Page 103 of Loathe at First Sight

When he’s sitting, I drape one leg over his lap until I’m straddling him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him in for a kiss. For a man who is usually so take charge, he lets me have full control in this moment.

I dip my tongue between his lips, teasing him just enough to drive him crazy. I know it’s working when I feel his hands grip into my ass, desperate to pull me closer.

As I grind down on him a little harder, I feel him groan against my kiss.

Wanting to push him a little further, I stand back up. Still facing him, I reach behind my neck to grab one of the strings holding up my bikini top. As I pull, the knot quickly unravels, letting the skimpy garment fall off of my neck.

Jack’s eyes go wide as my breasts come into view. “Princess, what are you doing?”

“Just getting a little more comfortable,” I say, feigning innocence.

Before I can undo the ties to my bottoms, he stands up and picks me up into his arms before carrying me back inside.

“Sir? I wasn’t finished with my little strip tease.”

“The hell you aren’t. I’m not about to risk anyone else seeing what I get to see.”

“Oh, no one is going to see me. We are like a million floors up.”

He sets me on my feet at the end of the bed. Grabbing my chin and angling me to look at him, he asks, “Did you hear me? I don’t care how high up we are. Not. Taking. A. Fucking. Chance.”

He uses one hand to quickly untie the remaining knots before looking me up and down. He lightly rubs his fingertips over my shoulders before moving down. When they find my nipples, I let out a soft moan.

“And for the record, princess, I love these tits of yours. Whether or not you think they’re small, I think they’re perfect.” He drives his point home before taking a moment to suck each one into his mouth.

“I fucking love it when you do that,” I moan.

“You’re going to love this even more.” He leads me over to the bed where he lays down. “Come here and sit on my face.”

Never will I tell this man no when he offers to go down on me. Not after seeing what that tongue of his can do. I’ll take a ride on his beard any day of the week.

He gets comfortable on the pillows while I position my thighs on either side of his head. I slowly lower myself down, hovering above his mouth. He’s having none of it, though, and hooks his arms around my hips to pull me so I’m actually sitting.

I spend a split-second wondering if he’s able to breathe, but when his tongue starts its incredible performance, suddenly, all thoughts fall completely out of my head.

He licks my clit like…like…well, I don’t even know what. No thoughts, remember?

All I know is that it feels incredible.

He alternates between licking and sucking as I hold onto the headboard for dear life, struggling to remain upright.

“Don’t stop!” I beg. “Please don’t stop.”

My legs begin to tremble as he holds me in place and pushes me closer to my orgasm. I grind against his tongue, desperate to wring every drop of pleasure out of this as I can.

He takes note of what I’m doing and flattens his tongue, allowing me to rub my clit against it exactly how I want.

The man should be awarded sainthood for the glorious work that his tongue does.

My fingers squeeze the headboard as my entire body quakes with my orgasm. Incredible doesn’t even begin to describe how good it feels.

Before I climb off of his face, he holds me still while he gives me a few final licks. I’m still so sensitive that each one sends a shudder through me.

When we do move, he quickly grabs a condom out of the box that he has sitting on the nightstand. He has it on in seconds, and I move down his body until I’m facing away from him and sliding onto his cock.

I slowly take him in inch by inch until he’s completely buried. Holding onto his thighs, I start to ride him, bouncing up and down while grinding to hit all the right spots.

“Fuck, Liz, you feel so fucking good,” Jack hisses as his fingers dig into my hips.

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