Page 141 of Lost Paradise

“Alright, Dracula banquet it is,” he says with a playful wink before diving in and pulling the blanket off to expose my body to him.

He leans down and leaves a kiss on my pelvis, his hands and mouth working together to bring me the relief andpleasure I crave.

He licks me slowly at first, the tip of his tongue and the metal stud playing and teasing my clit. And then, as if he’s unable to control himself, he begins to really devour me. His stubble burns my sex as my body starts to ride his face.

My eyes fall closed as I feel my pulse pounding between my thighs, and my body goes limp.

His touch is electric, and I gasp as waves of sensation wash over me. It’s as if he knows exactly how to ease my pain and stoke the fire within me at the same time. My hands find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as I lose myself in the moment.

“Jack…” I moan, my voice a mix of need and gratitude.

He pauses for a moment, looking up at me with a smile that’s both tender and wicked. “Told you, luv. Anything for you.”

“Oh God,” I whimper as my hands fist his hair.

My back arches in pleasure as my head tips back to the ceiling. He gives me no mercy as he drives his fingers into my sex and pumps me hard and fast. His tongue’s on my clit, and his fingers found my G-spot and strokes it so perfectly.

I lift my head to look at him. He looks like a god staring at me with his face planted in my crotch and his fingers buried in my pussy.

And there it goes, my mind spirals out of control, and I come hard, screaming and moaning, my voice probably echoing across the island.

But Jack isn’t getting up for air. No. This psycho goth is relentless as he continues his onslaught on my pussy, probably determined to suck my entire period out of me. He pulls me tighter against his mouth and feasts on me as I continue to moan and fist anything I can get my hands on. He slides his bloodied hand to my breast and squeezes it, pinches my nipple, rolling as I pant and whimper, rolling my body against his mouth.

Just when I think he’s done, he shoves his tongue once more inside me and thrusts his fingers into my asshole hard. My back arches, and my hips close around his neck as he stretches me out, and I grind against him until his arm comes up, grips my chest, and holds me still.

“Jack, it’s too much,” I pant, feeling like I’ve just run a marathon.”

Then suddenly, my eyes flutter shut, and a moan rips through me. Ecstasy waves splash over me again and again, coming faster until it’s impossible to even think.

“I need to fuck you. I want my knob covered in your blood,” he says, but all I can do is nod because my brain died about ten seconds ago.

I watch him unfasten his jeans and push them down to his knees along with his shorts. He’s so fucking huge. I’m sure he’s going to damage my walls with the kind of contractions I was suffering from earlier.

And his mouth, holy freaking cow!

He looks as if he just bit into an animal, like some satanic demon.

I can’t fuck him like this. But my pussy says something different from my brain.

He leans down, kisses my neck, and thrusts into me. In no time, he arches back to watch his dick slide in and out of me. His eyes are wide open with fascination as if he’s completely mesmerized by what he’s seeing.

“This is so beautiful,” he murmurs and then grunts, bucking his hips hard. I come fast, once more, shuddering against him.

A throaty moan escapes him, and there’s something very carnal and feral in his expression.

He comes after several deep thrusts punctuated with whispered curses and kisses.

This surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced. As crazy as it looks and feels, it is undoubtedly the most intense, sensual, thrilling, and deeply personal encounter I've ever had with a man. It pushes every boundary and awakens senses I didn't know I had, making it an unforgettable, electrifying connection that leaves me breathless and craving more.

I don’t have to ask him what I want. Jack climbs off me, pulls his pants back up, lies back down next to me, and draws me into a tight embrace against his chest.

“Sleep now, beautiful. I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my ear as my lids close, and I slowly drift into another universe. One that’s filled with sparkling stardust, whispering winds, and the enchanting glow of a thousand magical moons.

Chapter 43

The sun hovers lowin the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the island. The makeshift boat, cobbled together from the remnants of the abandoned facility, rests at the edge of the water, bobbing slightly with each gentle wave.

It’s an ungainly thing, a patchwork of metal, wood, and the life raft we found. We’ve done a couple of tests around our side of the island, but the semi-functional engine splutters and chugs with a semblance of reliability.

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