Page 84 of Loathe at First Sight

I lean down and kiss him between each word I speak. “Jack, we have an entire kitchen downstairs. We can go eat whatever we want later.”

He gives a cocky grin. “What should we do instead?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I was thinking that you could fuck me until we rattle the walls of this place.”

“I love that filthy little mouth of yours,” he says, grabbing my hair and tilting my head back so he can have access to my neck. He kisses from one side to the other causing goosebumps to cover my entire body.

Jack has barely even touched me, and already I can feel my nipples hardening beneath my shirt.

He must notice because he uses his free hand to pinch it through the fabric. The action sends heat straight to my clit.

Wanting to drive him as crazy as he is me, I ask, “What else do you want to do to my mouth?”

That gets me a frustrated growl. “You’re going to fucking kill me, princess.”

Whatever self-control he was holding onto has evaporated. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, exposing the fact that I didn’t bother to put on a bra.

I wonder how he’s going to get my pants on since I’m still straddling him. He doesn’t make me wonder long, though. Before I can process what’s happening, he picks me up, flips me onto my back, and yanks them off.

Knowing we would be getting together tonight, I did some more extensive grooming on my downstairs bits. The look on Jack’s face tells me he loves it.

His eyes look from my pussy up to my face. “Did you do this for me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Paul Bunyan,” I tease.

“Is that right?” His hand parts my lips as he uses one finger to lightly tease my clit.

It’s been so eager to be touched that the slightest bit of pressure makes me squirm around on the mattress.

“You know, you’ve got a little attitude tonight,” he says. “I may have to fuck the sass right out of you.”

“You can try,” I quip.

I’m not used to the men I’ve been with being so in control. I’ve always enjoyed the dirty talk, but my former lovers either didn’t reciprocate…or just weren’t any good at it. Jack is much more ‘take charge’ than any of them. I can’t believe how hot it is.

Maybe this is what I’ve needed all this time. A guy to boss me around.

In bed, anyway.

If we were to try it outside the bedroom, I’d haul off and punch him.

He says, “I think I’ll start with driving you a little crazy first.”

Too late.

He slips two fingers inside me and angles them upward. I let out a loud moan at the sensation.

“Always so wet and ready,” he says in a low voice.

“So, what are you waiting for?” I practically whine.

“Oh, princess, we are just getting started.”

While his fingers explore inside, his thumb rubs small circles around my clit. The pressure inside me builds as I do my best to sit still. I feel my muscles begin to clench, signaling I’m getting close.

Before I can find any release, though, Jack stops. I watch as he pulls his fingers out of me, licking my juices off of each one.

“Why?” I drag out the word.

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