Page 50 of Crimson Desires

I whined, bucking my hips into the air uselessly.

“You’re such an ass,” I groaned, my voice breathy.

Jack grinned wickedly. “You were getting too close.”

“That’s the point.”

“Sure. But if I’m going to make you come, I want to taste you while I do it.”

Before I could retort, Jack scooted me to the edge of the bed so that my legs hung off the side. He kneeled, kissing a gentle trail up the insides of my thighs. Anticipation stole my breath as he lingered at my pussy, unmoving.

Jack licked up my slit, stopping just shy of my clit.

“Please, Jack.” My voice was choked. Begging like this felt degrading but in the best possible way. “I need you.”

Jack continued to tease me with his tongue, edging frustratingly close to my clit but never indulging me. “What do you need me to do?”

A blush dashed my face.

Was I really doing this?

Was I really being dirty-talked by Jack Maverick?

I could barely force out the words. “I... need... you... to... makemecome.”

I’d been with other guys before. I wasn’t a virgin by any means. But never in my life had a man focused on mypleasure the way that Jack did. The attention was too much. I almost wanted to stop Jack—to take back my control by pleasuring him instead.

But his sudden dominance made me weak in the knees. My fight had dissolved into the ether.

I was his. His to pleasure. His to control. His to fuck.

“You’re going to have to be clearer,” Jack hummed. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I whined. “Jack.”

He paused, glancing up at me. His predatory expression vanished from his face. “You okay, Aster? Let me know if this is too much.”

I shook my head fervently. “No. Fuck. It’s so good. Keep going.”

The look returned. “Good.” Jack continued lapping at my pussy, unraveling me with dull shocks of pleasure. “Well, flower girl? I’m waiting.”

I swallowed thickly. “I want you to... suck my clit. I want you to fuck me with your fingers as you eat me out.” I could barely believe the voice coming out of my throat. “I want you to make me come with your mouth.”

“Gladly.”

Without further procrastination, Jack wrapped his lips around my clit. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue against the bud. Already hypersensitive from the teasing, I moaned shamelessly. My voice tore from my throat, thoughtless exclamations of, “Fuck yes,” and “Oh, Jack,” and “Don’t stop.”

Pleasure washed over me like tidal waves. My legs shook. My mind fogged.

Jack hummed, the soft vibrations elevating my pleasure to new heights.

Just as I felt that I was about to fall apart, Jack’s finger teased my entrance.

I threw my head back as his finger glided in, my wetness assisting it. Jack slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, hooking it slightly.

Suddenly, he rubbed up against something that made me see fucking stars. I moaned Jack’s name, my body convulsing as he fucked and licked and stroked me into a euphoric mess. The white-hot coil in my gut twisted.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” I said his name like a mantra.

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