Page 33 of Wrapped Up

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, his hips bucking as he begs for more. The nickname sends shivers down my spine. It's a sweet reminder of our intimate connection; unlike any other. It's our secret code, a language only we understand, and it makes me feel like the center of his world.

I can feel the desperation in his body, his urgent need for release, and it ignites a fire within me. Knowing that I have the power to bring him to the edge and keep him there, pleading for more. My own arousal grows as I feel his body tense, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he struggles to maintain control. I pull back slightly, locking eyes with him through my long lashes, my lips still glistening with his desire.

“Tell me what you want, Jack.”

In a voice that's filled with raw need and desperation, free from any restraints, he lays himself bare before me. “I need you, Jennifer. I need to be buried deep inside you, to fuck you until your sweet pussy clenches around me.”

A smirk crosses my lips as I stand up slowly, my body pulsing with need, my skin flushed with heat. “You know,” I purr seductively, letting my fingers trace teasing patterns along his chest. “I've thought about you a lot this past month too.”

Our eyes lock once again, the intensity between us palpable. “About your hands on me, your mouth, and all of your other impressive assets.” I can't help but let my fingers drift lower.

His breath hitches sharply, and a thrill of satisfaction rushes through me.

“Please, Princess,” he rasps, his voice thick with desperation.

“Hmm, I don't know,” I tease, letting my hand glide slowly between my thighs, brushing against the sensitive skin there. I watch his reaction carefully. “Maybe I should just take care of myself, and you can watch.”

A strangled sound escapes his lips.

“No, please. I need to touch you, feel you, make you come undone.” His voice is a raw plea, overflowing with insatiable desire.

I can't resist a wicked grin as I remove my hand from between my thighs and use it to stroke him gently. “Then beg for it, Jack.”

His hips jerk at my touch, and his gaze burns into mine. “Please, Princess. Let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good.”

The raw emotion in his voice, the sheer desperation, undoes me completely. I can't hold back any longer. I press my body against his, our mouths crashing together in a searing, passionate kiss. He groans deeply, his hips bucking against me, the friction sending waves of desire through me. Suddenly, he pulls away, his eyes dark with intent.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you senseless.”

I repeat his words, letting them roll off my tongue like a secret. “I want you to fuck me senseless, Jack.”

Before I can react, one of his strong arms encircles me, while the other shows the silk tie dangling from his fingers as if it were a trophy. A smirk plays on his lips, and I can see the mischief and hunger in his eyes. In one swift movement, he lifts me off the ground, and I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he carries me effortlessly to the couch.

He places me onto the cushions, the soft fabric beneath me a sharp contrast to the hard, muscular man before me.

“How did you—” I start, my eyes wide with surprise and a hint of awe.

Jack smirks, an irresistible glint in his eyes. “I'll teach you to tie a real knot if you want, Princess.”

Realization dawns on me. He was never really tied up. He gave me control; let me lead, knowing exactly what I needed. And I find it sweet and sexy as hell.

Jack's fingers find the hem of my dress, and with a swift tug, it's pulled over my head, leaving me exposed. His eyes drink me in, a hungry gaze that sets my skin on fire.

“Fuck, Jenn. You look... fucking amazing.”

Then he grins, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Want to turn the tables? Get those hands tied up again?”

I stare at him, and something about this commanding, confident side of him—the man who surprises me at every turn—is utterly alluring. I love it, the way he can ground me one moment and set me ablaze the next. “Yes,” I whisper. “But I want to ride you too.”

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that stokes the fire burning within me.

“I like your eagerness,” he says before capturing my lips in a possessive kiss. He pulls back, his intense gaze locking with mine. “We can do both. You can be tied up and ride my dick with pleasure.”

My body trembles with anticipation as he ties my hands together, his touch sending sparks of arousal through me. He kisses me again, igniting a fire within me that only grows when he steps back to admire his work. “Stay right there,” he commands. “I'll be right back.”

I watch as he disappears into the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. The absence of his touch leaves me aching, my skin tingling with anticipation. I've never felt this way before—so raw and exposed, yet so utterly safe and desired. My bound hands rest against my stomach, the soft silk a constant reminder of the power exchange between us.

When Jack reappears, a small foil packet sits in his hand and I watch him tear it open, his movements deliberate and sensual. He rolls the condom down his length, his eyes never leaving mine. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moan that threatens to escape as he stalks towards me, every step purposeful, like a predator approaching its prey. But I'm no helpless victim—I'm a willing participant in this dance of desire. He stops just inches from me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

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