my body, why his kisses edged from nipple to nipple. They layered a heated path from the underside of my breast to my navel. Then, finally, they descended where he had already claimed with his mouth twice before.
I wetted for him. Too much. Embarrassingly so. I passed ready and lost myself in desperation. My hips arched to meet his mouth, and the strike of his tongue against my clit rendered me useless, weak, and rattled with shivers.
“So sweet.” Jack murmured. He unbuckled his pants, but his lips never left my pussy. He licked and sucked and enjoyed me. “I want you to come for me.”
God, I came every time Jack touched me. Every time I thought about him. When I fantasized about him. At night, I touched myself imagining being stripped and at his mercy. In my bed, I’d traced my fingers in my slit and imagined the stroke of my hand was his exploring tongue within my petals.
And now I had him again, just where my body needed.
But his tongue wasn’t enough this time. I whimpered. He understood. Jack spread my legs and surveyed my nudity. Every moment of his gaze was endless praise, and I never felt so desired.
He licked his finger and stared at me. I gasped as he poked my slit, exploring my tight entrance. I held my breath as he pushed within me.
“Tease…” I whispered.
The touch only heated me more. His finger became something for my body to clench. I imagined it was his hard cock, fantasized about the torrent of cum he promised me.
His lips wrapped around my clit as he thrust with his finger—in and out, rubbing every inch of my delicate core. He hooked his finger and teased a rough spot.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” he growled. “Think you can fit me in this tiny pussy, Kiss?”
“Oh, my god…” I gripped the bed. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
Jack laughed as my body clenched him harder. My hips bucked. God, he was killing me. My hands ached to feel more than the sheets. I had to touch him, and not just his shoulders or teasing through his hair. I hadn’t seen the trouble he packed between his legs yet.
I deserved to know what would thoroughly destroy me when he finally took me for his own.
I whimpered, a combination of my own desire and timid curiosity. “Can I taste you?”
Those were the words Jack “Play-Maker” Carson lived to hear. He groaned as he pulled from my slit, but he moved fast. His pants kicked away, and he unleashed exactly what my body craved.
His cock jutted from between his legs. Proud. Impressive.
Almost frightening.
The tattoos on his chest didn’t end at his hips. They wrapped around, coiled him in bands of color and words. The tribal markings swirled over his waist and edged angrily, deliberately, around his cock.
God, what kind of man would risk a tattoo so near there?
What man actually wanted a tattoo so close to that sensitive area?
I knew that answer. The only man who would tattoo his cock was the playboy who planned to show it off.
That meant I was probably in trouble.
I was starting to like trouble.
Jack gripped me, tossing me over his body as he rested on the bed. He aimed me for that pulsing, thickening cock as my legs straddled his head. My stomach flipped. I never exposed myself like that before.
My fears dissolved as soon as his mouth regained his conquering of my slit. He seized my clit and enslaved me with his tongue.
My body jerked and shook and sweated. His thick cock hardened just for me. I captured it with a tentative hand, wrapping my fingers around the solid base. There was no way he’d fit this inside me. His cock was too big, almost villainous and intimidating. I could only imagine how full I’d be once it slid into my core.
Forced inside me.
Rutted through me.
I groaned and ran my tongue along the hot flesh, tracing a thick, pulsing vein and earning his gratitude. The muffled growl vibrated between my legs. His tongue slipped inside as the head of his cock popped into my mouth. The salty skin drove me wild, and I moaned like a wanton little whore over the taste of his cock.
Masculine. Clean.
Delicious.
What should have scared me only turned me on. I loved the weight of his cock in my hand, the heat, the unbelievable size. I’d savor every inch in my mouth if only to prepare my body to take the same inside my