Page 77 of Blood

All mine.

Jack grabs the base of his hard cock and gives it a squeeze, his eyes never leaving mine as he does so.

“Well?” A teasing glint manifests in his gaze. “You said you wanted my cock inside of you. What are you waiting for?”

“Someone’s feeling cheeky tonight,” I tease as I move to my hands and knees and offer a languid lap of my tongue across his tip. His dick jerks, and I smile inwardly to myself, pleased at his innate reaction to such a small touch.

Jack abruptly grabs my cheeks between both of his hands. His worried eyes survey my own. “Is it too much?” he asks nervously. “I know I can be a little rough with you—”

“It’s perfect, Jack,” I promise him. “I love the way you touch me.”

And I do.

Sometimes, I need the careful reverence and gentleness that Hux offers. Other times, I need to have complete control like I do with Vin. Then there are times I need to give up my ironclad control and allow Dimitri to take the reins. With Jack, I don’t need to take control nor give it up. We’re equals when we touch each other. He doesn’t hesitate to work my body the way he wants to, but he doesn’t begrudge me the same chance.

“Now...” I offer him what I hope is a seductive smile as I resume my work on his hard cock. As my mouth works the tip of him, I wrap my hand around the base, stroking and twisting. I apply just enough pressure that he cries out in alarm but not enough to actually hurt him. I suck him hungrily, ravenously, desperately, loving the way his cum tastes on my tongue. When I’m sure I won’t choke, I remove my hand and lower my mouth all the way to the base.

“Violet, frick...” He tangles his fingers in my hair as he fucks my mouth, pistoning in and out of me, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

I can’t help but smile coquettishly against his length.

Because, yeah, I’m a smug bitch. And nothing makes me smugger than knowing I put that expression of unfettered pleasure on my mate’s face. Me.

“You’re so perfect, angel. So beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. God, I love you. I love you so much,” Jack mutters, his voice as smooth as cognac.

My pulse races, my adrenaline spiking, and I just know Jack is close to that edge. I can feel the way his cock jerks inside of my mouth, hear how erratic his breathing has become, see the fluttering of his lashes as he struggles to hold on.

A gleam ignites in his eyes, and he abruptly tugs my head off his cock. He uses his grip on my hair to guide my face to his, kissing me hungrily, each swipe of his tongue sending heat spiraling through my body.

“Take your pants off, Violet. Now,” he growls as he takes one of my stiff nipples into his mouth and then releases it with a pop.

As he does that, I work to fully remove my sweats and panties, kicking the clothing away from me.

When I’m naked, Jack grabs my hips once more and helps me straddle his legs. I can feel the hairs on his thighs rubbing against my skin, somehow lighting up all of my nerve endings.

“Put me inside of you, Violet,” he murmurs against my nipple as he continues to lick, suck, and nibble on the sensitive nub.

Eagerly, I reach between our bodies until I’m grasping his rigid length. It takes a few tries to line myself up with him—my body is too-overstimulated and my muscles feel like lead—but soon, I feel the tip of his dick brushing against my most sensitive folds.

I put some weight on my heels to push myself up, and then I slam back down on his dick. We both groan at the contact, my walls clenching around his length as I struggle to adjust to the intrusion.

“Fuck, Violet,” Jack murmurs, and the use of that swear word has streaks of red dancing across my vision. Jack only swears when he’s feeling a strong emotion or close to losing control. So, to hear it now...

I once again push off him, causing the tip of his dick to drag over my most sensitive spots, before slamming back down.

“Yes,” I groan.

“Ride me, angel.” His fingers move to grip my hips, tightening just enough to leave bruises. “I want to feel you ride my cock.”

I use my heels to push myself up and down his length, easily finding a rhythm. Jack thrusts his hips upward in time with me, his hands moving from my hips to my bouncing tits, kneading the overstimulated flesh and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

His cries of pleasure harmonize with my own as we both take running dives off the looming cliff. I scream as I explode around him, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me and somehow settling the maelstrom raging in my mind. All the fear, the worry, the panic... They all dissipate as I wrap my arms tight around Jack, trembling through the aftershocks. I’m barely even aware of Jack roaring his release as well, my body limp and languid.

Love fills me, and I swear I’m close to bursting with the enormity of it.

How could I have gotten so lucky to have him in my life?

“Jack,” I whisper as I drop my sweaty forehead to his shoulder and work to modulate my breathing. “Fuck, Jack.”

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