Page 24 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Jack,” she murmured, her voice soft, breathless.

Pleading.

He pulled out the top drawer of the bedside table and took out a box of condoms. Carefully, he opened one and rolled it over his thick erection, then lay with Sophie and began kissing her again. Touching her. Caressing her. Exploring her body and learning her secrets, like how she was ticklish beneath her breasts, or how the feel of his fingers digging into her thigh as he wrapped her leg around his waist made her so freaking horny for him that she was going to cry if he didn’t fuck her soon.

“Ready?” he whispered against the shell of her ear, his rich voice making her shiver.

It was all Sophie could do to stop the needy whimper that was clawing its way up her throat from escaping. “Yes, sir,” she said, proud of herself for keeping her voice steady. Until he nipped her soft earlobe between his teeth and made her moan. The tiny bite of pain caused her pelvis to tilt, and a moment later, Jack was buried balls deep inside her.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” he growled, his eyes sealed shut as he pressed his hips hard against hers. “You’re so fucking tight.” His eyes snapped open, and he frowned down at her. “Am I hurting you?”

Sophie shook her head. “No, sir. Not hurting.” To prove her point, she rocked her pelvis and tried to make him move, thrusting her hips and wriggling beneath him. He wasn’t hurting her one little bit, and the only reason she was tight was because she hadn’t gotten laid in months. And she’d doubled down on the number of Pilates classes she’d been attending. And Jack was hung like an ancient fertility god.

He pressed a kiss against her neck, and she felt his smile. “Okay, angel,” he murmured. “If you’re sure.”

When Jack pulled back to look in her eyes again, Sophie almost swooned. The desire was still there, the lust and the need, but laced through it all was a tenderness she didn’t know what to do with. This was sex. They’d only just met. And, well… he was a guy.

So where was that look coming from?

Then she remembered what he’d said about stalking her online, and her breath stalled in her lungs.

But before her mind could run away with the disturbing thought, he slid his cock almost all the way out of her, then slammed it back in. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a groan of intense pleasure escaped her gaping mouth.

Jack buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Wrap yourself around me, baby, and hold on tight.”

She did exactly that. And he started fucking her exactly how she’d hoped he would.

Hard, fast, and dirty.

After two orgasms already, Sophie was primed to pop, but she held back as best she could, determined to wait until Jack gave her permission to come. When he pushed up on his powerful arms and stared down at her, the look of determination written across his face was mesmerising. All traces of tenderness she thought she’d seen were gone.

His hips slammed into hers again and again, his long, thick cock stretching her wide and hitting so deep inside her it made her teeth rattle.

It was glorious.

Jackwas glorious.

And when he smashed his lips down on hers, when he pushed his tongue inside her mouth and stole her breath away, she knew the time had come.

She couldn’t wait for his permission.

She had to beg for it.

“Please? Oh fuck,” she said, closing her eyes as she tried to hold back the wave of bliss building in her gut.

“Please, what?” he growled, sounding just as desperate to come as she was.

“Please, I need to come,” she said, embarrassed by the whining undertone in her voice. “Please, sir. Please let me come.”

Jack’s expression turned wicked. “What will you do if I say no?”

Sophie did whimper that time and shook her head. He wouldn’t be that cruel. Would he? Unsure how to answer him, it was pure frustration that had her digging her fingernails into his shoulders and dragging him closer so she could sink her teeth into the side of his neck.

Her lover laughed out loud, seemingly unbothered by her attack. “Feisty,” he murmured, then kissed her again, hard and fast. “Now, ask me nicely.”

Sophie wanted to scowl and makehimask nicely, but she couldn’t hold it back any longer. Even felt the tell tale signs of her orgasm starting to crest as she opened her mouth to ask, “Please, sir, may I come?”

“Yes.”

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