Page 113 of An Unholy Affair
Kissing and nuzzling her neck, he inched two fingers inside her.
She clenched her inner muscles. ‘Jack…’
‘Yes, angel?’
She clenched again. ‘I want…’
His cock twitched in his jeans, desperate for release. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out. She moaned.
‘Do you want my cock, Eveline?’
She squeezed so hard he could hardly breathe. ‘Yes, Jack, yes.’
He released her breast, bringing his hands to the front of his jeans. Freeing his length, he grabbed a condom from his back pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, and sheathed himself.
Keeping his fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit, his other hand bunched the fabric of her dress in his fist, drawing it up.
‘Spread your legs for me,’ he whispered.
She did, and he pulled the skirts to her waist, exposing her completely.
He gripped her hip as she angled back towards him, sucking in a harsh breath as he stared at the perfect plumpness of her backside, and his swollen cock—bobbing as if demanding entry.
With every breath, she was tightening around his fingers, circling her pussy into his hand.
‘Jack… Please…’
He was the master of restraint, able to hold back his orgasm until he had wrung the maximum amount of pleasure out of his clients. But here, with Eveline, that restraint was being tested beyond all tolerance.
He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock, and rubbing her arousal over her clit.
‘Oh!’ she cried. ‘Yes!’
He pushed an inch into her pussy, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he forced his climax down. She was so hot, so tight, so mind-numbingly, body-blowingly perfect. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.
He stroked her hardened bud faster and her breath came quicker.
‘Jack! Jack, I’m going to come,’ she gasped, pushing back onto his cock. ‘I need…’
He jerked his hips forward, burying himself inside her to the hilt.
She threw her head back and screamed, convulsing around him as his fingers rubbed her clit.
He held still as she shuddered, straining to hold back the tide of his pleasure, refusing to give into his release until she’d come again.
The contractions around his cock slowed, but he didn’t let her come down fully. Still circling her clit, he withdrew a couple of inches, then thrust hard back into her.
She cried out.
He tensed, his heart pounding. ‘It’s okay, angel?’
‘Yes!’ She nodded. ‘More.’
Crackling pleasure arced through his veins and fired through his muscles. He glanced between them, watching his cock slide out of her glistening pussy, then pumped deep again.
She grabbed his hand and pulled it from her hip to her breast, folding his fingers around her nipple.
‘Fuck! Eveline!’ he growled, pinching the tip as he thrust again.
