Page 65 of Surrender

My thighs fall open to the mattress as my cheeks burn with arousal. I’m so turned on I don’t even have the space to be embarrassed. Not when he’s looking between my legs as if he’s never seen anything more beautiful. He rolls the condom on and settles his tip at my entrance.

My eyes snap closed, and my head falls back.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes as I fill you.”

I sweep my heavy lids back. Jack’s gray eyes are hot on my face. A rosy flush decorates his cheeks, lips swollen from sucking my nipples. He drags a steady fist up and down his cock.

“I wish you could see what you look like right now. Your skin is dewy, your tits are swollen and tight, and your pussy is begging for my cock.”

I lick my lips and nod. “Please, fuck me, Jack.”

He exhales heavily through his nose. “Eyes on me,” he orders, then presses the tip forward.

I fight the urge to tip my head back. His mouth falls open on a silent moan as he seats himself deeper. “Almost there.”

The wetness there allows him to glide in with little resistance. He pushes into me slowly, so slow I can feel every inch stretching me open until he’s seated deep and his balls press against my ass cheeks. We both groan.

“Such a good girl, Whitney. You look so hot taking me.”

“More.” I sink my nails into his shoulders and pump my hips.

Jack’s back bows as he begins to thrust, a steady rhythm building into a crescendo of creaking mattress springs and the headboard banging against the wall.

“More. Faster,” I beg, the coil twisting tighter with each deep thrust. I gasp his name like a whispered prayer.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight.” One hand pins my hips down as the other wraps around the base of my throat. He pounds into me like he’s trying to send us both to the floor. He releases my hip to massage my clit, and I jolt.

“Give it up, baby. I want to feel you come around me.” He takes my mouth and swallows my moans.

“Yes, right there.”

With one sharp thrust, I’m splintering, bursting into pieces. My fingers twist tightly into the sheets at my sides, my throat hoarse from Jack’s name tearing up my throat.

He follows a second later, shoving his face in my neck with a groan.

Jack’s torso slides against mine, both of us slick with sweat, as he collapses out of breath. A knee held to the side keeps most of his weight off me, but I find something comforting about his body settled on mine.

“You took me so well,” he praises, running his hands soothingly over my skin while his cock softens inside me. I flush beneath the compliment.

He rolls to his side in the middle of the bed, draping his arm over my waist to keep me close. As the silence stretches, I turn to look at him and find him watching me.

“Is something wrong?”

“I should take you to get the kids soon, but I’m enjoying this.”

I dance my fingertips over the stubbled corner of his jaw. “I can’t remember the last time I had twenty-four hours to do what I wanted. I think it was before the kids were born.”

A serious expression falls over his face. “There is one more thing I want to talk to you about before we get ready to go. Something I was up thinking about last night.”

“Yes?” I shift to my side and tangle my legs with his.

“You’re going to stay in this house. I don’t want you looking for a rental until we know your ex is gone, and he will leave you alone.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“It’s what’s going to happen.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

---