Page 26 of Jack Frost, CEO

He loops a finger into the suit, pulls the fabric to the side, and slides that finger into my entrance. My muscles clench around him. With a single crook, he rubs over my spongy bundle of nerves, and my upper body jerks off the bed. I come hard and fast, soaking the sheets under me. Jack laps at my pussy with long, broad strokes of his tongue that keep me twitching. Then he shoves my dress up and pulls it over my head.

When he sees the full extent of the bodysuit, he groans a bit more. “Did you buy that today?”

I nod, and Jack catches the zipper on the side, pulling it down with his teeth before removing the garment. I slide my hands along his chest, marveling at the trail of warm skin until I reach his belt. I fumble, trying to open it, and Jack reaches down to assist me. He kicks off the rest of his clothes and stands at the edge of the bed, staring at me. Even though we’re both naked, I can feel a blush start to stain my cheeks.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” His tone is reverent, and I bite my lip at the compliment.

“You’re not so bad yourself, hot stuff.”

Jack barks out a laugh before crawling toward me on the bed. I scramble back until I’m propped on the pillows against the headboard, with Jack kneeling between my legs and staring at me like I’m Rocky Road ice cream, and all he needs is a spoon.

Grabbing my ankles, he jerks me flat onto the bed, covering my body with his. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

Once again, all I can do is nod. I’m so ready for him. I’m borderline desperate, and that desperation bleeds through my garbled, “Please.”

Jack hikes my legs up over his hips and notches himself at my entrance, slowly sinking forward. Sliding in an inch at a time, both of us panting and moaning at the sensation.

“Jack,” I call out, my voice almost a scream.

“Maisie!” His breathing is ragged, and I see the strain on his face, as if he’s trying to hold back and let me adjust. But I don’t want that. I want all of him, and I want it now.

“Jack, fuck me like you mean it.”

His eyes meet mine, and something he sees there must convince him. Because he grins, sliding back before he rams inside me again.

“Fuccccckkkkk,” we both groan in tandem.

“Yes, please, fuck me like that!” I’m not above begging. And, thankfully, Jack is in a giving mood based on his punishing pace as he slams in and out of me.

“God, you feel amazing. Fuck. Princess.”

My legs twitch as the head of his cock brushes over that spot again and again. His eyes never leave mine as he licks his thumb before sliding his hand down and finding that bundle of nerves. It takes only a few swipes before I fall apart for a second time.

“Jack!”

He waits for me to fall over the edge first. Then his body tenses as he fills me. Jack collapses on top of me with a groan, his body blanketing mine. He presses a kiss to my temple and rolls over before pulling me to his chest. I snuggle against him, willing my heart rate to slow down. We lie here in a comfortable silence until a shiver racks my body.

Jack pushes up and pulls a blanket over us. “Are you okay?”

His concern is endearing, and I nod. I feel the pleased rumble echo through his chest. My eyes get heavy and I fall asleep with the smell of cherries and cedar in my nose and Jack’s hand on my waist.

***

The morning sun wakes me, and I blink in confusion, looking around an unfamiliar room. The first thing I notice is the heavy arm around my waist, and memories of the night slowly return to me. Jack woke me up twice after that first time and each experience was better than the last. I stretch my deliciously sore body, then roll over to face a sleeping Jack. In the morning light, he looks younger and less stressed.

What does Jack Foster dream about? Could he be dreaming about me?

Sliding up onto my knees, I sling a leg over and straddle his lap. The feel of his morning wood against my center makes me throw my head back and moan.

“Now that is how to wake a man up.” Jack’s voice is rough with sleep. I rub myself against him, teasing him against my entrance before moving away. “Maisie. Don’t tease.”

I grin down at him, and he reaches up and pinches my nipples. I moan, my head falls back, and I feel my hair brushing my ass and his legs. Two rough hands grab my hips as Jack repositions me and slams upward.

“Jack!” I cry out, jolting against him.

“You thought you would wake me up from dreams of your sweet pussy and then deny me? Oh no, sweet, sweet Maisie, this pussy is mine, and I’ll take it whenever I want. Isn’t that right, darling?”

The punishing pace addles my brain, and I can only nod in response before rasping out a weak, “Please.”

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