Page 57 of Jackal's Pride

That didn’t matter though. I’d never been so turned on in all my life. Guys with all the experience in the world had never broken me down and forced an orgasm out of me before. I didn’t think I’d ever been with anyone that cared. Their skill was extremely lacking even when they thought they knew how to pleasure a woman. My victory was in their succumbing to me, but Jackal made me surrender to him as much as he did to me. It was unraveling—equal defeat. It wasaddictingafter only one taste.

Without words, I pushed my hand inside my shorts with his and pulled his fingers out of me and moved them to my clit. I wiggled against him while swirling one large digit over my nub. He sighed—deep and guttural—and the sound made me ache more for him. Jackal slipped his hand out. I almost whimpered, and then he was pulling down my shorts and panties, leaving them bundled at the top of my knees. His jeans were gone, and his heavy cock nudged between my ass cheeks. Dropping my head back onto his chest, I thought he might enter me from behind. Instead, he nudged me forward onto my belly. Panic and lust seized my heart as Jackal’s knee forced my legs apart while he pushed me flat against the bed. Then his weight was on top of me. I flattened my palms out on the sheet and gripped it.

“Let me get on top.” My trembling voice became my worst enemy.

His weight crushed me as he leaned down, his full mass lying on me as he pressed his mouth to my ear. “For once, don’t fight for who comes out on top. Just let it be, let your walls down for me—forever,only me.”

His words did something to me. He wasn’t even making eye contact with me when he said it, but it was like he was speaking directly to my core. I tried to relax but couldn’t help shaking beneath him. His weight was bruising, and he finally took some of it off of me. The trembling didn’t stop though. It was his words. They’d already set a fever inside my chest.He had no use for pride, showed none.He asked without restraint or embarrassment, and because of that, he was already mapping my climax, setting me at my peak before we even began.He showed what I could not.He nudged my legs further apart, his cock like a steel pipe pressing against my backside.

Ican’t.I couldn’t handle him. He was beyond my capabilities. My pride, however, frantically waved a white flag.

His teeth bit along my shoulder, igniting goose bumps across my flesh. A hand teased along my slit, sliding up to my anus. His body was like a brick wall keeping me firmly against the mattress. Then his enormous, hot cock teased my pussy. I gasped. Immediately, my muscles tensed in fear. Jackal’s girth was too much in this position. Somehow, he stroked me just right. The tightness eased, and he pressed inside, paved a way like we did this every night.

I exhaled, pressing my face into the sheet.He was so big.He was barely in, and I already felt so full. He rolled his hips, back and forth, unable to get in completely this way, but he groaned above me. He liked this, me at his mercy. Part of me did too.

I liked how he breathed into my ear as he rocked above me. His tempo was all off—one second he was quickening his thrusts, then the next he was slowly easing in and out. He couldn’t decide what he wanted. He placed both of his giant hands over mine and held them firmly. Then he kissed the nape of my neck. I didn’t know what to think with that gesture. How could Jack be capable of something so loving when he’d been asleep and incapable of emotions until the witch cursed him? Was it instinct? Was it me?

My thoughts did nothing to quell the orgasm building within me, especially when Jackal finally hit the right spot. Hands holding mine firm, I yearned to flip around, face him,touchhim while wave after wave built higher and higher.

“Jack, right there.” My words only encouraged him to keep up his pace although his arms shuddered around me.

He kissed my neck and in between pecks, he panted, “Let go.”

Jackal was on the verge of coming, but yet he continued ordering me with his raspy voice. It was that last demand, much like a plea that did it. “Please, Maureen.”

That was enough. He’d given what he’d taken. My back arched, spine tingled as my eyes rolled back. The rapture that unfurled from his body to mine was never-ending. Pulse after pulse, through every sweeping wave of heat and ecstasy, I fell away from everything, including my own sin. He groaned, big body quaking above me as he came. He bit into my neck and moans ripped from my lips as I came again.

Shortly after, cold air hit my back, and the bed dipped. Sticky, hot cum gushed down my thighs. It was still dark outside. I needed to move, get up out of this awkward position, and get cleaned.

Jackal had other plans though. Something tugged at my knees. I peeked down to see Jackal sliding my shorts further down. My stomach tingled, hunger reigniting for him. Seemed we weren’t finished. He rolled me onto my back. This position was already better.Seeing him.The thought should terrify me but it didn’t. I watched him with dopey eyes as he pushed my thighs apart, making room for himself.

He was truly remarkable. No matter how many times I gawked at him, he never seemed real. His sculpted beauty was breathtaking while his skin was smooth and flawless—no hair grew anywhere but on his head. Running my fingers across his chest, I realized with the hot temperature of his skin, he was indeed real. My eyes swept down his body and froze on his freakishly large cock. On my stomach, Jackal couldn’t thrust all the way into me, but hopefully with me on my back he’d be satisfied. He lowered his face, fondling my breasts and drinking me in with his searing gaze. I let him. I also let him kiss me when he was finished staring. Like everything else, his kiss was painfully brutal then forgiving. Like he was constantly at war with himself to be rough andsoft.

I really, really liked the way Jackal did things.

He’s taking too long.I let my nails drag down his neck as I bit his bottom lip, enough to make him groan. “Jack,” I whispered, hoping to urge him to continue. Wrapping my legs around him, I lifted my hips and rubbed myself against his cock.

“Maureen.” Oh, the way he uttered my name when rubbing his cock along my opening. “This?” He teased my pussy before burying himself deep—filling me, stretching me. He palmed my ass as I clawed his back. We moaned together, nothing holding us back from seeking mutual pleasure.

Jackal gazed down at me. “Your body was made for mine.”

Something fluttered throughout my body as he continued thrusting. In and out with so much passion like he was hungry for me. Made for him? Could he not see the struggle? We were far from being a match, but Jackal was determined to make my body accept his.

And with each powerful thrust, he did just that. The pain intensified my pleasure. Every time he sunk in all the way, my body became molten lava, and the pain was gone. Everything was gone. All I saw and touched was him. The hard weight of his body against mine. The ripple in his muscles as he pumped in and out of me. The way he had me coming for him. Again and again.

Everything, anything forhim.

Chapter 23

Jackal

I didn’t ever want to stop, but I knew we’d reached her limit.

While above her, her lips and eyes never strayed from mine. Then it was over. She was no longer able to hold my gaze. I watched her in wonderment as she strained trying to avoid that level of intimacy. Red covered her cheeks. I was still inside her, my dick throbbing, letting her know I wanted her again.

I wanted her even while inside her. My mind was already contemplating our next coupling.

She tapped my shoulder before she pushed on my biceps. “I have to use the bathroom,” she whispered. Maureen slipped from the bed, and I watched her hips sway as she darted from the room.

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