Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(37)

He trailed the tips of his fingers along her folds, caressing her entrance and then her clit, making her jump as he spread her moisture. “I didn’t give you what you deserved outside the club. You didn’t get any foreplay and yet you took me.”

He leaned over and put his mouth on her open core, taking a deep swipe.

She jerked at the rough contact, but he tightened his grip.

“Fucking sweet, pet. You washed me off. You don’t taste like me.”

She cleared her throat. “You would have wanted to eat me out covered with your semen?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’d rather lick your juices, but I like your * dripping with my cum. Let’s remedy this. As soon as you spill on my tongue, I’ll f*ck you and fill you up again. Take you so hard you’ll be sore for a week.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the image in her brain that his words created, or his breath slamming against her core, but a jolt of pleasure tore through her. Still, she had to provoke him. Had to. It was ingrained in her. “Promises, promises. You should talk less and go down to business, Borg. Before I fall asleep on you.”

That look on his face, so male, so sure of himself, shot straight to her clit, making her core convulse.

He ate her out the same way he kissed, hard and deep and thoroughly. No mercy. Raking his teeth on her sensitive folds, licking every inch of her, tonguing her entrance and sucking her clit. Making her so hot she could barely stand it.

“Oh God.” She lifted her hips and pushed herself against him, her hands grabbing the bars of the headboard and using it for leverage while Jack worked her ruthlessly until the pleasure was too overwhelming and she went over.

She was still orgasming when he flipped her on her stomach and raised her hips.

So that was the price for oral. She tried to rise up. “Jack. Face-to-face.”

“I know you are not too crazy about this position, but I will make it work for you.” And before she could say anything, he pushed inside her, knocking the wind out of her. “Like this, I can get so deep you’ll feel every inch of me.”

He was not kidding. God, he was huge; even after coming in his mouth and being soft and ready, it was a tight fit. He moved slow but relentlessly until he was buried balls-deep in her and his cock was nudging her womb. She was going to complain that very instant, but she couldn’t find her voice, busy as she was moaning.

“Fucking perfect, pet,” he said, dipping his hand and touching her clit while she fisted the sheets, groaning into them. “You will come for me.”

She shook her head defiantly. If she could stop trembling it would have been more convincing.

Jack chuckled softly. Full of arrogance. “Yes you will, I can already feel your * gripping me greedily, trying to suck me in deeper. Your clit is throbbing. You will come for me in this position. In any position I choose. Milk my cock and make me blow.”

He f*cked her hard and fast, her whole body shaking with his powerful thrusts, but when she was about to orgasm, he stopped and hauled her upright to her knees, her back against his chest.

“Do not come.” He stayed still, pulsing inside her, and moved his hand to her clit, rubbing it gently. “Not yet, pet.”

What? Jesus, could the guy make up his mind?

“Coming or not coming on command is not a skill I’ve acquired.” Actually, anything on command was a no-go with her.

“You’ll acquire it with me,” he said, immobilizing her hips so that she couldn’t force his hand. “And no more twerking.”

She spoke in choppy pants. “Twerking is great for strengthening the pelvis muscles. I’d rather avoid the future possibility of peeing on myself when I sneeze, if it’s all the same to you.”

“And I’d rather avoid the possibility of ending up in prison for beating the shit out of the guys coming on to you. You want to twerk, twerk for me, pet. Like now. Try to buck me off.”

He pushed her back down and resumed pounding into her. She tried dislodging him, but the more she thrashed, the stronger his clutch and the hotter she got, until she was trembling and about to come and then the bastard stopped again.

He lifted her upper body to his again and fisting her braids, pulled her head to the side, trailing kisses on her neck. “Get rid of the braids, pet. I want to sink my fingers in your hair. I want it all over me as I f*ck you.”

She was shaking, but she got the words out as steady as possible. “Magic word?”

“Wiseass.”

“Wrong.”

“You take them out, I’ll make it worth your while.”

It wasn’t a “please,” but it was close enough. Not that she could think about it when all the nerve endings of her body were on fire. “I might be more agreeable if you, I don’t know, let me frigging come?”

He had the balls to let out a bark similar to a laugh. “Not yet,” he repeated.

“Stop f*cking me so good then.” Her belligerent side urged her to disobey, but there was another part of her that wanted to please him and prove that she could control herself.

“Huge payoff if you do.”

God only knew how, she managed to suppress her burning urge to climax.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he caressed her gently. Then he pushed her down and went back at pounding into her.

“Jack…” she choked out. Her whole body was quaking; she needed so badly to come she was almost hurting.