Page 103 of Queen Of WildCards

"Tellme how to please you,"Ibegged, my hands on her hips, lifting her when she rose, dragging her down when she fell. "Iwant to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Shebrought a single hand down and tugged mine off her hip and around to the front, spreading herself for my exploring fingers. "Touchthat part of me you were so enamored with earlier," she commanded, "use your thumb, fuck, yes, oh my god you're a natural—"

Herback arched as she sped up her pace, the added stimulation to her clit sending her into a desperate spiral.Iwatched, enraptured, as she shattered with a moan atop my cock, squeezing me so tightIfearedI'dpop out.

"Fuck,Jonah, fuck, fuck fuckfuck!"

Shefell to my chest, her hair fanning out atop me, my cock still buried tight in her little hole.She'dstopped moving, butIdidn't want to, andIwasn't sure where to go from here.Italmost felt impolite to ask her—

"Putme on my back and fuck me.Drivethat dick into me until you split me apart."

Hersoft hand on my jaw was at strange odds with the way she was asking me to treat her, but who wasIto deny the woman?Shetold me she'd teach me, and here was the perfect opportunity to see how muchIcould lead with instinct alone.

Ina blink of an eye,Iflipped us soIstretched out above her, nestled between her legs, my hips still melded to hers.Shelifted those perfect, long legs and wrapped them around my waist, canting her hips to take me deeper.

Irocked my hips hesitantly, testing out the motion, and fuck if it wasn't the sweetest feeling in the world.God, if this was fucking,Inever wanted to stop.

I'dfuck her like it was my job for the rest of eternity.Tohell with leaving this bed.Mallorywas mine, andIwasn't about to relinquish her anytime soon.Iwanted to die with her cunt wrapped around my dick like some crazed worshipper ofMedusa.

Instincttook over, and soon the only sounds that punctuated the air were the steady slap of skin on skin and our commingled moans of rapture.Myballs ached to release their load, andIwas too far gone to ask the right questions.Later,Imight look back and regret it, but now, allIcould think was spilling myself inside her, marking her so the whole house knewI'dhad her, and she was mine now.

"Jesus,Mal,I—"

Shebit my bottom lip and thrust her tongue inside my mouth, both of us warring for dominance in a kiss that stole my breath away with how desperate and filled with emotion it was.Shegave me more than pleasure in that action, told me stories without words, made promises of pleasure and pain that had me nearly feral, and with one last thrust,Ilost all control, slamming to the hilt inside her as rope after rope of hot seed shot out of me and painted the inside of her.

Itjust kept coming, an endless deluge that made my spine fucking ache, but the way her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned my name made it all worth it.

CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE

SPADE

IfIhad to listen to those two one more time,I'dstab myself in the ear for some relief.

AceandIsat in the kitchen, listening to the sound ofMalloryscreamingBlackJack'sname as he railed her for the fifth time this morning.Thecorner of my mouth had been turned down in a permanent scowl for the past hour, andIbrought my third cup of coffee to my lips, sipping on the only thing keeping me sane right now.

"He'sgoing to ruin her for the rest of us,"Acegrumbled, very out of character for him.Hewasn't the pouting type, but now thatMalloryhad gotten under his skin, too, he'd changed subtly, getting more possessive, more protective, and a lot warier.Icaught him watching her sleep a few times when he thought he was the only one awake.Itwas sorta creepy, butIcould understand.

Ifanyone understood the obsessive need that came with datingMalloryStanton, it was me, the man who'd been obsessed since the jump.

IheardJoker'sdoor open and slam down the hall, followed by a few loud bangs and his very irate voice at a near shout.

"Ifyou two can find time in your schedule between sexcapade marathons, perhaps you could calm the fuck down and join us for breakfast."

Idon't think he waited for a response, and the corner of my mouth twitched upward in a grin for the first time this morning.

Ihanded the poor sap some coffee when he finally found his way to the kitchen, and he dropped into a seat next to me, looking worse for wear.Weall were.Notlike anyone could get any decent sleep with the world's loudest screamer repeatedly finding her peak from sundown to sunrise.

"Howdid you two sleep?"Jokermuttered, his eyes sinking into their sockets, purple rings under his eyes from a lack of sleep.

IfJokerdidn't get eight solid hours, he looked like shit the next day.

"Sleep?What'sthat?"Acejoked, his lips pressed so tight together the damn things had nearly disappeared. "FuckifIknow.Ididn't even bother trying.Probablywould have had to drive to the end of the block not to hear those two."

"Mmm," he agreed, sipping the life juice between his hands. "Goodcoffee."

"Thanks, it's the third pot,"Icomplained, rising to refill myself yet again. "I'mon cup four."

"Ouch.That'sa bit rough," he pointed out. "Hopeyou're not planning anything strenuous today."

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