Page 137 of Hell Hath No Fury
Holy shit.
That shouldn’t be sexy. I’ve never been with someone bossy in bed. Someone who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to take it. Someone not scared I’d break or would sic the queen on them.
It shouldn’t make me hotter than Hades, but holy hell, does it ever.
I watch, transfixed as he buries his face against me, his five-o’clock shadow scraping against the inside of my thighs. My knees threaten to give out as the pressure builds, and my body trembles. “Jack... I can’t—”
“Oh yes, you can,” he growls against my pussy while his finger curls inside me. Jack sucks my clit between his lips, and a soundless cry escapes from my throat. My orgasm crashes into me fast and hard and so much better than any I ever gave myself.
I convulse around him, over and over, while Jack laps at my core.
Never backing off.
Demanding more than I think I can give.
Finally, his mouth trails a line up the length of my stomach before he raises to his full height and scoops me up in his arms.
“Jesus, Aurora. You taste fucking incredible.” His mouth covers mine as his tongue pushes between my lips, the taste of my orgasm overwhelming me when I suck his tongue.
A self-conscious flush momentarily rushes over my skin even as I savor his filthy words, and he lays me down on the bed.
I lean up on my elbow and reach for his belt, unsure where this fearless woman has come from but enjoying her, even though it feels like an out-of-body experience.
It’s as if I’m watching someone else take charge and enjoy herself in a way she never has before.
Jack runs his thumb along my cheek as I struggle to free his belt, then drop it to the floor and start working on his jeans.
He grabs his wallet and pulls a condom out, shaking me from my orgasmic haze.
Thank goodness one of us is thinking about protection because my brain is focused on feeling this man’s weight on me.
He steps out of his jeans and freezes as my fingers trail down his abdomen, tracing his inked skin, before sliding along the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I lift my eyes to his for a moment, hesitating. But the molten lava I see staring back at me from the depths of his eyes gives me a renewed sense of confidence. Once I’ve pushed his boxers down, I run my thumb over the head of Jack’s dick, gathering the pearl of precum dotting the tip. Slowly, I look up at him and suck my thumb between my lips, finally tasting him.
His resounding groan is deep and sultry. So incredibly sexy, my entire body pulses with a need to have him inside me. I lick a sloppy line up the length of his dick before taking him deep into my throat and swallowing.
“Yeah...” he croons as his hands cup the back of my head. “That’s it. You’ve got a filthy little mouth on you, don’t you, Aurora?” That velvety voice gets all sorts of raspy with each wicked word, and my pussy pulses with the need to be filled.
I pick up my pace as tears flood my eyes, and I gag but don’t stop. I never enjoyed giving head before, but I revel in each of his groans. I grow more wet with every thrust of his powerful hips until he reaches down and pulls me to my feet.
He kisses me until I’m lightheaded as our tongues dance together. With one knee on the bed, he tears the condom packet open with his teeth. “Jesus Christ, Aurora. You’re fucking incredible.”
My body soars at his words of praise, and I reach for his lean hips, my nails scratching at his skin. Wanting more. “Then show me.”
CHAPTER SIX
Jack
I never go down on a casual fuck, but nothing about this woman screams casual. She’s no groupie, and my gut tells me she should be so much more than a one-night stand. But my dick isn’t listening to any of that right now. My body strains to get closer.
To take.
To give.
To possess.
I roll the condom over my cock and run it over her soaked pussy, then smack it against her clit, unable to keep my eyes off her perfect pink skin squirming beneath me. “Tell me what you want, Aurora.”
