Page 41 of One More Time

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jack

One hand curled against the counter, and I forced myself to loosen the grip of my fingers on her hair. McKenna released me, her eyes dark as she slowly rose to stand again.

My heartbeat echoed through my body as I stared at her. She placed her palm on my chest. My heart lunged, kicking toward the warmth of her touch.

Gulping in a deep breath, I pulled myself together. “I need you.” My voice was gruff, a ragged whisper as I reached for her. “I need more.”

I slid an arm around her waist. Everything felt as if it were melting together. One kiss blurred into the next. She was soft and warm. The relief that came from my climax was quickly replaced with a fire, burning hotter and higher between us with every touch, like throwing another match into the bonfire.

I was impatient and restless when I reached between her thighs. She rocked her hips against my palm, the motion whipping the need burning hotter and faster. I groaned against the sweet skin of her neck when I nipped lightly while one hand was busy sliding her zipper down.

McKenna stepped back, shimmying out of her jeans. I spun her around. It was a fumbled rush as I slid her hips onto the counter. I pressed her knees apart to look down and see the very heart of her. Her pussy was pink, her folds plump and glistening with her arousal. Her breath was coming in heaves when I lifted my eyes to hers.

“Your turn,” I murmured before I gave her a hard kiss.

Breaking free, I slid my fingers into her folds, teasing at her entrance with a lazy circle. I watched her as her lashes dropped. She bit her lip, letting out something between a whimper and a moan.

I lifted my fingers and drew them into my mouth, tasting the salty tang of her desire. She let out a ragged breath before I leaned forward, blowing lightly over her sex.

“Jack…” Her tone was pleading.

I blew again, and her legs trembled where my palms rested on the insides of her thighs. On the heels of another breath, I brought my mouth to her. Her fingers speared my hair, and she cried out, her hips bucking roughly against me. I savored her, taking my sweet time. I lazily explored her with my tongue, barely glancing over her clit again and again until I felt the sting on my scalp from her gripping my hair.

“Jack, please.”

I drew back, lifting my eyes to look at her. “Please, what?” I drawled.

Her eyes opened. “Make me come.”

Holding her gaze, I sank two fingers inside her, watching as her hips rocked forward and feeling the clench of her pussy.

Her breath was ragged. “Please…”

“Okay, sweetheart.” I brought my mouth to her sex again, circling her swollen clit just before I sucked on it lightly.

Her cry was sharp and keening, her body trembling and tight. I stayed with her until she began to relax. I leaned back, straightening slowly.

I was nearly desperate to feel her again. I stood between her thighs. We were both half-dressed. Her, with her shirt still on and hanging open. Me, with my shirt on the floor and my jeans hanging open. My cock jutted out with cum rolling out the tip and down along the underside.

It was hard to believe she had brought me to release only moments earlier. That was how much I needed her.

She reached between us, curling her palm around my cock. I had to kiss her. Bringing my mouth to hers, I could taste the mingle of her arousal and mine. Our kiss was open, slow, and deep. When we broke apart, our gazes locked.

I was just about to curl my palm around my cock and fill her when reality shouted out from the distant recesses of my mind. “Fuck, I need a condom.”

McKenna curled her legs around my hips before I could step back. “I have an IUD.”

I trusted her. But I was frantically religious about protection. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure I have an IUD, or am I sure I want you to fuck me? Yes, to both.” She paused after that blunt statement sent a shot of blood straight to my aching cock. “If you need to get a condom, please do.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you’re sure, I’m sure.” I stepped closer.

I shifted, bringing her hips closer to the edge of the counter. Reaching between us, I positioned my cock at her entrance. We looked down together. I let out a low groan as I filled her slowly, watching as her pussy lips stretched open. It was intensely arousing. I lifted my eyes to hers. “You feel so good,” I slurred.

“You do too,” she whispered.

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