Page 24 of Jack's Devotion

"Does that feel good, baby?" He breaks from my lips to kiss his way down my throat again. "You like when I'm all over you, don't you?"

"Yes." I pull his hair, trying to push him lower. I want that wicked mouth around my nipples. They ache so damn bad right now. And I'm done denying that this is what I want. He knows the truth now, and he's still right here, still touching me like I'm priceless. Still whispering to me like I'm the best thing in his life. I'm not crazy enough to tell him that I'm not. If he wants me, warts and all, then I'm his.

He chuckles, lifting me slightly to drag my shirt and bra up my body. I shiver beneath him as he lays me back, his wild eyes raking over me. Maybe I should feel shy or embarrassed—no one has ever seen me this naked before now. But it's impossible to feel anything but desire with the way he's looking at me like I'm something he wants to devour.

"Fuck," he growls, reaching out with a shaking hand to run it down my belly. "I can't wait to see this growing with my kid, Madison."

"Jack," I groan, trying to press my legs together. Except…I can't do that with him between them. "Do you really want to get me pregnant or are you just saying that?"

His eyes flash to mine. He holds my gaze as he reaches between us. I hold my breath as he pops the button on his pants and then releases the zipper.

"Eyes on the prize, Madison," he orders, reaching inside his pants.

My gaze drifts down, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

"Oh my god," I whisper, heat coursing through me in waves when he pulls his dick out. "Jack, I…you…" He's a monster. And I'm a virgin. Sure, I have toys and I've used my fingers, but he is neither of those things. He's going to split me apart at the seams. "Virgin."

His lips kick up into a smirk that's far too sexy. "You asking or telling, baby?"

"Telling," I gasp, my voice strangled.

"You should be asking too."

"Why?" I frown at him, trying to think through the desire coursing through me. "I don't care if you're a virgin, Jack. You aren't less worthy of me if you aren't. Your life didn't start the day you met me. I'dneverthink it should have." No one is more or less worthy of love because they have or haven't had sex. That's ridiculous. He's a decade older than I am. It's wild to assume that he should have the same experience I do when he's lived years longer than I have. We're not the same in a lot of ways. Ofcoursewe have different experiences.

"Maybe it didn't," he says, his smirk growing. "But I was too goddamn busy to bother, Madison. And then I met this pretty little angel I couldn't have and no one else would suffice. My hand has been busy, baby."

"I can see why," I mumble, staring at his cock. My tongue skates across my bottom lip. "Jesus, Jack. That thing is impressive."

"Glad you approve," he murmurs, working his fist up and down the shaft. "He's this fucking hard because of you. Becausethe thought of slipping inside that tight little hole and leaving you nice and bred?" He groans, squeezing tighter. "Christ, Madison. You have no idea how many times I've thought about it today."

"What's stopping you?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"Right now? Those pants." He flicks his gaze up at me, his eyes dark. "And the fact that I haven't eaten you yet. I'm definitely getting my mouth on you before I get inside you. Been thinking about that all day, too."

"Do I get to put mine on you too?" I think I'd like that…him in my mouth, at my mercy. Him, growling and cursing and losing his mind because of me. Yeah, I'd definitely like that.

"Hell no."

I scowl at him, which just makes him chuckle.

"If you get your mouth on me, I'll be coming down that pretty throat, baby. And that isn't fucking happening." He releases his cock, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants. "Not until you're carrying my kid. After that? You can taste me as often as you'd like."

"I don't like this plan."

"Which part?"

"The waiting to taste you part."

"Too bad." He yanks my pants down, still smirking at me like the devil. I think he might be. And I feel a little bit like a goddess when I'm bare beneath him and he's growling and staring at me like I'm the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

"Jesus, baby," he groans. "I feel like such an asshole right now."

"Why?"

"Because my fantasies did not do you justice." He reaches out, running his thumb down my slit. "This is so fucking pretty."

I whimper, arching toward his hand.

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