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Jackie’s body is fevered, aching for mine, and her eyes are like a storm-tossed sea, that brilliant blue shining in the dark like precious stones.
My fingers graze the back of her thigh, and I lift one leg around my waist.
“Touch me. Take off my shirt.”
“You’ve never let me undress you.”
She obeys, her hands going to the collar of my shirt, undoing the buttons. Then her lips trail down my skin.
“Bite me. Scratch me the way I know you like to. You’re mine. Give me everything, Jackie.”
She gasps, and I lower my mouth to take control of hers.
Jackie moans into my tongue as I push forward, letting her feel my hard length against her stomach.
I catch her lower lip between my teeth, sucking the flesh.
It’s a rough kiss, and she presses against me, offering herself to my hands.
We groan into each other’s mouths, our bodies grinding in mutual torture.
She finishes unbuttoning my shirt, and her teeth and tongue move to my chest, biting light at first, then harder, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure mixed.
My fingers slip inside her panties, finding the needy wetness of her desire. Her clit throbs under my thumb, and she whimpers when I attack it mercilessly.
Her breath is hot and heavy against my skin.
I sink one finger into her soaked pussy, then another, fucking her slowly, preparing her for me. The hunger tearing through me is uncontrollable.
That tight little nub pulses against my thumb, and her moans grow until she’s begging for release without shame.
Every time my fingers drive into her, Jackie promises me anything if I don’t stop touching her. Her lack of control unsteadies me. I carry her to a piece of furniture doubling as a desk and set her on the wooden surface. I don’t let her close her thighs, planting her feet on it instead.
With a sharp tug, I tear her panties away, giving me full access to the sex that’s begging to be taken.
I make her lean back and step away. Like some caveman, I take a moment to admire my woman. Passionate, surrendered, all mine.
Jackie has never looked more beautiful, wearing nothing but the white lace strapless bra and the stilettos she had on at the courthouse—her nipples hard enough to pierce the fabric.
Right now, she’s an unashamed goddess.
I hook both her thighs over my shoulders and bury my face in the pussy that’s become my addiction.
One hand reaches up, pinching her nipple, while my tongue gives her no rest, licking her slick folds, sucking her clit, thrusting deep into her tight walls.
Her orgasm hits without warning, and she comes so hard her sweetness runs down my chin.
I’m starving and keep sucking until her legs go limp.
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I kiss her mouth slowly, making her taste herself on my tongue.
My hands slide to her back, unclasping her bra completely.
I grab her by the waist and pull her to her feet. Like a damned voyeur, I take a step back and watch the only woman who has the power to throw me off-balance, naked, beautiful, wearing nothing but high heels.
Jackie’s face is the image of satisfaction and promises.
