Page 34 of Wrapped Up

“You're fucking stunning,” he growls, his fingers digging into my jaw with a possessive force. I melt into his touch, craving more. “Do you even realize the power you hold over me?”

Before I can respond, he drops onto the couch, spreading his legs wide. His eyes, dark and filled with primal hunger, lock onto mine. “Get on top of me.”

I obey without hesitation, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. With my hands bound, I have no choice but to rely on him for support as I straddle him. The feeling of his hard length against my entrance makes me shiver. Despite how wet and ready I am for him, each inch of penetration takes my breath away. Slowly, agonizingly slow, I lower myself onto him, reveling in the fullness and completion I feel with him inside me.

Once he's fully sheathed within me, I pause to adjust to the intensity of the sensation. Jack's breathing is heavy and his fingers dig into my hips with restraint. The tension radiating from his body only heightens the pleasure coursing through me as I set the pace.

He groans through clenched teeth. “Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight and slick for me.”

I start to move, grinding my hips against him experimentally. The friction is electric, sending sparks of ecstasy through every nerve in my body. With my hands around his neck for support, I find a rhythm that drives us both wild.

Jack's hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips as his thumbs brush over my nipples. “That's it, Princess,” he encourages hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. “Ride me like you need it.”

His mouth claims one of my nipples, sucking and nipping until I'm writhing on top of him, consumed by the intoxicating sensations. “Look at you, grinding on me like a fucking animal,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with primal lust. Each word is like a lit match, fueling the inferno between us. My hips move faster, chasing that addictive friction. His hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he meets my every thrust with his own, driving deeper and harder.

I've never felt so desired, so connected to another person. It's as though every touch, every word, every movement is designed to take me higher, to push me further into ecstasy. Our foreheads press together, our breaths mingling and our bodies slick with sweat. The intimacy of this moment threatens to overwhelm me, but I crave more.

“Touch me, Jack,” I gasp desperately, unable to suppress the primal urge coursing through me. “Touch my asshole.” The words escape before I can fully process them, driven by a raw desire that consumes us both.

His grin widens, a sly promise of something wicked. “What was that, Princess? Say it again, I want to hear.” His eyes glint with mischief and challenge me to reveal my desires.

With an eye roll and a sarcastic quip ready on my tongue, he nudges me playfully. But his touch ignites a fire within me, one that demands to be sated. My hips move in sync with his, his cock sliding in and out of me with each thrust, driving me wild. “Touch my ass, Jack,” I demand louder and more determined this time. “Fuck me while you touch it.”

He rewards me with a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the motions of his cock inside me. As his hands explore my backside, teasing the sensitive pucker of my asshole, I can't think or breathe or do anything but feel. “Tell me how it feels,” he demands in my ear, his finger teasing the rim of my tight entrance. “I want to know how I make you feel.”

I struggle to find words as pleasure overwhelms me. “It's... it's fucking amazing.” I shift my hips, relishing the delicious friction. “I love how you touch every part of me. Your fingers, your mouth, your... your cock.” The admission makes my cheeks flush with heat, but the words keep pouring out fueled by my insatiable desire. “One day I want your cock in my ass, Jack. I want to feel completely owned by you.”

His movements become more urgent at my confession, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “God, Jenn. You have no idea how badly I want that.” His finger presses harder against the tight rim of my ass and I gasp as sparks of pleasure-pain shoot through me. “Imagine it, Princess. My thick cock stretching your tight little ass, filling you up until you're begging for more.”

His words and touch push me closer to the edge, a tense mix of pleasure and tension. My nails rake down the nape of his neck, marking him as mine, and he hisses in response, his cock throbbing inside me. I'm so close, so fucking close.

“Say my name when you come, Jenn,” he urges as he thrusts his finger deeper inside me. And then it's too much; my body arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

“Jack!” I scream his name repeatedly, caught in the intensity of my orgasm.

He follows suit with his own release, a primal groan of satisfaction reverberating through the room as his hips buck up while he spills inside the condom.

We cling to each other, our fingers digging into each other's skin. This encounter will leave its mark on me for days to come, but I crave it. I need it.

Jack runs his fingers down my spine, sending shivers through me. He presses hot kisses against my neck and whispers, “You're fucking incredible, Jenn.” His voice is filled with awe and satisfaction.

I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. “Yeah? You liked that?” I tease, my voice still shaky.

His lips brush against my ear. “Princess, you just proved that even royalty can be dirty little sluts.”

My heart races at his words, a mix of sweetness and filth that make my body ache for more. I sit up, our bodies still connected, and rest my forehead against his. Our eyes lock and I see the warmth in his gaze, a tenderness that contrasts with the roughness of our encounter.

“Looks like dreams do come true,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe. “Who knew I'd have my own Christmas Prince... one who makes me feel so alive, so free, so... seen.”

His gaze sends shivers down my spine and ignites a fire in my core. His firm grasp on my hips leaves me eager for more. “I'll give you more than just gifts this Christmas,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling my ear.

A giggle escapes my lips, laced with desire. “Is that a promise?” I taunt, already succumbing to his touch and words.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs before capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. When he pulls back, his eyes bore into mine with unwavering intensity. “I'm going to make every day feel like Christmas for you, Jenn. Every. Fucking. Day.”

A surge of excitement rushes through me, transcending physical pleasure. It’s a pledge, a dedication—something I’ve been longing for but too scared to believe in.

Love can be a cruel game, but with Jack by my side, I'm starting to believe it can be something different. Something real.

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