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Jack smirks against my neck, and I know he’s pleased. He pulls back just enough to reach between us, and a second passes before I feel the head of his cock breach my entrance. My breath hitches and gets stuck in my throat as he surges forward. He eases out and pushes back in a few times, sinking a little deeper each time as I adjust to his size. When he finally bottoms out, I moan at the slight burn of him stretching me.

He groans as I clamp down on him, a hand falling down to my thigh and gripping it tightly. “You fit me perfectly,” he rumbles and hikes my leg higher over his hip. “I knew you would.”

My nails rake down his back and cause a shudder to ripple through his body. “Fuck me.”

With a growl he does just that. He withdraws to the tip before slowly thrusting back in, still letting me adjust to him. He does this a few more times before really moving. Soon he’s pounding into me with hard, quick thrusts, my breasts bouncing with each one. His hand drops my thigh in favor of squeezing one, fingers pinching the nipple around the metal bar. I squeeze my eyes shut as pure pleasure completely overtakes my senses. My body knows nothing but Jack and the ecstasy he’s bringing it.

With a parting suckle to the neglected nipple, he shifts back onto his knees. He grabs my calves and yanks me closer until my knees are hanging over his hips. With a firm grip on my thighs, he swiftly fills me once again before starting a relentless pace.

The new angle hits that sensitive spot, and I’m crying out before I can stop myself. “Fuck!”

Maybe he knows I’m teetering on that edge, but he growls out, “Not yet.” His grip turns almost bruising as he slams harder into me. “Not until I say so.”

He’s fucking crazy if he thinks I can stop this with what he’s doing to me.

“I can’t—”

“You will,” he commands, but it’s almost drowned out by the wet sound of our bodies slapping against one another. I bite my lip, trying to hold out on my orgasm, but it’s like trying to hold back a flood with a piece of paper. He grunts, his thrusting almost turning frantic. “Almost, Valkyrie.”

I whimper in response. Actually fucking whimper. “Jack.” Somehow his name comes out as both a curse and a plea.

“Say it again, and you can come.” He reaches between us, his thumb strumming my clit.

“Jack!” I cry out as my orgasm hits me hard, hips jerking in his hold and legs trembling.

“Fuck!” His growl is loud enough to shake my already quivering body. With a few spastic thrusts, he buries himself deep and follows me over the edge.

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