"JJ," she breathes. The air between us turns thick with erotic intent. "JJ." Her voice breaks. "Jack… please." She thrusts her breasts up so the tips of her pebbled nipples jut out from under the thin camisole top she’s wearing.
"What do you want, girl?" I force myself to deliver the words in a voice that comes out in an almost normal tone. ‘Almost’ being the operative term. Because I’m quickly losing my grip on the control I’ve held onto for most of my life. The control I drew on to stare down the boys on the street from the rival gang. The control I needed to not cry out when my best friend knifed me and took off with my money. The control I’d sought when I rose through the ranks in the organized crime syndicate I joined. The control I drew around myself in order to commit the crimes needed to get to the top. The very control I leaned on to transition my business from the Kane company to that of Kane Enterprises. The control that threatens to snap when I stare deeply into her honey-gold eyes. I’m losing myself in them… In her. I’m so close to burying myself in her and not letting go for a very long time. And when she calls me by my first name, I’ll do anything for her.Anything.
"Girl?" I cup her cheek. "Tell me what you need."
"You, Jack, I want every filthy, erotic thing you can do to me."
A fierce sensation coils in my chest. My belly hardens, pinpricks of heat tighten at the base of my spine, and I brush my lips over hers. "Your wish is my command." I kiss her more gently than I intended to. With my mouth, I worship hers. With my fingers, I draw back the hair from her features, then plant my hips in between her legs. I lower my weight into her body, and the softness, the give, the sheer surrender of her body takes me by surprise. Her submission is implicit in the curve of her hips, the way she opens her mouth to mine. How she sighs as I slide my tongue over hers, and allows me to suckle her honeyed sweetness is my undoing. I release her lips, then tug her camisole up and over her head. I toss it aside, bend and suck on one ripe nipple.
"Jack," she moans, and fuck if that doesn’t make me hornier. I turn my attention to her other nipple, while I squeeze the first one. I tweak her nipple and her entire body jolts. "Oh, god, that feels so good."
I glance up at her, then massage both breasts before I pinch her nipples. She wriggles and makes those little noises that tell me she's aroused. "You like that, little girl?"
She nods.
"Your breasts are so sensitive." I massage them, run my fingers around the rims of her areolae, and her face flushes. She rises up, trying to get closer, and I chuckle. "What’s the hurry? We have the entire night, don’t we?"
She scowls. "Stop teasing me, JJ."
"Oh, it’s JJ now, is it?" I slide down her body, then shove her yoga pants and her panties down her hips. Rising up to my knees, I pull them down her legs and off her feet gently. I drop them to the side, then raise her bandaged foot and kiss her ankle. Goosebumps rise on her skin. I press little kisses up her slim calf to the inside of her knee. When I turn my face into the soft skin there, she sighs. I continue to feather kisses up her thigh. She squirms and tries to pull away, but I grip her hip and stop her. I bury my nose in her pussy and inhale deeply. She shivers. "JJ, please," she whines. "Please, please, please."
"Please what, little girl?" I blow lightly on her cunt and her entire body jolts.
"Omigod, will you fuck me already?”
38
Lena
Did I just say that? I said that.That needy, demanding voice was mine. It’s what this man does to me. He knows exactly how to turn me on, and yet, withholds what I want until I’m on the verge of spontaneously combusting. I reach down to touch my clit, but he brushes away my hand.
"You will not touch yourself, little girl."
"But why not?"
"Because this pussy belongs to me." He glares up at me. I shiver. And here I thought he was going all tender on me. Well, he is, but at his core, he’s still the demanding, dominating alphahole I fell in hate with.
Without taking his gaze off of me, he swipes his tongue up my pussy lips.
"Oh, my god!" My eyes roll back in my head. I pant and moan, then bite my lips to stop any more embarrassing noises from escaping.
"Hold on to the headboard," he orders.
I do. I throw my arms up and hold onto the headboard just before he swoops down and begins to eat me out in earnest. No preamble, no warning. He shoves his tongue inside my pussy, then grinds his heel into my clit. Sensations detonate up my spine. I writhe and groan. I throw my head back and bring my thighs together around his head. I know I’m smothering him, but damn if I can help it. He flicks his tongue in and out of me, then flicks the swollen nub of my clit. My nerve endings all seem to fire at once. I arch my back and contort my body, trying to get away from him even as I shove my pelvis up, chasing that wicked tongue of his that’s bringing me so much pleasure.
"Jack, please, make me come. Please, Jack."
I sense his growl vibrate through my pussy lips. He rubs on my clit and curls his tongue inside, doing something that sets waves of liquid heat sloshing up my belly. The sensations gather speed and shoot up my spine, and just like that, I shatter. As I float back to Earth, I’m aware of him licking at my slit, cleaning up my cum. Heat flushes my cheeks. I raise heavy eyelids to find him looking up at me. He raises his head, and in a gesture that mirrors mine but, somehow, seems so much dirtier, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. He hitches his arms under my knees and shoves them up near my ears. He settles between my legs and the blunt head of his cock nudges my opening.
"I’m going to fuck you now, girl."
Before I can react, he plunges forward and into me. It’s as if a missing part of me has slotted into place. Intense sensations shudder out from the point of our joining. He holds my gaze, and it’s so hot, so erotic. So very JJ. He doesn’t hesitate. Simply pulls out, then thrusts into me with enough force that the entire bed jolts. I slide up the bed and my head would have banged into the headboard; except he’s released my knee and slapped his palm between the top of my head and the hard surface of the headboard. He rises slightly on his knees, then grits his teeth. "Let me in, girl," he growls.
"You’re in," I gasp out.
"I’m barely halfway there."
I laugh. "That’s what you said the last—" I cry out when he sinks in another inch. I groan.