Page 68 of Bad Kind of Love

His head drops back, pure bliss across his features as he growls into the room. His taut stomach rises and falls as he pounds me with violent force, bruising my g-spot.

He quickly changes our position, lifting me up till I’m hovering in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Ride me.” He puts us chest to chest as I entwine my arms around his neck. “Put me inside you.”

With my eyes focused on his, I sink down slowly. Inch by inch, I take him inside me, gasping at the feeling of this new position we were in.

His grip on me tightened, and I knew he was finally at my mercy.

“Move.” He begs, digging into my waist while his eyes glaze over.

“I let you fuck me your way, now let me fuck you mine.” Rising up, I watched as his eyes roll back as I squeeze him tight. I wanted to take it slow, savor the sensations and watch as Jack falls apart from my touch.

Up and down, with a measured pace, I fuck him slow. Taking my time to work him over. My breasts slide across his chest, our sweat begins mixing and our hearts are pounding to the same beat.

“Kiss me.” I moan, and his lips crash down on mine. Our tongues tangle and my movements become sloppy as I ride him steadily.

The slapping of our skin rings in my ears, as well as our breathless moans. Our mouths fused together as one, riding the waves of the impending orgasm that’s about to rip through us both.

“That’s it.” He takes over, lifting me up and down till I’m crying out his name. “So tight.” He grunts, fucking me much slower than I needed. “And so fucking mine.”

His deliberate thrusts send my head flying back, staring up into the ceiling, I swear I see stars.

“Harder.” I cry out, as my clit burns for attention. Just a flick of his finger and I knew I’d be coming, but instead, his hands circle around my ass cheeks and I hadn’t realized just how rough he could be.

Powering forward, he plunges inside me with enough force to knock the breath out of me. His eyes turn demonic, determined to fuck me just how I need.

“This what you needed?” He growls against my lips, fighting his own ecstasy. “Rough?”

His unruly speed caused my clit to slide against his pubic bone, and any words that I wanted to say, were now lost.

“I got you, baby.” He brought our foreheads together, knowing I was close to coming. Our heavy breathing matched one another’s and our eyes connected in an earth shattering stare. “Come, Becca.”

His voice alone sent my orgasm crashing through me. Screaming his name, I held onto his slick skin for dear life as he continued to pound into me.

Ruthless and unforgiving, he charged through me as my pussy squeezed him with a vice grip. With his head tilted back and teeth bared, he finally succumbed to the pleasure.

“Fuck!” He growled, holding himself deep inside me. As he filled the condom, I watched in marvel as his stomach muscles tightened and his face contorted in rapture.

This was everything.

He was everything.

And if anything, I was ready for round two.

But instead, we sat there for a moment, him still buried inside me. We stared into each other's eyes as we came down from our high. Something incredible passed between us which caused a smile to form across my face.

Rather than asking, he reached for a lock of my hair that was dangling in front of my face and gently pushed it behind my ear.

I craved this sweet side of him, and right now, I was soaking it all in. At this moment he wasn’t my teacher or the father of my best friend. He was the man who drove me nuts, treated me like garbage and still managed to steal my heart.

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