Chapter Ten
Jack
I thought making Crystal get on her knees to suck my dick in that tight dress and those hot provocative glasses would be the sexiest thing we could do together.
But I was wrong, so wrong.
Making her moan while I was kissing her, torturing her until she started to shake, seeing her face at the peak of her arousal—that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life.
She's beautiful, so gorgeous that I completely lost my mind. Her curvy body is so tight in all the right places. And she's so incredibly sensitive: she reacts immediately to my slightest touch.
I've never seen a woman like her. Crystal Wilson is pure perfection. I almost feel guilty when I touch her just because of how forbidden it feels, like a devil pleasuring an angel who found herself in his claws by accident and doesn't know how to escape.
I rarely have sex with the same woman twice, let alone three times, but something deep down inside of my dark soul tells me that I won't get enough of her after our first time.
Or even after a couple of times.
Damn, I feel like I won't be able to let her go.
Ever.
When I place her on my bed, so tired and defenseless, she melts on my sheets, her eyes closed, and I pray for her not to fall asleep after what just happened.
Because I want to be inside of her right fuckingnow.
And I want it more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
For a couple of seconds, I just stare at her. Hair, which was tied on the top of her head in a bun, is now mussed. She lost her shoes somewhere while I was carrying her. Her dress is pulled up and rumpled, her glasses are off…
…And still she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She's so brave, so fearless; she was ready for anything I threw at her.
And yet I couldn't let my little lamb fight the wolf while I was near.
I don't know why I'm not able to watch her fight for herself, for her ideas, for her beliefs. Is it because I instantly get sensitive to other people's feelings?
No, I don't think so. It's because of who I'm fighting for.
I can't believe I only met her just recently. It seems to me like we've known each other forever, like I've waited my whole life for these intimate moments with her.
She opens her eyes. Her gaze is blurred, something between the urge to fight and a sweet desire to succumb to temptation.
"I want you," I declare and slowly start unbuttoning my shirt.
She says nothing, just licks her upper lip with the tip of her tongue and then gently bites her lower lip, staring up at me.
Everything this woman does makes me ache, and my cock jumps, reminding me of its needs.
"If you stay, we'll stick to my rules," I demand, trying not to show her how much her little movements turn me on. "I will take you in every way I want, for as long as I want, and we stop only when I say we're done."
I take off my shirt, throwing it on the floor and exposing my naked torso for her gaze.
Her eyes slowly travel from my chest and then lower, down to my abs.
She explores my body shamelessly, biting her lip harder and digging her fingers into the sheets while watching me.
I never cared before what women think about how I look. I always knew I could get any woman I wanted because of how rich and powerful I am.