Page 69 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Which point?” he’d asked, grinning down at her, one brow cocked. “That I’m weird?”

“Yes. I’ve never met a man who actively wants kids. It’s… I don’t know.”

He’d laughed, obviously entertained by her disbelief. “Weird?”

“Yeah.” She’d giggled, his humour infectious. “But a good weird, you know?”

“I do,” he’d said, then kissed her slow and deep, stripped her naked and had his wicked way with her.

The memory of Jack’s hands on her body, of his mouth on her skin, coupled with the thick erection currently pressed against her arse—and the knowledge of what that beast could do—was making her pussy very wet, and her inner brat wanted to play.

Morning sickness be damned.

She wanted Jack inside her and she wanted him now.

Reaching behind her, she took his cock in hand and lightly stroked him from root to tip, stilling when she heard him chuckle.

“Someone’s awake early.” His voice was thick with sleep, deep and sexy and warm.

She wriggled her arse and glanced over her shoulder, grinned at him. “What are you going to do about it?”

His chuckle grew sinister, his grip tightened on her hip. “I’m going to fuck my brat into submission,” he growled, and notched himself between her legs, the smooth tip of his cock nudging inside her. “Are you wet for me, baby? I know you are,” he whispered by her ear, his dark velvet voice wrapping itself around her, holding her enthralled. “I can feel you, all silky soft and dripping wet.”

Sophie bit her lip to hold back her whimper, but she wriggled her arse again, encouraging him to do as he wished. To push deeper.

“You want me inside you, angel? You want Sir’s thick cock filling you up?”

She desperately wanted to scream at him for teasing her, especially when the hand that had been gripping her hip slid between her legs and found her clit with pinpoint accuracy. She wanted to play, wanted to taunt, wanted to drag it out for as long as she possibly could, but there was that desperation again creeping through her, holding her captive. Thatcraving. That need to have him take her and love her and make her completely and utterly his.

“Yes, sir. I want that very much.”

“Then be a good little girl and beg me for it,” he snarled. “Beg for my cock.”

Jack slid his cock a fraction deeper, just deep enough for her pussy to stretch around him, to ignite those nerve endings and shoot paroxysms of pleasure deep into her core. She shivered all over and this time her whimpers would not be restrained.

“Jack, sir. Please. Please fill me with your cock. I want to be your good girl. I want to be yours.”

A week had passed since she’d admitted to Anna in the kitchen that she loved Jack, but she still hadn’t gathered the courage to say it to his face. She still held back just that little bit, scared it was all a beautiful dream and she was going to wake up at any moment and find herself right back where she started, scared and alone.

An outsider, unwanted and unloved.

But this she could do.

Sex was easy.

Sex was the common denominator of all things.

At least she could trick herself into believing that for as long as Jack was inside her. Which he wasn’t. Not yet. She hadn’t begged enough. “Please,” she said again, surprised by the catch in her voice. “Please fuck me into submission. Please hold me. Please take me. Please… love me.”

Jack slammed his hips forward, seating himself deep inside her and held her so tightly she thought her ribs might crack. “I do love you, angel. I will always love you.” He held out his little finger. “I pinkie swear it.”

Sophie hiccoughed a laugh and joined her pinkie with his, the gesture, as childish as it was, meaning more to her than he knew, and a sudden burst of brattitude made her push away from her lover and turn to face him.

Ripping back the covers, she exposed his glorious body to her hungry gaze and took a moment to admire and ogle him, from his broad shoulders, to his washboard abs, to his long, thick cock, still glistening with her juices.

“Like what you see?” he said, humour dancing in his perfect blue eyes.

“Yep.” Sophie laughed happily and straddled his hips, grabbed his erection and guided it back inside her. Where it belonged. “I wanted to see your face,” she said, slowly sinking down on him as she drank in his handsome features. “I needed to see what you looked like when I—” The feel of his erection hitting deep stole the breath from her lungs and all thought from her mind, the sensation sublime.

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