Suddenly His - Jessa Kane Page 0,37

couldn’t pull out of this little girl pussy, let alone a sinner. And we both know which one I am.”

Maisy sucks in a breath and she slaps her hands onto my shoulders, squeezing, her eyes losing focus. “Jack. I’m…please, faster. Faster.”

I can feel the wicked smile curving my lips, even as the pain of approaching relief lances me, turns my breathing ragged. But the drive to give Maisy what she needs outweighs everything, so I pump into her at a breakneck pace, roaring at the ceiling as I hold back the deluge of seed waiting to power free of my balls. Her pussy makes slick little sucking noises every time I sink inside, and I gather some of that sweet excess moisture now, using it to rub her swollen clit with my middle finger and she finally screams, bucking underneath me, her pussy strangling my shaft with such force, I have no choice but to let the dam break.

“MAISY,” I bellow, seeing nothing but red fire in front of my eyes. “Goddammit, yes.”

Pain smothers me, twisting and stomping on my gut, clenching my jaw until I think it’s going to snap—and then the pleasure finally breaks through, attacking me from every angle, pulsing and flexing every muscle in my body, jerking my balls with hot jolts, come sluicing out in thick, thorough waves, releasing deep, deep inside of my fucking obsession.

My come and the mess it creates between her legs is obscene.

Raunchy.

I fuck into her come-drenched cunt with savage brutality, shoving her thighs open to continue receiving my animalistic thrusts, my mouth latched onto her neck, sucking marks onto her body, pulling her hair, gripping her jaw. I say words that are reverent because I love her and angry because she makes me so fucking horny that I could burn alive.

“Take that come, beautiful girl. Beautiful, sexy girl.” I hold her by the throat, pumping my hips. Pumping, pumping. Another wave of unimaginable lust pummeling me. “Take it in this fucking brat of a pussy.” I spit on her tits. “Keep it in there or I’ll unload the rest in your mouth.”

And she loves it. She loves my treatment, this innocent virgin who has become insatiable in the space of four days, all for me. Mine for keeps. Her back arches and she struggles to maneuver her sweet body to take more, more of the seed she wouldn’t let me spill until now. And it’s the most effective forgiveness that ever existed, watching her whine and try to absorb me. It wrenches the final ounce of lust from my body and I drop, sated beyond words or imagination, on top of my angel.

I roll down beside Maisy, wrapping her in my arms and dropping kisses onto her hairline, promising to make her happy. Only to remember by second day is almost over and while I’ve managed to win her trust, I still don’t have her promise of forever.

I don’t have guarantees—and I need to get them fast.

11

Maisy

I feel like I’m floating through the next few hours.

We return to Jack’s estate and we’re greeted at the door with a glass of champagne for me, a beer for Jack. After we shower and change, he takes me on an actual tour of his house—without getting sidetracked by a Nerf war this time—including the backyard, indoor/outdoor pool, gardens rioting with flowers and a view of the sweeping green valley beyond.

His hands are always on me. Touching my neck, brushing against the small of my back, the pads of his fingers strumming my bottom lip like a guitar string. Every once in a while, we stop talking, stop moving, and I just stand in his arms, letting him sway me and it feels like…magic. We met under circumstances that were kind of scary and less than romantic, but part of me wonders if we were fated to meet that way. Despite Jack breaking his promise that night, the experience bonded us and obviously taught me a lot about myself.

I don’t feel like the same person I was on Friday night.

I’ve lost my virginity. Publicly.

Found out there’s something inside of me that responds to voyeurism. Very positively.

I’ve been betrayed by my mother.

I’ve fallen for a man.

There are so many choices to be made when it comes to moving forward with my life. This thing with Jack is moving so fast while I’m in the middle of so much upheaval. But I can’t imagine being anywhere else than at his side, the way I am right