Page 67 of Crimson Desires

I couldn’t speak. My heart was too far up in my throat to even try. Instead, I just nodded enthusiastically.

Jack grinned. With superhuman speed and dexterity, he yanked off my panties and hoodie. Then, he gave me a passionate kiss before manhandling me—lifting me on top of his body and turning me so that my dripping core was over his face and my lips hovered above his cock.

I lowered my mouth onto his dick, tongue swirling around his head as I began to slowly bob up and down.

Jack responded by wrapping his arms around my lower back and pulling me down, practically forcing my pussy into his face. I broke away from Jack’s dick to whine as he began eating me out, his flat tongue feeling heavenly against my clit.

I fisted the bedsheets, trying desperately to keep my composure as Jack attacked me with pleasure.

God, how was he so good at this? I thought, my mind already addled with lust. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to come in minutes.

I steeled myself. Surrendering my control to Jack had been wonderfully erotic—but this time, I wanted to have him under my thumb. Fighting through the waves of euphoria coursing through my body, I lowered my mouth back down onto his dick and began to suck.

More than anything, I wanted to make Jack come before I did.

Apparently, though, Jack had similar ambitions.

We fought, fire against fire, tongue against flesh, as we both tried to bring the other to climax.

Jack roughly tongued my entrance, causing me to cry out. I’d never experienced a sensation like that before, and it was enough to make me a whimpering mess. Jack hummed in satisfaction, pleased to find that he had given himself the upper hand.

“Jack, slow down. I’m going to come!” I gasped. My voice was breathy. A black vignette already edged my vision. My body twitched uncontrollably, legs shaking and stomach tightening as I could do nothing but endure the delicious electricity running through every one of my nerve endings.

Though I was on the brink of losing, I wasn’t willing to give up yet.

I sucked Jack’s cock head, using my hand to stroke the shaft as I focused all my attention on his most sensitive part.

Jack moaned and bucked into my mouth. His toes curled.

Victory.

Unfortunately, Jack was determined to make me finish first. He returned his tongue to my clit—and it only took a few wet strokes to tip me over the edge.

I shuddered as I came, my lips still tight around Jack’s cock as he continued to lick and suck me through my orgasm.

My climax triggered Jack’s, and he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, intoxicated by the bitter taste. Hearing Jack moan into my pussy was painfully erotic, and I nearly came again just from the sound of it.

As soon as we’d both finished, Jack maneuvered us again. Even though he’d just finished, he still looked hungry for more. I felt a giddy fear tickle my spine as Jack flipped me over onto my back and positioned himself between my legs.

Jack reached into the pocket of his discarded jogging shorts and withdrew a condom. My eyes widened.

“You planned for this to happen?” I said, faking anger and disbelief. “You’re such an ass.”

Jack winked at me. He smiled with that perfect, crooked grin. “I didn’t plan for anything. I’m just very prepared. Now lay back and enjoy, flower girl.”

I sucked in a breath at the nickname. Only two weeks earlier, that nickname had infuriated me. And now, it was music to my fucking ears.

Jack rolled the condom onto his cock and tossed the wrapper aside. There was little need for foreplay—I was already soaked from my first orgasm—but Jack spent a few minutes warming me up anyways. He massaged and kissed my breasts, tongue lingering for just a moment on my nipples. He rubbed his cock up against my slit, making me almost delirious with the need for him.

“Please, Jack,” I moaned. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I was still a little overstimulated from my first orgasm, and it was magnifying the sensation of every little touch. I felt totally and utterly unraveled.

“Please what?” Jack asked. He straightened a bit, lining his dick up with my entrance. I tried to grind into it, but he held my hips fast. “I want to hear you fucking say it, Aster.”

As if everything else wasn’t enough, he reached up and ground his thumb into my clit.

I keened, my back arching and my mouth falling open. The words tumbled out of me—

all pretenses of restraint lost at the hands of Jack Maverick. “Please, fuck me!” I yelped. “Please, please, please. I want you in me, Jack. I want you.”

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