Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(47)

He held her up, pressing his lower body against her, and made quick work of one glove. Once she had one hand free, she took care of the other while he was busy getting rid of her T-shirt. All the pent-up desire that had accumulated sparring was spiraling out of control and he couldn’t wait to have her.

“Floor,” he growled, lowering them both to the mat and stripping her of her pants, her scent filling his nostrils.

She was wet, the moisture dripping from her smooth * lips. She wanted him. Badly. Good, because he was dying to f*ck her. But before, he needed her taste on him.

“I love that your * is bare. I would have taken care of it myself if it wasn’t,” he said hoarsely, spreading her legs, watching as her inner folds fluttered.

“You’ll get to wax my * the day I get to shave your balls with a rusty knife, sunshine.” Her breath was labored, her voice choppy, but she gave him attitude. She was creaming for him and giving him attitude. So damn sexy.

“Fuck yourself against my mouth. Show me how much you want me.”

“Stop talking and lick me,” she ordered.

He loved her fire. Her hand was buried in his hair and she arched her back, lifting her hips to get him deeper.

Not shy, his pet.

He placed his hands on her inner thighs, immobilizing her legs and raked his teeth over her mound, teasing her entrance with his tongue. “Show me your tits.”

“Jack—“ she let out impatiently.

“If you want head, you’ll show me your tits. Play with your nipples. You stop, I stop.”

“Control freak,” she muttered, but she lifted her bra and staring at him defiantly, pinched the hard tips, her whole body jerking, her * contracting.

Fuck, such a turn-on. His woman open for him to do as he pleased, whimpering from need. Drenched. Touching herself.

He ate her out with a desperation that he himself didn’t understand, sucking her plushy folds and working her gorgeous clit, using his fingers to stretch her, while she moaned and bucked against his face, stroking her tits, liquid heat flooding her *.

He would have loved to make her spill in his mouth and make her beg for him to let her come, but he couldn’t pull that stunt off. Couldn’t wait a second more, so he yanked his pants down and loomed over her.

He needed to be inside her when she exploded. Deep inside her. Feeling her orgasm in every inch of his cock.

She seemed to agree. Grabbing handfuls of him, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, crying out as he rammed inside her, her taut flesh bathing him in instant heat.

“Fuck me hard,” she demanded against his ear. “Make me come.”

God, she was his wet dream come true. Her core was extremely tight, but she was taking all of him. And asking for more.

Pressing his hand against her ass, he obliged her and pushed in and out, giving her his cock again and again, so deep inside he could feel her heartbeat.

She gripped his hair and pulled his head up, looking him straight in the eye. “When we’re done,” she let out in broken pants, withstanding his savage thrusts, “you can go back to doing as you want; until then, I’m the only one who f*cks you. I’m the only one who touches you. Are we clear?”

Fuck. Throwing his words back at him while taking his cock. Jack had to grit his teeth not to blow on the spot, especially as she lost it and came, her * clutching him so hard it left him without breath.

He needed a bit of distance or she was going to drag him with her. And he didn’t want this to finish, not yet.

While she was still orgasming, he got out of the boxing ring and, pulling her by her legs, yanked her to the edge, her ass in midair.

“Hold on to the ropes. This is going to be a rough ride.”

And it was. He took her hard while she moaned and thrashed, giving as good as she got, making her explode again before letting go and coming himself.

He wasn’t sure how—heck he might have blacked out, but when he floated back to reality, they were both sprawled inside the boxing ring, bathed in sweat. His throat felt raw and he couldn’t move. Jesus, having sex with Elle got better and better.

“I know you don’t know shit about me, but you need to understand I don’t cheat. Ever.” He didn’t get cheating. Despised cheaters. A man who couldn’t pledge himself to a woman and maintain his promise was not a man, but a spineless moron. “If I had a wife, I would sleep every night by her side. I would never stray.”

“Good to know,” she whispered.

“I have experience with kids because since the day Ronnie was born, I cared for her. There wasn’t a responsible adult around, so I learned pretty fast.”

They were seven years apart. He’d fed her, clothed her. Read to her and corrected her homework. Looked after her. Taken all the beatings himself to make sure nothing happened to her. Stayed in that hellhole of a home for years and years so that he could protect her, until he’d been old enough and had enough resources to take her with him.

“You grew up together?” Elle asked, surprise and dread and fear marring her face. “In the same place where you got those burns?”

Jack nodded. “I made sure she never got any.”

“And your dad?”

“Small-time crook. Not better than the guys that came after, or Ronnie’s dad, who bailed out before she was born.”

“Bailing out on your pregnant woman. Very classy. A real stand-up dude.”