Page 69 of All Jacked Up

This wasn’t my definition offriendly, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. I might cry if he stopped now. But then if he didn’t, I was going to most likely get off on this, and he’d know if I orgasmed. That was most certainly not friendly.

When he rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb, another whimper fell from my lips. His hand moved away then, and I almost grabbed his wrist and jerked it back up to continue. But the touch of his fingertips sliding beneath the front of my panties silenced me, and my eyes went wide.

“Just let me feel.” His raspy tone sent a delicious chill through me.

I nodded.

“Drape your leg over mine.” His tone sounded like a demand, and I obeyed.

At this point, he could tell me to do anything, and I was one hundred percent positive that I would do it.

“Good girl,” he praised me as he shoved his hand between my legs.

“OH!” I cried out the second the brush of his fingertip reached my clit.

“Shh,” he murmured. His warm breath tickling my neck. “It’sokay. I’m just going to feel.”

It was more than okay. But I didn’t argue. My head fell back on his shoulder, and a low growl of approval vibrated his chest.

“That’s it. Relax,” he told me.

His middle finger slid over the sensitive folds, and my hips jerked in response as jolts of pleasure shot off in different parts of my body.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.” He growled the words just before he sank his finger inside me.

“AH,” I moaned, then trembled.

His hips were thrusting his erection against me in a steady rhythm as his breathing got heavier. “That’s a tight cunt,” he clipped out. “Almost feels unused.”

It had been used. But the penis that had used it was not a quarter of the size of what I felt on my backside.

“Ransom …” I wasn’t sure what I was going to say because once his name fell from my lips, he started fucking me with his finger, and my thoughts were lost as the sensation took over everything else.

“You like that?” he asked, grinding against me now. “Sweet pussy is sucking my finger.”

More cries and sounds came from me that I no longer cared about or controlled. He was at the wheel of this thing, and I was letting him do whatever he wanted.

“Fuck,” he hissed, and then his finger was gone. He grabbed my thigh that was over his and pulled it up higher. “Just like that,” he ordered, then moved slightly.

I waited, aching for more, not sure what he was doing when the large head of his rigid, thick member—which had been tucked away in his boxers—slid over my open folds.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned in my ear. “I’m just gonna feel it. Nothing else.”

I wasn’t sure what feeling it entailed, but I was so lost in themoment that I did not care.

“Goddamn, that is incredible,” he said and then sucked in air between his teeth. “I’m going to move a little. I just want to coat it with your pussy.”

I blew out a ragged breath, then inhaled again. The head of his penis hit my clit, and my body shook. He did it again, and I knew I was close. I couldn’t take much more before I orgasmed.

“Oh God,” I moaned, grabbing on to his arm that was pulling me back to him. “Ransom … I’m—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence.

He was over me, and I was flat on my back while he grabbed my thighs and held my legs open, only to stare down at my bared area for a moment while his nostrils flared.

“This pussy about to come for me?” he asked, cutting his eyes up to meet mine.

I nodded, ready to plead for him to just touch me. I’d go off like a firework.

My eyes followed his hand as he palmed his thick member. I sucked in an audible breath when I saw rather than felt the size of it. They’d all been telling the truth. Even the metal that peeked out from the base. The piercing hadn’t been a lie either. His hand stroked it up and down several times, and then he leaned over me, running the massive, swollen head from my entrance all the way to the bundle of nerves begging to be touched.

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