Jack (Eidolon Black Ops #8) - Maddie Wade Page 0,46

cover the crown before taking him deep, the soft skin covering the hard cock was a dichotomy, and she loved it. Gripping the base, she stroked his cock as she bobbed her head. Jack’s hips bucked as she felt his control begin to slip free of the tight hold he kept on it. She wanted that; she wanted his feral side, the side he tried to contain.

He was still trying to rein in that rigid control, holding on to it as if he was afraid to let go and she wanted him to. Redoubling her efforts, she swirled her tongue over the underside of his cock before hollowing her cheeks.

“Fucking hell, firefly, that feels so good. You’re gonna make me come.”

Astrid wanted that, to make him feel like she did when he touched her, to know that she had the same power he did. Moaning around his cock, she felt the ache building in her pussy. She’d never been so turned on by going down on a man, but this was different. It was so much more than the act itself, it was about trust, and he was giving her some of his true self.

The hand on her hair tightened and his hips bucked as he fought for control. As she felt him pulse inside her mouth, she looked up and found his eyes on her. Eyes the colour of a stormy sea, with so much darkness that she was sucked in until she tasted his release and still, he held her eyes as she swallowed, licking up every drop as she released his still hard length.

Before she could react, he had her on her back, his body looming over her half-naked one. “You’re perfect, you know that? Beautiful and full of fire, kind and gentle but with so much strength. I could stay in this room with you for days, years even, and not get enough.”

“That sounds exhausting.” Astrid stroked her fingertips over his stubbled chin.

“It does, doesn’t it? And yet I want it like a drug. I don’t know what you did to me, firefly, but you’re making me your slave.”

Astrid’s brows rose, not at what he’d said, because she understood that perfectly, feeling the same way. It was him admitting it to her and making himself vulnerable that surprised her the most. “Is it wise to tell me that?”

His teeth grazed her lip, tugging gently on the flesh as his cock, which was still hard, ground against her. “Time will tell.”

Then there were no more words as he stood and bent to pull the jeans she’d worn to the bar off, taking her underwear with them. Her shoes had been lost ages ago, kicked off in the heat of their need for each other. As he stood back and surveyed her body like she was a fine antique, precious and delicate, he stripped. Dropping his shirt to the floor before he lost his trousers and boxers.

Jack watching her with naked hunger in his eyes as he fisted his hard cock sent a rush of wetness to her pussy. An almost unbearable ache to feel all of him hit her.

“On your knees, firefly.” The command was full of desire, and she scrambled to turn over, pushing up onto her knees and watching him over her shoulder. Jack had sheathed his cock and now gripped her hip with one hand as he lined the head up with her slit. He swiped his cock through the wetness, and she shivered at the touch.

“So, fucking wet for me, Astrid.”

“Hurry up, Jack.”

His smirk was dirty and sexy as he ran his hand over her spine and pushed inside. It wasn’t fast, but it was by no means slow either, and she felt the fullness as he stretched her. Jack paused for a second before he began to move, fucking her slow and steady as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks she knew would be a beautiful reminder of what they had shared.

“You’re so tight. We fit like we were made for each other.”

His words hit home, and she couldn’t help thinking that was because they were, but then his hand found her pussy, his finger stroking over her clit and all thought was gone. Her legs began to shake as her climax built from the way his cock stroked over that spot inside her, the sensations flooding her body and she knew this was going to be so much more than she’d experienced before.

Her hand reached back for him,