he likes them.
He doesn’t say, just slinks them off and moves over my body, his gaze studying every inch of me like I’m a work of art. Maybe he’s memorizing it, this version of me.
The moment his lips meet my nipple, I inhale sharply. He sucks with fervor while kneading the flesh, as if he has been dying to do so. I like it. He switchesbreasts and flicks his tongue on the peak. The mix of stimulation is new and thrilling.
“Do you think my nipples are too big?” I ask abruptly, something I’ve always felt self-conscious about.
He looks at me like I’m insane.
“Don’t do that,” he murmurs. “Any guy would lose his mind over this body.”
He says it like a rule. Like something I should have been taught a long time ago.
He nibbles and pulls on my taut flesh with his teeth, causing heat to bloom in my hips. I gasp softly. My body responds to this man’s every touch, and I slip more into my skin.
As if he’s savoring it, he takes his time drifting down my stomach with his lips, kissing, licking, and biting along the way.
I shiver as I watch him. It’s both uncomfortable and exhilarating letting someone see me like this. Even when his mouth returns to my slit like in the car, it feels more intimate. It’s not rushed. It’s like he enjoys it, slowly dragging his tongue up and down the sensitive skin.
And he doesn’t hesitate. He moves with confidence. Somehow, he knows what my body needs.
Gently, Jack slides his finger inside my entrance and caresses my walls. I clench hard when he touches that certain spot.
I catch him smirking at my reaction.
He massagesthere, watching my face.
Soon, I reflexively roll my hips. While his tongue expertly tantalizes my clit, the combined sensation rockets me to a climax.
My eyes close and I moan, raw and ethereal.
When my thighs unclamp, he doesn’t smile, but he gives a firm smack on the outside of my thigh.
“That’s my girl.”
His girl.
I shudder. The words settle somewhere deep. A dream... him claiming me in my barest form, stripped of the things people usually want. No money, power, or getting closer to God.
He just wants me.
The bed shifts as he kneels between my legs, his cock fisted in his hand.
