Page 60 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Tell me you’re my girl,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed. “I am your girl.”

He spanked her again, the brutal slap landing with a sharp crack of skin on skin. Her body jolted forwards, like she was trying to escape the pain but the moan that fell from her lips silenced the doubts in his mind. Still, he needed to be sure he wasn’t pushing her too hard, pushing her beyond her limits. “Tell me to stop,” he said through gritted teeth.

She glanced back at him again, her eyes soft even though they were wet, her smile wide and reassuring. “Never.”

He returned her smile and slowed his thrusts. “Then tell me you’ll marry me.”

Her smile sharpened into a vicious grin and she shook her head. “No.”

Jack reached into her ponytail and fisted his hand in the dark strands. “Youwillmarry me, Sophie.”

His girl laughed and fought against his grip. “Maybe I will,” she said, “but not until I win my ten dollars.”

Jack laughed out loud, released her hair and spanked her again. “Then I hope you enjoy not sitting down for the next month,” he said. “Because I’m going to spank this arse raw every day until you agree to marry me.”

“Bring it,” she said, wriggling her arse as if begging for more. “Sir.” She was taunting him, baiting him.

Enthralling him.

And he was loving every moment of it.

Sophie had sparked something inside him the moment they’d met, like the lightning bolt that had reignited Frankenstein’s monster’s heart. He felt alive again. Felt worthy again. And he was going to do everything in his power to prove to her that they should be together. Always.

It made no sense to him logically. He barely knew the woman, the mother of his unborn child. Sure, he knew all the details of her public life, all the stuff she put out there via social media, and while that was what had initially attracted him to her, that wasn’t the whole picture of who she was. And Jack wanted to get to know that person, not just the parts everyone knew, but the parts only a select few ever got to see.

He wanted all of her, wanted to consume every part of her. Every tear, every breath, every sigh, every thought, every scream was his for the taking.

Pregnant or not, Sophie washiswoman and he would not take no for an answer.

Not for long anyway.

Reaching under her, he stroked his fingers through her wetness and over her clit, chuckled when she shivered against his hand. “You’re so wet, baby. So sensitive.” He flicked her clit again and grinned as she moaned. She was so close to coming. And if they’d been in bed, he would have drawn out her release, edged her over and over again until she begged him to let her come. But time was running short—they’d be landing soon—so he gave her want she needed. Gave his girl her reward.

Gripping her hips in both hands again, he increased his pace and thrust into her tight embrace until his own release threatened to push him over the edge. “Come for me, baby,” he said, his voice ragged and low. “Come with me.”

“Yes!” Sophie threw back her head and screamed as she came, her slick wetness coating his cock and dripping down his thighs as he pounded into her from behind.

“That’s my good girl,” Jack growled through gritted teeth, the force of Sophie’s pussy clenching around him as exhilarating as it had been the first time he’d taken her to bed.

It only took one more thrust before he was right there with her, spilling his come inside her and cursing softly at the feeling of ecstasy that rocketed up his spine and ricocheted through his limbs, electrifying every cell in his body. An orgasm so powerful he was sure it would have knocked him off his feet if he hadn’t been clinging to Sophie like a life buoy.

He stayed inside her until the blood pounding in his ears quietened to a dull roar, and his breathing evened out. “You still with me, angel?” he asked, reluctant to pull out of her wet heat while he could still feel her pussy fluttering around his cock. She didn’t answer him in words, merely moaned, lifted her hand and gave him a thumbs up. Chuckling, he stroked his hands over her back again, felt her lungs expanding and contracting as she sucked in breath after breath.

Eventually, Sophie’s breathing evened out too, and Jack slowly eased out of her and took a step back, inspected his handywork. Her arse was gloriously red, a patchwork of old and new welts, but not damaged enough to leave a bruise. Even so, he made a mental note to massage a soothing salve into her skin before going to bed, something to lessen the ache a little faster and ensure her skin was protected.

As he continued inspecting her reddened flesh, he watched his come drip from her pussy and stick to her thighs. The sight of it ignited something in his lizard brain, and even though she was already pregnant with his child, he couldn’t help himself. He gently gathered his come on his fingers, collected it from where it clung to her thighs and pushed it back inside her, eliciting another moan from her, another “oh, God” as his fingers slid deep.

“Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than Sophie. She looked over her shoulder at him then, a small, tired smile on her lips. A smile he returned as he helped her stand, gathered her into his arms and kissed her softly. “We’ll be landing soon. Get dressed and I’ll fetch you some water.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly, then bent down to drag her panties back up and straighten her clothes.

Jack returned with a bottle of water and a light cotton blanket. He took a seat on the couch and coaxed Sophie into his lap, draping the blanket over their legs before unscrewing the cap on the water. “Small sips,” he said, holding the bottle to her lips.

“I can manage,” she said, a small frown bending her brow as she stared at him.

“I know you can, but I need to do this. I need to take care of you.” He felt awkward telling her that but he’d promised to be honest. “It calms me.”

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