Page 21 of Second Go-Round

“Begging already?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked.

I narrowed my gaze in a fake glower.

Chuckling, he dropped his shirt to the floor. “I’ll take you there, Christine. Promise.” The gravel in his low tone pulsed my core with the desire to be defiled in every way imaginable.

I felt the heat of his stare on my face but couldn’t tear mine from his fingers as they flicked open his button and pushed his jeans down. His dick was hard, thick, and ready to fuck, just the way I liked them. I reached for him.

Jarod captured my hand before I could stroke his length. “Maybe later,” he said, releasing his hold and grasping the edges of my blouse.

By habit, I sucked in my stomach as he lifted the material over my head, baring my flabby belly. Laying down always flattened everything out—except for my huge breasts that threatened to take up residence in my armpits.

He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt, and I lifted my hips as he pulled.

“You’re so fucking delightful.”

I snorted with laughter at his murmur that sounded a little too…honest. “Who the hell says delightful?”

His dark gaze captured mine, tightening my chest again.

Wariness crept around the edges of my conscience, and I visualized locking my heart up behind ten feet of steel against the smooth words he spewed.

“There’s no other word to describe you.”

The sincerity in his tone kept me from snorting again.

“Do you say that to every woman Elite contracts you to fuck?” I hadn’t meant for the words to come out so blunt, but I’d never been known to have a lot of tact.

His brow furrowed for a split second before smoothing out. “No. I don’t. And”—he climbed up over my body on his hands and knees—“you’ve got nothing to feel insecure about. You’re the kind of woman a man could get lost in. Your beautiful eyes. Those tits, a juicy sheath for my aching cock, and long legs I can’t wait to have wrapped around my waist.”

Already primed and ready to rock, I grabbed ahold of his shoulders and tried to pull him down against me.

“Patience.” He chuckled and placed his palm between my breasts, pressing me flat.

With a huff, I lay there as told, and he rewarded me with his lips against mine, allowing me to taste his sinful, luscious mouth again. Hops and underlying sweetness of something I couldn’t name laced his breath.

I moaned against his lazy, exploring tongue. Shivers rippled through me, pebbling my skin with goose bumps as his lips trailed along my jaw down to the hollow of my throat.

He finally lowered himself, settling on his elbows and filling his hands with my breasts, lifting them close together. “I’ve never seen such perfect nipples.”

I breathed in, ready to snort, but he closed his mouth over one hardened bud, and I groaned instead, my hips moving against him as my ankles locked around his back.

I’d always had super-sensitive nipples, but no man had ever taken me to the edge of climax from suckling and nipping on them.

Jarod, though...

God. I gasped and arched as he bit down, sharp teeth sending a stinging ache through my chest. “Harder.”

He pinched both nipples, feathering kisses down my sternum. “You like a little pain, sweet girl?”

“Mmm.” I guessed so.

He pressed both breasts pressed together and ran his tongue across my nipples. “Ever play with clamps?”

I shook my head and pushed his head back to my aching nubs.

He bit down on both at the same time.

“Oh, fuck!” Pain zinged through my flesh, arching my back again and sizzling into sheer need as the tingles raced to my clit. “I’m going to come.” I gasped and ground my pelvis against his hard stomach.

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