legs cramping. Oh shit . She was still too
sensitive, but Jack continued to lick her to another orgasm. His
tongue tunneled her entrance before pulling her clit gently between
his lips. She dissolved in his mouth. Again.
Her sex was still spasming when Jack gently
pushed inside her. Just rocking into her slowly, his hard
length—her man certainly had stamina—sliding into her slickness.
When he withdrew, her body screamed from the void that was left,
and when he thrust back inside her she felt satiated. With this
man, it would always be an endless cycle of sate and
need.
Her orgasm built slowly, but was no less
explosive. She came twice more before Jack let himself go, shoving
his face in her hair as he recovered from his climax. He lay down
beside her, drew her into his arms, and spooned her as they both
drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER
FIVE
3:30
a.m. Sunday morning
Jack collapsed beside Maia. He had no idea how
they got from the bed to the floor. OK, he did. His woman woke him
up by sucking his cock, and when he couldn’t take it anymore he
dragged her up and impaled her on his erection. She rode him hard
and wild, and when he was about to come, he rolled her on her back
and continued to pump into her. But Maia wasn’t having any of that
and hooked one leg around his waist, while the other anchored one
of his leg—he hated when she did that—and flipped him over and
resumed to ride him. Well, he was determined to have the upper
hand, so he rolled her on her back again. After two more flips,
they landed on the floor. Jack cushioned their fall, but quickly
hooked the back of her knees under his elbows, grasped her wrists
on either side of her, pressed her thighs in, and continued
thrusting furiously inside her.
“ Jack, you’re playing dirty,” Maia
gasped.
“No other way with you,
sweetheart,” Jack grunted. He could feel her inner muscles
clenching around him. She was about to come and through his fog of
lust, an opportunity came to mind. They used sex to deflect issues
before, why not use mind-blowing sex as a reward for resolving
them? “Speaking of playing dirty.” He slowed the pace and started
teasing her inch by inch. Fuck, it killed
him . “Are we in accord about the AGS
negotiations?” He pulled out and rested the tip of his cock at her
entrance.
Maia’s eyes flew to his in disbelief. “We’re
having this conversation now?”
Jack pushed the head of his cock inside her.
“Uh-hm.” He leaned in to nip her lower lip that had set in a mulish
line. He loved this position; he had her locked and at his
mercy.
“ I intend to spend the next
48-hours fucking and not talking about matters we could have
settled a day ago,” he informed her.
“ You were the one who went behind
my back!”
“ And you walked out on me,” Jack
shot back. Maia shifted her hip so his erection would go deeper. He
smirked and flexed his hip away from her.
Her eyes flared with a mixture of challenge
and need.
Don’t give in, don’t give
in, Jack chanted in his brain.
“ I needed some space!”
“ Well, see. Here’s the thing. My
wife—” Jack paused. “—Will not be sneaking off for space. If she
needs to process her issues with me, she talks to me.”
“ I’m not your wife,” Maia hissed.
“Yet. And you continue this, I won’t be—Oh god!”
Time to play dirtier. Jack released her
wrists, slid down her body, and pushed her thighs further apart. He
dipped his head and nuzzled her clitoris with his nose while using
his tongue to spread her sensitive lips. His tongue circled and
swirled, thrust and licked as her body writhed frantically. Her
moans were getting choppy. He stopped—crawled up her body and
kissed her thoroughly, giving her a taste of her own musky scent
and devouring her lips the same way he did her swollen
pussy.
She nipped him. Jack tore his lips away and
grinned down at her.
“ You were saying?”
“ Fuck you, baby,” Maia got out
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