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It wasn’t long until I was screaming out his name. By the fourth climax, him holding my hips steady as he suckled my sensitive clit, I was turning and moving up the bed away from him. Not because I didn’t want more, but because I needed a break.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said with a slightly wicked laugh. He grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me back down towards him. “Ass up, head down,” he commanded.

I was already kind of tired, but I immediately did as he asked. First, I loved being told what to do during sex, and second? He had a tone to his voice that just made me want to dowhat he was asking. I stuck my ass in the air and lowered my head beside my arms.

“I like when you do what I say.” He grabbed me by the hips and sunk his full length into me. “Goddamn,” he yelled out. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”

I screamed out his name with a combination of pleasure and pain. I was uncomfortably full and needed to relax to get my body to cooperate. “Give me a minute,” I managed to get out. He pulled me back even further, adjusting me where he would go even deeper, and I gasped.

“I don’t think you need a minute, baby. I swear, you can take me. Show me how you can take my cock like a good girl. Take all of me.” And he pulled back and slammed inside me to the hilt again.

I gasped, almost falling over as he took the air from my lungs. But flutters of pure pleasure and desire were starting to take the place of any discomfort I’d felt. The way he talked to me turned me on so much that my body adjusted to his size quickly. “Oh, God,” I cried, arching my back and throwing my head back.

“That’s it. Fuck, baby. I’m watching your pretty cunt take all of me, and it’s enough to make me come already,” he groaned. He slammed into me a few more times before pulling out and covering my ass and back with rope after rope of his hot cum. “Fuck!” he yelled. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cum all over that gorgeous ass, Daisy.”

I almost came just from his filthy words. My lord. No one had ever talked to me like he did. Myers had tried to talk dirty, but he was nothing like Jack. And Jack’s dirty words turned me on so much. Myers’… hadn’t.

“Wait right there, beautiful.”

I felt him get off the bed and heard him running water in the sink. Then he was back and gently wiping me clean with a nice, soft washcloth. “Mmm. Thanks,” I said and practically collapsed into the soft, luxurious bedding of my new bed.

“Oh, baby. You’re not done.”

I turned and looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m not?” He shook his head with an evil grin. He looked so gorgeous, so unattainable—I couldn’t believe I was his for three months. And he was mine. Carmen said he hadn’t even blinked when he found out I wouldn’t be with him if he was going to continue to date while we were together.

“No way. You’re so fucking hot that I came way too fast. You didn’t even get to come. I’ll fix it.” The next thing I knew, he had pushed my thighs far apart, put his arms under my hips and lifted my ass towards his face. Then he buried his face in my pussy from that angle and ate me out yet again with a mindless determination that had me coming in minutes.

“Jack,” I cried out. “My God, Jack!” I screamed as he sucked me through my climax, making it last longer than I’d ever thought possible. He licked me gently until I’d stopped shaking, then flipped me onto my back.

He sat back on his heels and stared at me, a slow, sexy smile crossing that ridiculously attractive face of his. His cock was already hard and ready to go again. “Your fucking body. You were made for sex, baby.” He leaned over me, and put one of my legs over his shoulder as he entered me swiftly, thrusting deep inside me and making me cry out again. He stared into my eyes as he fucked me, moving smoothly, rhythmically, my hips in a dance of sorts with his as he pumped into me and I met him move for move.

“Oh. My. God.” I cried out as his cock hit that spot inside me on my inner wall that made me go crazy. It had never happened quite like this before, and my body felt like it exploded. I shattered, seeing bright lights and feeling things I’d never come close to feeling before.

When I finally started coming down, I realized both of my legs were now over his shoulders, my shoes still on and probably scratching his back. And my fingernails were digging into his large, hard biceps.

All the while, he thrust into me, going progressively harder, faster, until he yelled out my name loud enough for the wholecondo complex to hear.

And we collapsed together, sleeping hard.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Jack

I woke up with Daisy entangled in my arms, her soft to my hard, the perfect complement to each other. I stared at her while she slept cuddled up to me. She was so beautiful. Her hair, mussed from sex, was wild and spread out behind her on her pillow. Her lips, still plump from my rough kisses, looked inviting, parted just a little and rosy pink. And her body. My God, it felt amazing to wake up with her tits pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped with mine.

The covers were pulled low, and I could see almost all of her back. In fact, the sheets stopped right above her ass. I used my feet to work them down a bit without waking her. The globes of that perfect ass were soon uncovered, and I almost moaned with how much I wanted her. But I didn’t want to wake her yet. It would be nice to lay here with her for just a little while.

I’d fucked a lot of women. But I’d never slept with one. Not once had I allowed a woman to spend the entire night with me. When I was finished fucking her, I called her an Uber and sent her on her way. Then I’d left the condo in Salazar Heights and taken the elevator and a walkway over to Salazar Towers, where my penthouse was.

Grandma had told me a few times I should send flowers to my ‘dates’ as she called them. But I didn’t do it. Flowers seemed so… hopeful. Like there would be something more coming from me. Plus, what the hell did I say in the card? ‘Thanks for the fuck, it was nice knowing you?’ I was bad at small talk, but even I knew that was insulting.

So, I’d done nothing.

But this woman. She was different. I gently brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. I bent down to kiss those barely parted lips.

“Mmm,” she hummed, smiling a little. Her eyes flicked open, and I was startled all over again by just how green they were.

“Morning, beautiful,” I said softly.