Page 43 of Fated Shot

“I...” My eyes flutter, continuing to sober up from my lust bubble. “I might have one,” I say as I wiggle out from under him, stepping out of my room. I run over to my purse, unzipping the inside pocket, and thankfully spot the cherry red, square wrapper. I practically run back, adrenaline fueling me now.

Jack’s sitting back, full erection on display under his jeans as I hold it up to show him before I toss it on the bed beside him. He leans forward as I climb on the bed again, grabbing my body to his as he flips me onto my back. A giggle of excitement slips when I land before he spreads my legs, leaving me staring at his body.

Standing up off the bed, he grabs his belt, yanking it off without breaking our eye contact. Unbuttoning his jeans before pulling them down, his boxers do nothing to hide the size of him, as he strains against the fabric. When he lowers his boxers,stepping out of them, my thighs rub together in desperation. My eyes drop down as my mouth betrayingly flies open.

I wonder if I’ll ever get used to this sight. I’m pretty sure he’s ruined every other man for me already, there’s no way anyone can ever compare.

“Damn, do you ever know how to make a guy feel good about himself,” he smirks at my reaction. My brain is still struggling to compute how that ever fit inside me, but I’m pulsing with the need to experience it again.

He steps forward, dropping one knee to the bed, grabbing and ripping the foil before rolling it over his massive self. When he positions himself between my legs, his eyes rise to meet mine. Plunging two fingers into me, he shuts his eyes with a hum of satisfaction. When he pulls them out, his fingers glisten.

“Already ready for me, eh?” he says, fisting his cock as he lines up, teasing the tip into my wetness.

I’m squirming now, aching for him to fill me. He grins at my body’s reaction, and without missing a beat, he sinks into me as my breath hitches at the stretch.

“So perfect,” he says as he retracts his hips, the ease of pressure providing momentary respite, but when he drives into me again with his full length, I gasp with pleasure.

Steady pace as he rocks into me, my body takes hold as I grasp my boobs, palms rubbing over my nipples tingling with satisfaction. Each thrust releasing desperate moans as I hit a level of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck yes, I want to hear you,” he says, dropping his head to my shoulder as he quickens his pace. Everything in me tightens as I pull him closer to me, wrapping my legs firmly at the base of his back.

The change in angle sends shooting pleasure through me as I cry out.

“You gonna come for me, Mia?”

All I can manage is a frantic nod as I chase the high growing deep within me, holding on as he continues drilling into me.

As if I could get any more turned on, he drops his lips to my neck, teasing and sucking as I climb even higher.

“Oh god, please don’t stop,” I beg, desperate for more.

“That’s it. Say my name, Mia. Say my fucking name while come on my dick.”

His words send me over the edge as I thrash beneath him, coming apart, “Jack,” a breathless cry ripping out of me.

“Mmm, good girl.” He pushes up off me and, in one swift motion, flips me onto my stomach. His huge hands send a shiver across my skin as he grips me hard, pulling my hips up toward him.

I’m still dazed, but before I have a chance to even react, he plunges back into me, bottoming out, as I grip my sheets. His pace is more hurried now as I work to push my hips back, meeting every thrust with added friction. One hand resting on the small of my back, he’s moving with me, guiding me toward him each time. I can hear his breaths grow more ragged, he’s close, and the thought that it’s me getting him there is exhilarating.

Still inside me, strong arms suddenly wrap below my breasts, pulling my back flush against his chest. This time, he palms my still taut nipples.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m building up again. I can feel another orgasm teetering. Whimpering under his grasp, I fight to stay grounded, his hot breath swirling around my ear. One heavy hand slides down, grazing gently over my sensitive clit, and I know I’m close again.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I cry out, a mixture of shock and desperation as I continue working my body against his.

“That’s it. One more, Mia.” Gripping my neck, forcing my mouth to his, he swallows my moans as I ride out an even more debilitating rush of bliss. As his movements grow more frantic, my body squeezes around him, his thighs shaking slightly. A deep groan leaves his mouth as he delivers a final, hard thrust, and I’m filled with warmth.

I sag back into him as he wraps his arms around me. It’s addicting being in his arms, and despite coming down for my lust-ridden high, I want nothing more than to stay exactly as we are. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush either as he plants a kiss on my shoulder.

“That was—” he croaks, “amazing,” guiding me up as we get dressed.

It’s never felt like this before. I’m giddy around him, drawn in by his magnetic pull. I crave more of it, loving how I feel when with him.

He makes me feel wanted, sexy, and confident.

He makes me feel like I am anything but boring.

He is exactly what I need right now.

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