He gets everything he wants, but I can’t make it so easy to have me, too. Not until he gives up some ground. “No. You can’t.”
With a growl of frustration, he rips down his zipper.
Takes out his hard, heavy shaft and strokes it, root to tip, his breath stuttering out.
“Can I make you come?”
“Yes,” I manage, because there’s no other answer. Lust is clawing at me, turning the walls of my womanhood to little more than a greedy pulse. Need need need. I’ve relived him being inside me so many times since Friday, without actually experiencing that addictive fullness, that I’m desperate for it now.
And he doesn’t make me wait.
Jack pulls down my panties, spits on my sex and drives himself to the hilt.
A scream blares from my throat, followed by the raunchy sound of flesh slapping. Fast, fast. No gentleness. No buildup. It’s before and after. Incomplete to complete. The moments between the last time Jack was inside me and now were nothing more than that. Moments. Killing time. This is all there is. His long, thick manhood slamming deep and reminding me he doesn’t just dole out my money, he decides how and when my pleasure is received, too. It’s true. Whether I like it or not.
His teeth dig into my neck. “You like being fucked, little girl?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” He angles deep, scooping his thickness into me with powerful rolls of his hips. “With a pussy like this, you better get used to it.”
His coarse manner of speaking shouldn’t turn me on like this. It shouldn’t riddle me with lust when he calls me little girl. Or refers to my womanhood like it’s driven him crazy. Or when his words turn me into a shameful temptation that can’t be resisted. As if it’s my fault he has to unzip his pants and blow off steam. But it does make me hot. It makes me wild. To be so coveted that he has to rip off my dress and take me on the floor.
Like an animal.
“Hurts, baby, hurts,” Jack rasps, eyes glassy.
I can relate. I’m still so sensitive from touching myself in his office that when I reach between us and pet my clit, I make a loud mewling noise that turns Jack into a machine. He gets his knees beneath him and leans back, yanking my backside up and down his thighs like a shirt on a washboard. And the shift of positions gives him an up close view of my fingers stroking that swollen bud between my legs. “Daddy,” I sob. “Daddy.”
“Jesus Christ. I don’t have any time left.” His sides heave, sweat showing on the front of his white dress shirt. “You better come on that dick, you hot, little brat.”
Two more rough jerks of his hands and my flesh quickens, the sheer intensity setting my teeth on edge. Dress in tatters around me on the floor, this billionaire man-god groaning above me, our sexes slapping together loudly, I lose myself in the immense pleasure. Let it reach out and twist me in its grip, spin me around, pulling my flesh taut, taut until I’m screaming his name, his hips pumping wildly, trying to milk every last ounce of sensation from his turgid inches, from the blazing hot connection of our bodies.
I collapse onto the floor, wrung out, the ceiling spinning above me.
Ravaged.
I’ve been…destroyed.
I try to say something, anything, because suddenly it doesn’t feel right to find such an incredible release without Jack joining me. But I’m already up in his strong arms, being carried naked through the game room, the den and up the stairs, tucked protectively against his chest. He lays me down on a soft bed, brushes loose hair from my face and kisses my forehead.
“Sleep, angel. I’ll bring you a tray of food in a few hours.”
I reach for him, intending to beg him to stay, but I fall asleep just like that, with my arm extended toward the door and his name on my lips.
8
Jack
After I put Maisy to bed last night, there was an urgent matter at work, so I was forced to spend the evening yelling in my office, instead of feeding her dinner and bathing her, the way I craved to do. I had a member of the staff bring a tray to her room and draw her a bath, however, and once the matter was settled, I checked in on her.
Nine or ten times.
Seeing her in the guest room bed, fragrant from a bath and exhausted from rough