Broken Wings (A Romantic Suspense)(57)

He stops.

“Ellie, we don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re married, now. I don’t want anything between us. Just tonight. Please.”

Jack rises up onto his knees and peels of his jacket and shirt, throws them on the floor, and kneels there, his still-hard cock throbbing and jutting at me, his perfect body oiled with sweat. I jump up and lick his chest, salty on my tongue.

“Jesus, Ellie!”

I look up at him and he quickly undoes my bra and pulls it away. He cups my breasts in his hands, pushes me down, and takes my nipple in his mouth. I wrap my legs around him and let him suck and swirl and squeeze with his lips, heat spreading through my body and growing into a furnace between my legs. I grind my * against him.

“My underwear has a slit in the front so you can f*ck me with them on. Do you want to?”

“Yes. You look so f*cking hot in those stockings.”

My heart flutters. Jack fists his hand in my hair and kisses me, on the lips, on the cheek, on my throat.

“So beautiful,” he purrs. “So goddamn beautiful. Ellie, I love you. I love you forever.”

“I love you, Jack.”

Startled, he lifts his head up and stares at me. His openmouthed look of surprise melts into a supremely pleased smile, and he whoops with joy and kisses me again. It’s infectious, irresistible. I hug him and burst into tears, sobbing.

“Ellie? Jesus, are you okay—”

“Yes, please, don’t stop. Take me, Jack. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m not broken.”

“You’re not broken,” he says softly.

“Then show me.”

He grins.

Then he jerks back up into a kneeling position, grabs my hips, and flips me on my stomach with all his strength. He hooks his hands and pulls me onto my knees, my ass up in the air, and I rise on all fours. He works his finger into the slit in my underwear and then into my body, curling it down and rubbing me from the inside.

I buck back against him, riding his finger. I want him inside me. He shifts on the bed behind me, straddling my feet. I look over at the mirror and watch his cock disappear, swallowed up by my throbbing * until he slams home in a single thrust. I feel his f*cking balls slap my clit.

He doesn’t stop, he f*cks. I can only stand to hold myself up on my elbows for a few seconds before I flop down on the bed, my ass up in the air, Jack hammering into me, filling me, shocks running through my body with each thrust.

Jack slows. I turn a little and look over my shoulder.

“Why are you—”

He doesn’t answer. He pulls out of me, throws my hips to the side, and grabs my arms. He rolls me onto my back, falls on top of me, and thrusts into me all at once without even needing to use his hand to guide his cock inside me. I arch against him on the bed and writhe as he thrusts in full-body motions, his chest gliding against mine. The whole bed rocks with it.

I spread my legs out, spread eagle on the bed, and Jack puts his arms around me. He grunts, “Ellie, Ellie,” in my ear, shaking every time he thrusts fully inside me. He holds his cock deep within me, grinding against my body. My legs stretch out and my toes curl back. I want to snap my thighs around him but I want him to move, f*ck me full force, so I hold them down, the tension an agony in my muscles that builds with every thrust, every groping touch of his hands, every touch of his lips and tongue on my face.

I kiss him hard, grab his head, and hold him to me, tasting his tongue and lips as he feels me. My jaw starts to quiver and I can’t kiss anymore, I can’t control my lips. Jack presses his forehead to mine and grabs my hands. He threads his fingers through my right and holds my left by the wrist, pinning them to the bed. My legs start to pull up, and I can’t stop them. My feet flop in the air, my toes twitching and curling forward and back.

He’s so big, not just inside me, all over. All this furious energy flowing into me, pressing me down, consuming me. I feel so small and vulnerable, and I like it.

My hand squeezes his. My body squeezes his. Jack’s body arches as he pushes into me, and I feel him slow, straining to hold back. I buck my hips and grind against him, and he comes at me again full force, rocking the bed. My legs curl up and I want to wrap my arms around him, but he’s got them pinned.

I cry his name as he thrusts into me and explodes, throbbing inside me. My head lolls back and the grind of his body against mine drives me over the edge, and I start to quiver under him, pinned down. My legs kick in the air, the only part of my body I can freely move.

Oh God, I can’t take this. Everything that came before is a pale shadow of the fire and ice tearing through my body. He lets go of my hands and I hold him so hard, digging my nails into his back, crushing his hips between my legs. Don’t let go of me, don’t let go.

His cock, still hard and thick inside me as I come, drives me wild. His face is a slack mask of pleasure, his body quivering as I squeeze him.

My legs and arms fall onto the bed and I feel like I’m spreading out into a puddle under him. He starts to move and I muster the energy to flop my arm on his back.

“Don’t yet. Keep it in.”

Jack, breathing hard, lies on me. He shifts himself a little to take the weight off my chest, resting on his arms, and stares at me. He moves his hips and I squeak. I put my arms around him and he embraces me. I love this. It feels like we share one body.