slowly worked her shorts down her thighs to her calves then finally to the floor. The hot musk of her aroused sex swirled around them. “I love the smell of your pussy,” he said roughly, caressing the cradle of her hips with his thumbs. Drawing her toward him, he dropped to his knees, tilted her hips, and splayed her thighs. “Your pussy is glistening with want, Stevie.” He glanced up at her and smiled. “I have missed this.” He brought her hips to his lips and softly pressed his nose to her soft damp curls. She shuddered as her clitoris constricted. Lightly he kissed it. She nearly came.
“Lick me, Jack,” she begged before she realized what she did.
“It would be my pleasure.” He slid his tongue along the slick swollen seam of her. Her thighs tightened around him as a slow moan eased from her lips. God, she’d missed him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
E very decent part of him told Jack to stop. That he was taking advantage of Stevie’s weakness for him. That just like before, when another door opened, he’d walk out of her life. This time she might hunt him down and kill him.
But he’d longed for her all these years. The ache so deep it kept him away. He could no longer ignore it. Wouldn’t, even if he wanted to. He was done waiting, done wanting, done needing to feel her around him again. Now he would touch her. Taste her. Consume her.
Damn the repercussions.
She was so damn sweet, so damn hot, so damn wet, and fuck—Stevie rubbed her slick swollen folds against his face—so damn hungry for him. Soft hesitant moans of pleasure escaped her lips as if she were trying not to enjoy what he was doing. He smiled as he drilled his tongue deep into her sweltering cunt, squeezing her ass cheeks as she squirmed against him.
It would take an army to pull him off her now. He was too far gone. He was starved for her. There would be no savoring. Not this time; this time was about filling the emptiness inside. He could not devour her fast enough.
Slow, deep, hard, he ravaged her eager pussy. Twirling his tongue around her sensitive clit, he licked and sucked it until it was as stiff as he was. He slid his hands down around the bottom of her ass and caressed the rosebud of her anus.
“Jack,” she breathed, as she shivered from the sensation.
Her entire body trembled under his assault. He loved the taste of her flushed, salty skin. He wanted her to come in his mouth, in his hand, around his dick. It was his turn to tremble. He wanted everything she was willing to give to him and he wanted to take what she wasn’t.
He dipped a finger into her hot box as he suckled her clit. “Jack,” she cried just as her hips bucked against him. In a wild shuddering episode, she came in his mouth. Expertly he continued to suckle her, gentling the pressure and the velocity of his thrusting finger as she rode out the orgasm. When the convulsions turned to quiet tremors, her body loosened, hanging limp from the chains, her breaths so shallow and forced; he wasn’t sure if she was going to survive.
When he gently released his lips and finger from her, she moaned, but didn’t move. Standing, he caught his breath as a hard lump formed in his throat.
“Jesus,” he softly swore. Her long sensuous body hung taut, breathless, and glistening, from the heavy chain connecting the bag to the ceiling beam. The concave skin of her belly was smooth and dewy. Her smooth mound with just a hint of damp curls glistened with his saliva and her sweat, and for the love of God, her sweet pink sex was so engorged it looked painful. Her head was thrown back, her lips swollen, her eyes closed. Her nostrils flared slightly as she slowly licked her lips. Jack swallowed again and took a step back. Every part of his brain told him to walk away, but everything south of it wanted to tear her apart.
Swiping his hand across his face, he took another step back. His cock throbbed painfully in his tightened trousers. He knew he should cut her loose
“Lick me, Jack,” she begged before she realized what she did.
“It would be my pleasure.” He slid his tongue along the slick swollen seam of her. Her thighs tightened around him as a slow moan eased from her lips. God, she’d missed him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
E very decent part of him told Jack to stop. That he was taking advantage of Stevie’s weakness for him. That just like before, when another door opened, he’d walk out of her life. This time she might hunt him down and kill him.
But he’d longed for her all these years. The ache so deep it kept him away. He could no longer ignore it. Wouldn’t, even if he wanted to. He was done waiting, done wanting, done needing to feel her around him again. Now he would touch her. Taste her. Consume her.
Damn the repercussions.
She was so damn sweet, so damn hot, so damn wet, and fuck—Stevie rubbed her slick swollen folds against his face—so damn hungry for him. Soft hesitant moans of pleasure escaped her lips as if she were trying not to enjoy what he was doing. He smiled as he drilled his tongue deep into her sweltering cunt, squeezing her ass cheeks as she squirmed against him.
It would take an army to pull him off her now. He was too far gone. He was starved for her. There would be no savoring. Not this time; this time was about filling the emptiness inside. He could not devour her fast enough.
Slow, deep, hard, he ravaged her eager pussy. Twirling his tongue around her sensitive clit, he licked and sucked it until it was as stiff as he was. He slid his hands down around the bottom of her ass and caressed the rosebud of her anus.
“Jack,” she breathed, as she shivered from the sensation.
Her entire body trembled under his assault. He loved the taste of her flushed, salty skin. He wanted her to come in his mouth, in his hand, around his dick. It was his turn to tremble. He wanted everything she was willing to give to him and he wanted to take what she wasn’t.
He dipped a finger into her hot box as he suckled her clit. “Jack,” she cried just as her hips bucked against him. In a wild shuddering episode, she came in his mouth. Expertly he continued to suckle her, gentling the pressure and the velocity of his thrusting finger as she rode out the orgasm. When the convulsions turned to quiet tremors, her body loosened, hanging limp from the chains, her breaths so shallow and forced; he wasn’t sure if she was going to survive.
When he gently released his lips and finger from her, she moaned, but didn’t move. Standing, he caught his breath as a hard lump formed in his throat.
“Jesus,” he softly swore. Her long sensuous body hung taut, breathless, and glistening, from the heavy chain connecting the bag to the ceiling beam. The concave skin of her belly was smooth and dewy. Her smooth mound with just a hint of damp curls glistened with his saliva and her sweat, and for the love of God, her sweet pink sex was so engorged it looked painful. Her head was thrown back, her lips swollen, her eyes closed. Her nostrils flared slightly as she slowly licked her lips. Jack swallowed again and took a step back. Every part of his brain told him to walk away, but everything south of it wanted to tear her apart.
Swiping his hand across his face, he took another step back. His cock throbbed painfully in his tightened trousers. He knew he should cut her loose
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