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When she couldn’t bend any more, he pulled back and abruptly withdrew. His hand released her thigh and her foot lowered to the ground, her body slipping off the last inch of the seat. She squatted, feet on the floor, keeping her back to the cushion of the chair, and watched as he stripped off his shirt and toed off his shoes and socks.

Shucking his pants and briefs, he kicked them aside and stepped in front of her. “Open your mouth.”

Trigger identified. Her sex flooded with arousal as she parted her lips wide and he filled her mouth. His strong fingers caught her wrists and lifted them, pressing her hands into the seat and bringing her breasts up.

He again leaned over her as he forced his cock deep, gliding over her tongue as she sucked and moaned. “Such a good girl when it comes to doing naughty things, aren’t you, peach?”

She moaned and he pressed deeper.

“Swallow. Let me feel your throat close over me.” Forcing her throat to contract, he groaned and dipped in and out. “You have an incredible mouth. Swallow again.”

She noted the moment his control quivered. His hands tightened on her wrists as he leaned farther over her, blocking out the light of the room. He f*cked her mouth hard and she loved every second of it. There was no fear that he might think her a whore or tell his friends how slutty she behaved. There was only a sense of total freedom to give over and be who she truly was.

His cock pulsed and he immediately withdrew from her mouth. Her neck extended, wanting more. He released her arms. “Roll over.”

Tenderly, despite his urgent need, he assisted her onto her knees and guided her arms to the cushion of the chair. Kneeling behind her, he filled her in a solid thrust and her body rocked forward.

His stamina was commendable. He pounded into her so long her strength waned. Sweat clung to her body, making her arms and belly slick as his flesh pressed to hers. His fingers dug into her ass and when she shut her eyes and let him go, he slapped her behind hard.

Her head reared up on a gasp and he smacked her ass again. “Am I boring you, peach?”

“No, Sir. Just tiring me out.”

His cock thrust hard and remained buried inside her as he slowly rotated his hips. “You came in here, tempting and lovely. Did you expect me not to take what you offered? You should understand what your body is saying, peach.”

He withdrew and thrust deep, his balls smacking into her clit as his hips snapped forward. “I understand. I wasn’t complaining, Sir.”

He whipped his hips forward again. “I didn’t think you were.” His hands gathered her hair into a ponytail and pulled. “Allow me to help you keep this head up.”

He tugged and her shoulders lifted, her neck stretching as the new angle deepened his thrusts. She cried out every time he penetrated her, until soon she could only breathe his name with each thrust. “Jude. Jude. Jude . . .”

He cursed and suddenly her body was empty and she was turned to face him again. “Open your mouth.”

Her body again reacted as she parted her lips and stared at him. His fist pulled over his hard flesh rapidly as he grunted. His hand gripped a handful of her hair and angled her head back as a ribbon of come spattered onto her tongue. Another landed across her lips and jaw, sliding slowly down her heated flesh.

He exhaled and shivered, his hand gradually loosening in her hair. She looked at him and deliberately licked her lips, savoring the taste of his spent lust. His fingers gently cupped her chin, his thumb collecting a drop and feeding it into her mouth. She tenderly sucked his thumb and moaned. He used another finger to catch another drizzle and dipped the digit deep into her mouth, feeding it over her tongue.

As exhausted as her body was, she could take him all over again. That was how sexy she found this sort of attention. No one had ever met her dark desires to the degree he had, and it was only day two.

When his finger left her mouth for the last time, he smiled at her. “I want you to rest, Collette. We’ll have lunch and then you’ll retire to your room until three.”

She desperately wanted to nap, her body needing the time to recuperate. “Thank you, Sir.”

He nodded. “I think today we’ll eat in the dining room so I can stare at your naked body a bit more.”

She wanted him to be naked too. He had a very nice form and she’d nearly fallen off the treadmill yesterday while watching him lift free weights. “Yes, Sir.”

He continued to smile at her, his eyes showing the expression more than his mouth, as usual. “Go ahead and get everything ready. I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.”

He helped her rise and did a quick inspection of her body. “Your knees are a bit red. Before tending to me, take care of yourself and put some lotion on your legs. I don’t want your skin damaged or sore.”

His attention to her personal care and comfort again disarmed her. “Yes, Sir,” she rasped, and went to do as he instructed.





Chapter Seven


“How’s it going?” Ezra asked as he lingered in the library.

Jude put the contracts aside for later and sighed. “I keep having sex with her.”

His friend laughed.

“Will you quiet down, she’s resting.”

“I bet she is,” Ezra joked, then lifted a brow at her clothing still occupying the chair. “How cute. I remember when we were in this stage, folded clothes, neatly left in a perfect pile.”