Page 19 of Size Doesn't Matter

Her gaze dropped, and her teeth worried at her bottom lip. “What kind of marks? I’m not into knife play or anything extreme like that.”

Stroking his hand over her hair, Jack said, “Neither am I. But I would love to see my handprint painted across your arse, or the stripe of my belt around your thighs. Maybe even the tip of my whip on your tits.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed them tightly, loving her sultry moan and how her soft flesh bulged between his spread fingers. “It’s been a very long time since I decorated a body as beautiful as yours.” He released one breast to pluck at her nipple, relished her whimper when he pinched it hard. “Would you be okay with those types of marks?”

“Yes, sir.” Sophie nodded excitedly, and Jack let go of the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding.

He wanted this woman so damn much.

He wasn’t sure what he would have done if she’d said no.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking his hands down over her belly to grip at her waist. “But like I said earlier, you don’t know me well enough to let me do all of that to you. Not yet.” He smiled as she pouted. “So how about we start with a spanking and work our way up from there?”

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The enthusiasm in Sophie’s eyes was like a shot of pure adrenaline straight up Jack’s spine.

“Yes. Please, Jack.”

Yeah, I am definitely with the right person tonight.

Leaning down, he brushed his mouth over hers again, then trailed his lips along her jaw and down her throat, across her shoulder and over her breast, stopping to take her nipple between his teeth and give it a playful nip.

Her back arched, forcing more of her breast against his smiling lips, but her moan morphed into a frustrated whimper when he continued his journey south over her belly and detoured across to her hip.

“Jack?” The breathy way Sophie said his name made his cock twitch.

I want to be inside her.

“Yes, angel?”

But as desperate as he was to sink inside her sweet heat and feel her softness wrapped around him as he slaked his thirst for her, he was just as frantic to know how she tasted on his tongue. He wanted to hear her sultry moans and soft cries as he made her dance to his tune. He wanted to feel her body grip his fingers, wanted to watch her pretty eyes as she came apart for him.

Wanted to erase his brother from her brain by blowing her mind with pleasure.

Was it petty? Probably.

Did he care? Nope.

If Jack had his way, he’d brand the wordMineonto Sophie’s luscious arse and never let her out of his sight again.

The thought pulled him up short. He’d always enjoyed being in control, but he’d never considered himself a control freak.

He’d never feltpossessiveof someone before.

It felt… good.

Scary, but good.

“I thought you were going to spank me,” Sophie said, pouting slightly even as her eyes shone with playful intentions.

Jack’s hand itched to slap her thigh, but at this point, it would only serve as a reward for bad behaviour, and that was not how he played the game. Allowing another sly grin to decorate his face, he slowed his descent towards her pussy, taking his sweet time to kiss and lick every inch of available flesh. “Good things come to those who wait, Sophie.”

Her eyes narrowed, and her pout twisted into a grimace. “I hate waiting.”

He chuckled. “Good to know.”

In the past, when a playmate had offered up such delicious information, he would have dragged out her pleasure even more just to prove a point: he was in charge. As it was, he’d already teased Sophie for far longer than he’d intended, and it had been so long since Jack had sex he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out before making a fool of himself on the bedsheets.

As he slid farther back on the bed and lowered himself between her thighs, his cock brushed against her leg, and he groaned at the exquisite agony. “Fuuuck.” Then he re-exerted his self-control, forced down his own physical desires, and focussed on the pretty little cunt laid out in front of him.

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