Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
He roars like a wild beast set loose, launching himself at me. He lands face first between my legs, licking me from top to bottom. I shout his name, my hips jolting from the bed as a blast of pleasure rips through me hot and fast.
"Fucking delicious little cunt," he snarls, batting my clit with his tongue as I sob and cling to the sheets, holding on for dear life. Jack is a wild man. I always knew that…but he proves it now. He eats me like he has no manners, loud and messy and so damn good.
His tongue circles my entrance before he thrusts it inside, fucking me with it. He forces it deep, like he's trying to taste every inch of me inside and out. His nose presses against my clit. He takes the opportunity and grinds it against me, adding to the onslaught of pleasure roaring through my veins.
The whole time, he mutters and growls and curses, grinding his hips against the bed like he's searching for relief. It's like a switch flipped and funny, ridiculous Jack has gone feral in the most delicious way possible.
"Fucking come, Madison," he growl, swatting my clit. "Let me have it."
I shout in surprise as that little spank sends a shock of pleasure through me. Why does that feel good? Why do I love it?
He does it again, a little harder this time.
I come on his tongue, splintering into tiny fragments of bliss. Stars pop and fizzle behind my eyelids, blood rushing in my ears in a torrent of sound.
"Goddamn," Jack growls from between my legs, crawling up over my body. "I need to feel that on my cock, baby." He kisses me long and deep, and I taste myself on his lips. I moan into the kiss, aching in a way I never have before. I want him in a way I don't think I've ever wanted anything, not even justice.
"Jack," I whisper. "I need you."
"You already have me." He kisses my cheeks, my eyelids, lacing our fingers together as he draws them up over my head. My legs wrap around his waist, his erection nudging at my entrance. "I'm right here, Madison."
"I need you inside me."
"I will be inside you. When I decide." He nips my shoulder before returning to my mouth. For a long time, he holds himself completely still, kissing me softly, sweetly, like he has all night.
I whimper, writhing beneath him as he slowly pushes forward, sinking into me inch by torturously slow inch. He doesn't stop kissing me, doesn't let go of my hands. He just inches forward, completely surrounding me. The rest of the world ceases to exist in this moment. It's just me and Jack.
"You feel that, Madison?" he rasps against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. "Feel how full you are right now?"
"Yes," I sob.
"You were made to take me, baby. Every inch is yours."
I whimper, rocking my hips in a bid to take more. It doesn't hurt. It feels…God, it feels like finding a little slice of heaven. One more beautiful than I expected. One more profound than anticipated.
How am I ever going to guard my heart against him when I'm pretty sure it's been his for seven years?
There's a tiny pinch, so fleeting it barely registers, before he slides all the way inside. His hips come to rest against mine.
"It's you and me now, baby," he breathes, brushing his lips against my shoulder. "Just you and me."
My inner muscles clench around him in response.
"Fuck," he groans. "Do that again."
I do it again.
He bites my shoulder this time, easing out slightly before thrusting forward.
I tug against his hold, desperate to get my hands on him.
"Nah, Madison. Just like this," he murmurs. "I want you nice and slow until you're ready to come all over me again."
"Jack, please."
"Begging won't save you." He pulses his hips, fucking me exactly like he said—nice and slow. Shallow. It's torture of the best kind. His body is a cage around me. He gives me just enough to make me crazy, but not enough to get me there. It's a merciless dance, one he controls entirely.
"You're t-torturing me," I sob.
"No. I'm fucking you," he corrects, dragging my nipple through his teeth. "My way. My speed. Until you crack. That's what I want, Madison. I want you to crack. I want you crazy. I want you so fucking desperate, you can't imagine not having me inside you."
I already can't imagine it. His body was made for mine, or mine was made for him. We were made for this. We fit together like we were always supposed to be here. And it feels so fucking good.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Jack."
"Not yet," he breathes against my skin, continuing his torment. Slow and shallow. Gliding into me and then pulling back. Again and again and again until I'm dizzy and sobbing, frantic with the need to come. It bubbles under my skin, erupting in a cry of surrender as I give myself over to him entirely. Every damn piece of me, body and soul.