The spasms ripped through her, her skin chilling, her pulse racing. When they finally slowed, she was panting against his gorgeous hair.
"See?" She took a shallow breath. "I knew you wouldn’t...leave me hanging."
"Not in this lifetime." He grinned. "And we’re not even close to finished yet." In record time, he freed her of her shoes, jeans and panties, and sat down on the couch with her in his lap. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.
"I’ve said this before, sugar, but your nipples are like candy." He sucked on one, then the other.
Icy tingles danced across her flesh. His mouth was so sexy. His lips suckling her was a delicious sight. His cock pulsed under her. He was ready again.
Though it took great effort, she pulled her nipple from his mouth and slid downward. She could gaze at his sculpted chest forever. She lowered her mouth and kissed his chest, swirling her tongue first over one coppery nipple, then the other. She licked him and caressed him with her tongue.
"Nice, sugar."
"You’re gorgeous, Jack."
He groaned, then lifted her hips and set her on his cock. She inched downward, taking every sweet centimeter of him.
She sighed. So good. "Thought...you wanted me under you."
"This’ll do for now."
"Yes. It. Will."
She sat up and sank down farther, until he was balls deep, and she swore part of his cock was reaching her soul.
She lifted her hips, and then took him even deeper. She started slowly but soon quickened her pace and rode him with an impassioned vengeance, her boobs jiggling, her body throbbing. He grabbed a nipple in his mouth as she rode him. He nipped her, sucked her, and she cried out when her orgasm exploded inside her.
Still she rode, her walls tightening, taking him hard and fast as her convulsions continued.
"You’re so tight, sugar." His voice came in breathless pants. "I’m gonna come now. Take all of me." He grabbed her hips and slammed her down upon his cock. Her sensitive walls felt every pulse of his climax. She caressed his chest, placing her palm over his heart as it beat in time with his release.
She lifted her gaze and met his dark eyes. They burned with passion.
He smiled.
She smiled back.
No words were necessary.
But as she laid her cheek against his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against her ear, her conscience resurfaced, and her eyes misted.
The end was near.
Chapter Eleven
"What are we gonna do today, Daddy?"
Jack tossed the skillet with a flick of his wrist, and the pancake he was frying flipped over perfectly.
"Can you do that with an omelet?" Holly asked, smiling.
"Never tried it."
"My daddy can do anything." Sam beamed proudly, his missing front tooth making his smile all the more loveable.
"I’m sure he can," Holly agreed, then turned to wink at Jack.
He winked back. "Haven’t had too many complaints about my skills."