Page 24 of Chasing His Bride

“Kiss me,” I beg, reaching for him.

He gazes at me for a moment, brushing my hair back from my forehead in an unexpected moment of tenderness.

He pulls out halfway, his hand holding my leg as he covers me with his muscular body before his lips softly take mine.

Our kiss is frantic, my heart racing at how much I need him right now. At how much it feels like he needs me, too.

He pulls away and smiles at my lips. “You’re fucking perfect, Amber.”

“That’s why you married me,” I say, grinning as I wrap both legs around his body, lifting my pelvis, chasing for more.

He chuckles, thrusting his hips backward and pressing forward, pumping me harder. “It is,” he lies.

But I’m fine about the lie. I’m too busy chasing for my release.

And just when I’m about to get it, he teases me by slowing down and dragging out every long thrust. And I’m teetering on the edge as we fuck slowly for a while—staring at each other, and the moment feels unreal.

Finally he ups the tempo to hard and fast, pulling my body to his as our skin slaps together as we move as one.

I watch in awe at the way he looks at me.

What’s happening—what’s this feeling?

This isn’t supposed to happen.

“What are you doing to me, Amber?” he growls above me. Sweat dots his temple.

I feel it too. I want him to spin me around on the bed, have sex with me from behind while I’m on my knees. Anything so we’re not looking into each other’s eyes.

But he doesn’t. Jack takes my hands and raises them above my head.

His eyes are still on mine, but his hips snap faster.

Harder.

The heat of his cock searing with each quick thrust inside me, groaning louder as the momentum builds. He’s trying to make this different.

I need it too. “Harder,” I hiss.

My words set him off. He holds my waist and turns us on the bed, so I’m on top.

“Now I’m in control.” Straddling him now, bouncing in controlled restraint as my pleasure builds. The sounds of our moans mix with the slapping of our skin, and our breathing, which has fallen into an aligned rhythm.

There’s a crazy moment when I wish we could be skin-to-skin, feeling every inch of his cock stroking inside me, but I stop that stupid thought when a shiver of my orgasm starts to roll through me.

My head drops back, not wanting him to see me fall apart, but he places his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me forward.

“Look at me when you come on my cock.” His voice is demanding and possessive, and as he looks into my eyes, there’s a shift in the dynamics. “I need to see you.” The fingers of his other hand grip my hip, rocking his hips upwards, fucking me hard from underneath. "I need to see you."

I need to see you. My heart rate increases as his words float in my head and my body takes over, and taking me to the point of no return.

I’m so close to coming.

I flatten my hand on his hard as stone abs to keep up the pace and try to control it. It’s no use.

Waves flow through me, each one stronger than the last.

“Jack—” I’m looking into his eyes as I breathe his name over and over.

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