Page 72 of Undeniably Enemies

He chuckles, the sound ragged. He doesn’t even have to call me a liar. He knows I am just as I do. Grasping my legs, he moves both to his shoulders and bends until we’re practically chest to chest. His mouth attacks mine, kissing me ravenously, our tongues battling and twirling as we fight each other and try to catch our breaths that feels impossible to catch.

Just as my orgasm starts to climb its way up through me, he pulls away and then out of me. My eyes snap open, and my body curls up as what can only be described as a murderous rage takes over.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He gives me a wolfish smirk and slides down my body, kissing me softly as he goes. Is he kidding me right now? What in the absolute fuck?

“Jack.”

His full lips pucker, and he blows cool air on my overheated, very wet pussy. I shudder, needing him back inside of me, needing to come like I’ve never needed to before. He licks a circle around my clit, and my head falls back as a heavy moan slips out. Yes. So good. Not nearly enough.

“Please, Jack.”

“Please, Jack, what?” he murmurs against me, blowing more cool air on me and driving me out of my damn mind.

“I was so close.”

“I know, baby. But I want to suck on your pussy.”

That sounds super hot, but it’s not at all what I want right now.

“No.” I grip the top of his hair and wrench. “I need you to fuck me.”

Another ring around my clit, and now he slowly, so fucking slowly I’m going to combust, slips a finger into my pussy. One finger. That’s it.

I start to move, trying to fuck into it anyway because I need to come.

He kisses and licks me, but he’s not giving me any pressure.

“Oh my god. Please, fuck me. Please, please,please.”

He kisses my inner thigh, and I can feel his smile. The one that stays on his lips as he comes back over my face. “So pretty when you beg for me, Wren, and I knew you would.”

My eyes flash. “You son of a bitch!”

Before I can hit him or strangle him or kill him possibly, he slams back into me and flips on the wand I forgot all about and presses it directly on my clit. He fucks me wild, pounding into me with my knees spread and his hips in between them. He won’t let me close my knees. He won’t let me move since now his other hand is on my chest, holding me down. That alone should freak me the fuck out, but I can’t process that.

Not as sweet, sweet, heavenly vibrations pour into my clit as he pistons into me.

It takes me less than a second before an orgasm I’m not sure I can handle rips through me. It’s a hundred-foot wave. A volcanic explosion. A goddamn seismic event, and I have to shut my legs or move because it’s so much I can’t take it.

I’m screaming and crying and writhing and begging and praying and saying his name over and over and over. Absently I feel him pulling on my nipples. I feel the plug in my ass. I feel his cock thickening, growing harder as he gets ready to come. I feel the wand that’s making my toes curl and my eyes roll.

With a roar, Jack stills, and the wand slips, and my eyes open to watch him come inside of me. The taut muscles in his neck and the contractions of his ripped abs and the fucking strung-out, devilishly gorgeous look on his face as he stares down at me as he does. His eyes never leave my face, and I feel him spurting in me, hot and wet, and fuck me if I don’t clench again just from that. It makes him groan louder, and I do it again and again, milking his cock of everything it has.

He might have just ruined me—and I have no illusions he did—but I’ll ruin him in return. I’ll be sore, but he will be too. I’ll feel him all week, but I’ll haunt him for years.

Jack collapses against me but immediately wraps his arms around me and rolls us until I’m on top of him. With careful fingers, he works the elastic from my hair, making sure not to snag so much as a hair. Once it’s out, he tosses it away and plays with the long, still damp strands, running his hand down my hair and back in sweet caresses.

We just did some wickedly dirty stuff with each other, but the way he’s holding me and touching me now, you’d never know it. It’s sweet. Too sweet for us. I mean, especially considering I still have a plug in my ass.

As if reading my thoughts, he says, “Are you uncomfortable with the plug?”

“I hardly notice it.” How weird is that? True, but weird. I start to get up anyway. Us like this is too intimate.

He’s not having that, though. The hand on my back presses in, letting me know he’s not letting me go. “Have you eaten yet?”

I bite my lip. I like the way he smells—like sweat and sex and me and him. I like the way he feels—warm and strong and protective and safe. But he’s not safe. He’s Jack. “No, and that’s why you should go. I need to take care of this plug and maybe shower again and get something to eat.”

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