Page 68 of Crimson Desires

Jack didn’t hesitate a moment longer. He sunk his length into me. Somehow, my body accommodated his size.

I whimpered. The fullness I felt was intense, bordering on uncomfortable. Jack leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the cheek.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re taking me so well. Now, just relax.”

I forced my body to loosen up. Jack allowed me a moment to adjust. Then, slowly, he started to move. I wrapped my arms around his back, fingernails sinking into his skin as his dick thrust into me. Little bursts of pleasure exploded within my core as he fucked me, and I couldn’t stop his name from rolling off my tongue like a prayer.

All I could see, all I could smell, all I could feel was Jack.

He invaded every sense. He touched every nerve.

And suddenly I realized how pointless my attempts to stay away from him had been. This sensation, this magnetism, this pleasure—not even God himself could have prevented it.

Jack shifted. The slight adjustment in his angle made him hit something inside of me that made me scream.

I was by no means quiet in bed. But this was something else entirely. My voice broke from my throat like a caged animal as Jack hit my G-spot. And once he’d found it, he didn’t dare to lose it. Jack gripped my hips tightly, his face twisted in pleasure, as he slammed into that white-hot bundle of nerves inside me over and over and over again.

Jack repositioned his hands, bracing himself with his left and using the right to stimulate my clit.

The added sensation was too much.

My body convulsed. My brain fizzled. I came. I clenched around Jack’s cock, my body wracked with overwhelming waves of pleasure.

“Fuck, Aster!” Jack shouted. His thrusts became more erratic as he lost control and climaxed as well.

For a moment after we’d both finished, we just laid there. Jack remained inside of me, his body sagging gently over mine. I could feel his heart thrumming in his chest at one million miles per hour. He glistened with sweat.

I was no better, shivering and gasping to catch my breath. I held him tight, craving his warmth.

Eventually, Jack pulled out. He discarded his condom. Then, he rolled over to me, his arms wrapped securely around my chest. He kissed the back of my head. The gesture made my heart ache. It was so gentle, so intimate, so normal.

For a moment, I was able to fool myself. I was able to pretend that Jack and I were just a regular couple in love.

The fantasy was blissful.

“How do you feel?” Jack asked. His voice was low but sweet.

“Good.” I smiled a bit. “Guess I can cross sex with a rock star off my bucket list, huh?”

“Guess you can.” Jack pulled me closer to him. “But now you’ve got to add a lot of stuff, too.”

“Like what?”

“Sex with a rock star in a plane. Sex with a rock star on a yacht. Sex with a rock star on a Saint Andrew’s Cross.”

“What the hell is that last one?” I asked, lifting a brow.

Jack laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and reverberating through my body. “Look it up. You won’t be disappointed.” The laughter died down. “Seriously, Aster. I hope you know that this wasn’t just a one-time thing. I’ve got you now, and I don’t intend to let you go anytime soon.”

With a single sentence, Jack had knocked the wind out of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “You can’t say that kind of shit to me, Jack.”

“Why not? It’s the truth,” Jack said. “Aster, I’ve only known you for a few days, but you’ve already made me a better person. I want to keep you in my life. I want to keep growing with you. I want you to be my girl.”

“Fuck you, Jack,” I said. Tears threatened my eyes, but I forced them down. I tried to wriggle away, but Jack held me tight.

“No. I’m not letting you go.” Jack’s voice was firm. “Aster, why can’t you accept that I like you? That I want a real relationship with you?”

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