Page 59 of Size Doesn't Matter

Without a word she complied, reaching back to tug the skirt up over her hips until the fabric bunched around her waist and revealed her simple white cotton panties. Jack licked his lips at the sight, especially the darkened spot of fabric between her thighs.

She was wet for him.

So wet she was making a mess of her underwear.

“Good girl,” he purred, then hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down her long legs. He wanted to savour the moment but knew they didn’t have long. The flight between the Sunshine Coast and Sydney was only a short hop, and they were running out of time.

As Sophie’s underwear reached her ankles, Jack abandoned all pretence of decorum and knelt behind her, leaned forward and pressed his face against her pussy. He loved her sharp little intake of breath as he swiped his tongue along her slit and nuzzled against her dampness, his fingers digging into her hips to prevent her escape as he inhaled her sweet scent.

“Jack.” She whimpered and squirmed against him and tried to close her legs, but a quick slap against her inner thigh made her still, made her muscles tighten and quiver. “Sir.”

“Are you ready for your reward, baby?”

She audibly swallowed and her voice quavered as she said, “Depends on what it is.”

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked, his grin evident in his voice.

He didn’t know how he thought she would answer that, but he hadn’t expected her to look over her shoulder at him and smile shyly. “Yes, sir. Idotrust you.”

The way she said it made him think she’d only just realised that fact herself—Sophietrustedhim—and he wondered if her heart was beating as fast as his, wondered if maybe he wasn’t alone in the way he felt.

Maybe she was falling in love with him too.

The thought made his cock twitch and flex where it sat in his open fly, eager to seat itself inside her hot, tight pussy, but first he needed to taste her. Needed the scent of her on his skin, the taste of her on his tongue.

He needed to devour and consume her.

Without another thought he shoved his face between her thighs and ate her cunt like a man possessed. Sophie cried out at his ferocity, and he heard the leather cushions squeak and squeal as her fingers scrunched against them. Pulling her folds wider apart, he slipped his tongue deeper. He loved her squeal of shock, loved the way she pushed back against his face, urging him to delve deeper. Loved hearing her breathing grow ragged, hearing her curse him to hell and back for the things he did to her. Loved hearing her snarl in frustration when he pulled away and levered to his feet.

Shoving his shorts down and out of his way, Jack lined their bodies up and eased himself between Sophie’s soft folds. His lover let out one long groan as he entered her and he grinned, imagining her eyes rolling back in her head. He had seen it happen often enough when he’d fucked her face to face.

He moved inside her slowly at first, pulling back and pushing forwards in an easy, gentle rhythm. But she was so wet for him, so hot and tight and soft that he couldn’t resist the urge to truly fuck her for long, specially when she demanded more from him.

When she begged for it.

“Please, sir,” she panted. “Harder. Please.”

Who the fuck was he to deny his woman what she wanted?

What she needed.

“Okay, baby. Hold on tight.”

The only hint she gave that she’d heard him at all was a muttered “Uh-huh”. But then she shifted her hands to the back of the couch instead of the seat and gripped those leather cushions so tightly he thought her perfectly manicured nails might tear through the soft hide.

“Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Because he was done holding back. Gripping her hips tightly, he slammed their bodies together with such force that Sophie’s knees buckled and she scrambled to kneel on the couch before she collapsed on the floor instead.

“Oh, God!” she screamed as he continued thrusting, her spine bowing and her head thrown back. “Yes!”

Jack released her hip and stroked his fingers up her spine, enjoying the sight of goosebumps appearing in their wake and watching her whole body shiver and shake with the added sensation. Then he drew that hand back and it fly, smacking her arse with enough force to elicit another scream from his girl, another moan, another enthusiastic “yes”.

Another desperate “please”.

He spanked her again. And again and again, adding to the faded welts he’d left her with after their morning romp. Alternating which cheek he hit and with how much force, he spanked her until her arse was as pink as her pretty little pussy, her cheeks were soaked with tears and Sophie was a sobbing, shaking mess of arousal and need.

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