Page 27 of Jack's Devotion

"I decide in this bed, Madison," he breathes. "Not because you can't, but because you don't have to, baby. It's my turn to take care of you. It's my turn to give you what you need." He pounds into me without mercy now, stealing my breath with every hard thrust. "I'll fuck you exactly the way you need to be fucked every damn time."

"Please, please," I sob, so close. So damn close.

"You want to come for me?"

"Yes. No." I turn my head, sinking my teeth into his upper arm.

He groans against my skin. "What do you want, hmm? What is it that has you ready to come all over me?"

"I want you to fill me up the way you promised. Breed me, Jack."

His roar is so damn sexy. So is the way he unravels on top of me, dragged right to the edge of sanity by one little sentence, spoken in truth. He snaps his hips against mine, fucking me like a machine hellbent on toppling me over the edge. His hands are all over me…mouth, too.

I sob beneath him, dragged right to the edge alongside him as he wrecks and ruins me, fucking me like he's on a mission.

"You want me to breed you, baby?" he growls against my skin. "You want me to plant my seed so deep my baby takes root?" His hips buck against mine, his cock so deep I'm going to feel him tomorrow. "Then come all over me and make it easy for, Madison. Get yourself nice and ready for me."

"Please. Oh god, please."

He slips his hand between our bodies, his thumb grinding against my clit. "I feel how close you are. Your body is begging for my cum, Madison." His teeth scrape my shoulder. "Be a good girl for me and come."

I can't hold it off, not when he's relentless and implacable. Not when he's all over me like he is. I sob and writhe andburn, shattering beneath him. He groans when he feels it, pumping inside me without rhythm.

"That's it," he groans. "Come all over my fucking cock, baby. Don't stop now. Milk my seed from me."

My body clamps down on his even tighter, waves of pleasure ripping through me in a tsunami of ecstasy.

He growls, planting himself deep.

I gasp, rocking beneath him as his cock pulses inside me, and he comes, emptying himself inside me in hard spurts that leave me warm and sticky and full…so damn full.

"Jack, Jack," I chant, writhing all over his cock. Unable to stop myself. He's so damn beautiful when he's coming apart for me.

"Madison," he breathes, trembling above me, strong and fierce and…beautiful. He dips his head, claiming my lips in a savage kiss as he rolls us so I'm on top of him, plastered across his chest with his cock still inside me.

I shift to move off him, but he grabs my ass.

"Nu-uh. You're sleeping right there, baby."

I lift my head, eyeing him in shock. "That…we can't do that."

"Oh, we can." He smirks. "We are. Can't have any dripping out of you."

"Jack," I hiss, my cheeks blazing with heat. Why does that sound so dirty when he's still inside me, still semi-hard?

"You heard me, baby. It stays in." He cocks a brow at me, palming my ass. "If any drips out, you'll put it back."

I faceplant against his chest, whimpering. "I can't have a conversation with him. He's lost his mind."

"Uh, he is right here, and he can hear you."

"He was supposed to hear me," I mutter. "He's a madman."

His body shakes with laughter beneath mine. "Mad about you, Madison."

"And now he thinks he's a poet, too."

"No." He brushes hair away from my face. "I'm just speaking facts, baby. I'm mad about you." He cups my cheek. "Have been for seven damn years."

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