Page 52 of Size Doesn't Matter

Jack stared, completely transfixed, watching his girl writhe on the bed, listening to her little moans and hums of pleasure as she plunged her finger in and out, added a second one. Thumbed her clit. Squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple.

His tongue stroked along his lower lip as he unzipped his trousers, and his control was hanging by a thread as he pulled his iron-hard shaft from his boxer briefs and began pumping his fist along his length, his rhythm matching hers.

Neither of them spoke as they worked towards their mutual goal.

No words were needed.

He was entranced by her.

Each time she slid her fingers inside her pussy, her hips would arch off the bed, would roll up to meet the willing intrusion. It was like watching her fuck an invisible lover. And every so often she would withdraw those fingers completely to circle her clit, to spread her moisture around the tiny protruding nub, to tease and tempt and torture it before disappearing back inside her.

But it was the way her expressions changed that truly held his attention. Every little emotion played out across her beautiful face so freely, so openly.

She held nothing back from him.

Jack felt the familiar pull at the base of his spine, knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He squeezed the base of his cock to hold back his climax, but when Sophie’s hips arched off the bed again, he knew he was done. When her teeth sank into her plush bottom lip and her eyelids shuttered again, a half grin lifted his lips.

He wasn’t the only one ready to explode.

“Please,” she whimpered, her dark eyes pools of molten need, staring up at him through the curtain of her eyelashes. Staring at him like he was the answer to all her questions, the holder of all her cards. Trusting him not to hurt her as others before him had.

In that moment he knew.

He would doanythingfor her.

His open, honest, trusting girl.

“You want me inside you, baby?”

She nodded so fast, he wasn’t sure it was good for his ego. “Yes.Please.”

He jerked his chin at her. “Move farther back.”

She scrambled backwards on her hands, wriggling her arse and digging her heels into the mattress until she rested in the middle of the soft bedding. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession, her silky skin flushed and alluring. Her hands clenched in the blankets around her and her lips parted, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten the plush little pillows, inviting him, begging him to come closer. So he did.

He quickly followed her onto the bed, so desperate to get inside her that he didn’t even bother to shed his clothes. Without a single word, he loomed over her, notched his cock between her thighs, and drove home.

“Jack!” Sophie cried. Her back arched, forcing her breasts against the cotton of his shirt. “Need to touch you,” she said between panted breaths, then grabbed at his shirt, tugged it free of his pants, and tore it open.

Jack laughed as buttons flew off in all directions. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so fucking happy. Until Sophie pressed her hands against his naked flesh, sending a zing of electricity through every fibre of his being, down to his bones.

Down to his very soul.

Closing his eyes, he shuddered, a physical release of all the tension he’d been carrying around for the last month. All of the longing and lust and frustration he’d felt since Sophie had walked out of that hotel room and left him alone with his anger and regret.

Pushing up on his arms, he slammed his body into hers, drove his cock as deep into her tight, wet pussy as he could get it. “Fuck,” he growled. “I have missed you. I have missed this.”

“I missed you too,” she said, then grinned wickedly up at him. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Jack chuckled but did as she asked, doubling his efforts to bury himself as far inside her as he could. There would be time to paint her arse red later for making the demand. Within moments her muscles fluttered around him, and he saw a telltale redness creep up her neck. Heard the desperation in her panted breaths, but she still hadn’t come.

And that was when he realised… she was holding out for him. Waiting for his permission to let herself go. That knowledge alone was almost enough to make him come, but he wouldn’t—couldn’t—not before her.

Then she whispered, “Please, Jack. Sir…please.”

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. “You beg so beautifully,” he murmured through gritted teeth, then added, “Come with me, angel. Come. Now.”

He bit her earlobe and her whole body tightened around him. Her pussy clenched like a fist around his cock. Her heels dug into his arse, her fingers into his shoulders. Her teeth sank into the muscle between his shoulder and his neck. And then her neck was arching, her head thrown back as a cry of satisfaction escaped her throat.

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