Page 126 of The Way We Win

Already, I can tell a difference, and air rises in my chest. My phone buzzes, and my car reads the text aloud.

Sir

Park at my place and come inside.

Turning the wheel, I do as he says, parking beside his truck. When I get out, I pause, looking around quickly before bending my knees to reinsert the small cone quickly.

The large room is lit by only a few small lamps when Ienter, and I’m not sure what to do. I start to kneel when I hear his voice.

“Come here.” It’s a low order, and heat flushes from my breasts to my neck.

I walk to where he’s sitting in that leather armchair, blue eyes level on mine. My stomach twists tighter with every step, and I’m so on edge.

I stop in front of him, waiting for his next order.

A predatory gleam is in his eye. “Let me see it.”

My lips part as I turn my back and lean forward so the bottom of my skirt rises higher on my thighs. I place my palms on the sides of my legs, sliding them up until the hem is over my lower back.

A soft hiss comes from Jack’s lips, and I exhale a whimper when his large hand slips between my thighs. His palm moves higher on my skin until the side of his fingers makes contact with my clit.

I exhale another moan, and he slides his fingers all the way to my core. “You’re dripping. Does this mean you like it?”

Nodding, I answer quickly. “Yes.”

Both hands grip my ass, and I cry out when he dips two fingers into my pussy. “Go to the table, lean forward on your stomach, and hold onto the edge.”

My knees wobble as I do what he says, walking to the sturdy wooden table in the kitchen and leaning down to rest my stomach on the wood. I reach over my head with both hands, hooking my fingers on the edge. Cool air drifts around my private parts as I wait.

“Don’t let go.” Another low order.

The sound of rustling and the slide of a zipper sends me higher. I brace for his invasion. Instead, large hands cup my rear, spreading me apart as his tongue penetrates my body.

“Oh!” I gasp as he slides it forward, circling it over my clit, firmly and repeatedly.

He growls low, vibrating my body as he eats me. I’m so onedge, my thighs start to tremble, and my orgasm twists irresistibly tight in my lower pelvis. I hold onto the edge of the table, whimpering with each pass of his expert tongue.

All at once he stops and stands, spreading me apart again, and I feel his finger trace the edge of the pink jewel, moving it inside me. I feel his tip nudging at my entrance, and he leans forward, speaking low in my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.” Another whimper escapes on a breath as he continues. “And you’re going to love it.”

He drives his cock in all the way to the hilt with one firm thrust, and the sensation is overwhelming. The plug dips, and I don’t know why it feels so good. I don’t understand.

He groans, pulling back and driving in again as he speaks. “This is for all the times you teased me at school, walking around in that short, fuck-me skirt, with those red lips. Looking like you knew how I ached to touch you, but I couldn’t.” Another hard thrust, and my eyes squeeze as wetness slips onto my inner thighs. “Bending over on the field with this sexy ass in the air like you wanted to make me hard in front of the team…”

He moves faster, thrusting deeper, shifting the cone inside me with every drive. I’m gasping, panting, as the pressure grows tighter. I’m on my toes, lifting my ass, begging for more.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You love it because it’s true.”

He slaps my ass hard, and I scream. He does it again, and I moan. He moves faster, and my vision blackens. The top of my head burns, and I’m lost in sensation. I’ve never felt this way in my life, and all at once, I’m struck by divine lightning.

My entire body shakes. I think I’m screaming.

His strong forearm goes around my chest, and he lifts my stomach off the table, my back to his chest. He’s still fucking me, and I’m still coming.

Stars explode behind my eyes. His hand moves between my thighs, where he circles fiercely, massaging my clit, and I erupt again, shaking and crying.

“That’s right, take my cock.” Flattening his fingers, he slapsmy pussy repeatedly, until it smacks of wetness, until my knees buckle, and I reach back to hold his arms to stay upright. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you?”

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