Page 6 of THE EX-Con

Well, fuck. That does it.

Just like that, I no longer care about anyone seeing us. I no longer care about anything except burying my cock inside her.

I’m seriously getting the hang of unbuttoning her denim shorts and sliding them down her smooth, toned legs. I slip a finger inside her thin lace panties. “Baby, you’re wet. Is this all for me? You want me this much?”

With her head tilted to the sky, she answers in gasps. “I told you I need you.”

I add another finger and push them into her pussy, growling when her walls suction around me. Fuck. I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t. My self-control is nowhere to be found.

I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, letting them pool around my ankles as I lift Jenny and flatten her against the wall. I use one hand to spring my cock free, and it’s so hard I don’t even need to guide it to her entrance. My hands are on her thighs, holding her in place, as I lower her to my cock, the head slipping easily even though she’s so fucking tight.

The air whooshes out of my lungs when I bury myself to the hilt inside her. “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good.”

She doesn’t say anything, but she rolls her hips and bounces. My lips find the sensitive spot in her neck, and I trail kisses before sucking her skin and biting it lightly.

The dark alley, the street, the still-open establishments. All of those things fly over my head. The only thing I focus on is my cock in her pussy and the soft moans that make my staff twitch inside her.

My hips rut wildly, my fingers digging into her thighs, and her nipples turn to pebbled peaks. She rocks against me, her pussy swollen and slick, and I watch my length sawing in and out of her.

Jesus Christ.

The low rumble of an engine breaks the silence. We don’t stop. Not even as the headlights carve twin beams through the dark. Not as the rumble grows louder. Not as it passes us slowly, itstaillights flaring red and the faint scent of exhaust lingering in the air.

With a guttural moan, I yank her up against my body, slam deep into her, pull out, slam again, pull out, and slam until her lips part in a silent moan, and she trembles in my arms. I ram forward and upward, my shaft spasming, as a bellow lodges in my throat.

“Baby girl…”

Jenny flutters around me and meets my drives, and heat licks through my veins. My nerves are strung tight, and I bite her shoulder. Pleasure wracks me in waves, and I get thicker inside her, hot jets of my come painting her walls.

It takes us a full minute to even our breaths, and I rest my sweaty forehead on hers, my pulse still pounding, my cock softening and slipping out of her.

“Let’s go home,” she whispers shakily.

Home. Yes. She is my home.

4

JENNY

We’ve been waiting outside the bank for a few minutes, and the parking lot is slowly filling. The sun is out for the first time in weeks, and I’m excited for this change of weather. God knows how sick I am of the frigid air, even at noon.

“Do you like living here, Jenny?” Jackson reaches across the center console of my sedan and takes my hand in his, brushing his lips along the back of my hand.

Butterflies flutter in my belly when he makes the simplest, most innocent gestures like this. He can look at me for five seconds and immediately turn me into a pile of mush on the floor. He has this effect on me that I can’t explain and don’t even want to.

Jackson wants me. I want him. Period. We’ll just take every day as it comes.

I let his question roll inside my head. “Not really, no. That’s why I stay at that shitty bar. To save money so I can leave.”

“We can leave together if there’s nothing here for you. I mean, I know there isn’t.”

Yes! Oh my God, absolutely. I bite my bottom lip to control my grin and hide my excitement. “And go where?”

“Wherever you want. Whatever you want to do.” His eyebrows scrunch together, and he turns to me, brushing hair from my forehead. “What do you want to do?”

“Attend culinary school and open my own restaurant.”

Jackson smiles, and a shiver of happiness ripples through me. “Then that’s what you’re going to do.”

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