He eased his tip inside, and even that hard bit of him felt like heaven, like the magic elixir to cure the ache currently roasting her alive.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice strained. “Tell me what you want.”
Morgan never considered holding back. “Fuck me. Now!”
With that, he pushed her hips down as he thrust up. Tissues unused to such invasion protested at first, unable to accommodate his girth. She cried out.
“Relax,” he ground out. “Open to me, cher.”
Morgan did her best to loosen her muscles—hard when she was dying a slow death by desire. Jack kept pushing his way inside, the blade of his flesh cutting through her like soft butter, probing past nerve endings with the wide head of his cock, awakening them, leaving tingles screaming in his wake. He made her need soar, and it seemed like forever until he was buried to the hilt. Oh, God, she needed to come.
She’d never taken a man this big, this deep. She could feel him in the back of her tonsils. The width of him stretched her until her flesh burned. But it wasn’t enough.
That hint of pain fueled something inside her. Her blood raced, perspiration burst across her skin. The ache made her hyperaware of being alive, of the pleasure roiling beside the sting.
“More!” she demanded. “Please…”
Without warning, he withdrew nearly all the way, then eased back in, much gentler than before. The pain faded, but it had charged up the tissues in her sex as never before. She swore she could feel ever inch, every vein, of his c**k rasping across suddenly sensitive flesh inside her.
Jack brought agonizing pleasure with every slow stroke, every rub of the swollen head of his c**k right over the flesh inside that had her gasping. Gasping, burning need took over, receding everything but the feel of him, her need for him.
“Cher, tu sens si douce,” he murmured in her ear as he thrust insider her again. “You feel so sweet.”
She tried to hold on, hold out against the pleasure threatening to sweep away her sanity. But with those words and the next hard stroke of his cock, orgasm engulfed her like a raging hurricane—swift, strong, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Jack!” she screamed, nails biting into his shoulders.
Morgan knew then her first instinct was right; she was never going to be the same again.
With Morgan’s scream ringing in his ears, Jack surged into the silken heaven of her pu**y one more time and lost control of the orgasm he held onto by a bare thread.
The explosion originated low in his belly, driving pleasure out through his cock. It burst out across his body, suffusing bliss everywhere. A wave of dizziness crashed over him. His toes tingled. The pulses of Morgan’s second climax fluttered around him, milking him of every last drop of se**n, leaving heavy satisfaction in her wake.
When had anything ever felt so good?
Struggling to catch his breath, he opened his eyes to her flushed face, her swollen mouth, the relaxed set of her shoulders.
Did she look like this after a night in Brandon’s bed?
The thought slammed Jack out of nowhere. Anger and denial sluiced through him in a shock, as if he’d jumped into an icy stream. He stilled.
Anger? Yes, that Brandon had touched her. That she belonged to the bastard.
Ah, but you f**ked her, he reminded himself. Revenge is sweet.
True, but his gut, that gnawing spot that had festered like a wound in acid for three years because of Brandon’s betrayal, wasn’t whooping with elation. Instead, he fixated on the feel of Morgan around him, of her raspberry scent. He’d just come inside her and already he wanted to do it again.
Not smart, Jack.
He’d lured her in to f**k her as payback. First mission objective accomplished. End of story.
Jack forced himself to withdraw and set Morgan on her feet. She looked at him with wide eyes that both asked for reassurance and wondered what was next between them.
He couldn’t answer either.
Stifling a curse, he turned away, tore off the condom and tossed it in a nearby trashcan. Why he should be pissed off all over again, he didn’t know. Because he’d liked Morgan and she didn’t deserve to be used? Maybe because he’d wanted to believe that she wouldn’t betray the man she’d agreed to marry by spreading her legs for another.
Stupid him.