Chapter 33

Juno

I shivered as Jack put some distance between us, his fingers wrapped around mine, a promise of what was to come. He'd just given me one heck of a screwing, but he'd left me wanting, his cum dripping down my thighs while my pussy throbbed with desire and need.

Wanting him more than ever but unable to speak, I let him lead me to his bedroom. It seemed no matter what he did and no matter how many mixed signals he gave me, he only had to touch me, and my body gave in.

It had been a long time since anyone had made me desire to submit to them and give them everything they wanted, but somehow, Jack only had to look at me, and my body yearned for his firm hands and demanding commands.

As soon as we were in the bedroom, he tipped me over onto the bed and came down on top of me. I moaned as his mouth found mine again, and his hands pulled every last inch of clothing I had off me.

I tried to reach for his pants to shove them into the pile already at the edge of the bed, but he stopped my hands and pushed them above my head. I exhaled, desire making me clench my thighs.

His body between my legs prevented me from doing anything other than revealing my frustration. He chuckled against me before sliding one hand down my torso until he cupped my pussy in his hands.

Pulling back from our kissing to study my face, he thrust his fingers down and into me, filling me as his thumb ran over my clit.

"Do you want my cock?" he asked.

I nodded without hesitation. He'd felt so good inside me that even with three fingers pushing deep inside and his thumb running over my sensitive nub, I wanted more. I wanted his throbbing manhood buried in my core.

"Come for me, then, sweetheart. Come for me, and I'll stick my cock in you again."

His words washed over me, making me eager to please and, at the same time, finally feeling like I could desire my own pleasure. It was as if he'd given me permission to want him and what he was doing to me.

Still pinned down beneath him, I could only shift my hips against the motion of his fingers and try to press my clit harder against his thumb. Suddenly, he pulled out of me, leaving me empty and wet. I mewled, desire making me shake. Twice now, he'd pulled out and left me wanting.

"Lie still," he said. "Yield to me. Will you be a good girl, kitten?"

I nodded. "Yes, please. Please let me come."

The words tumbled out in a desperate pleading rush, and for a moment, I felt like a whimpering mess, but it seemed to please him. His mouth closed over mine as I moaned, and his fingers slipped between my legs again, claiming my depths and making me want to buck against him.

Instead, I fought to keep still, pretty sure I'd be denied any kind of release if I failed. It was almost torture to fight my own body as he touched, rubbed, and impaled me as he pleased.

Slowly, I neared my peak, each circle of his thumb and each thrust taking me further and showing me that I belonged to him entirely. I yelled into him as the first shudder of ecstasy rolled through me, his motions continuing, dragging out the waves until I thought I might burst.

I panted as I slowly calmed, his body still on top of mine and pinning my arms above my head.

"Now, about that cock," he said a moment later, but instead of revealing his hard penis and plunging it into the pussy he'd just assaulted with his fingers, he shifted up the bed until he was crouched over my head. "Open up those sweet lips of yours and wrap them around this. Taste every last inch."

It hadn't been what I had in mind when I said I wanted his cock, but there was no way I planned to disappoint him. Immediately, I opened my mouth and let him move forward, pushing his manhood so deep I almost choked on him.

As he pulled back, I ran my tongue over his hard tip, tasting the combination of precum and juices from my own pussy. He moaned and pushed deeper again.

My arms still pinned above me, and with him in full control of the rhythm and depth, all I could do was work my mouth to please him, taking delight in hearing his breathing quicken and feel his cock throb with desire.

Slowly, he pulled out of my mouth again.

"Good girl," he said before moving back down and pushing my legs apart again. Without any warning, he thrust his manhood deep into my pussy again, his shaft still slick and filling me with ease.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back in ecstasy at the perfect feeling of fullness.

He chuckled and kissed my neck but kept himself still within me for a moment, almost as if he was savoring how it felt to be deep inside me. As one hand traveled to my breasts and he rolled his thumb over a nipple, I groaned and gently bucked my hips.

"You're not very good at laying still and letting yourself be taken, are you?" he asked as he brought his mouth near my ear.

"I haven't had as much practice as I'd like," I retorted. It earned me another chuckle, and then he kissed my neck again.

"You'd better get perfect at it and fast, or you'll be mewling as I pull out of you and leave you wanting."

"Yes, sir," I said, once again trying to fight my natural desire to thrust against him.

He kept the pace slow, almost gentle compared to the previous time he'd been inside me, and I wanted to beg him to go faster, but instead, I focused on keeping as still as I could and enjoying being full of him.

It felt perfect having him deep inside me, and knowing I was giving him exactly what he wanted only made it feel better. Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, each agonizing loss as he pulled out, sweetened by the pleasure as he filled me again.

Looking into his eyes, I yielded to him and let him have me however he wanted. As he neared his own orgasm again, he sped up a little. Every stroke stirred the fire within me along with him until I was panting hard and close to my peak.

He cried out and thrust deep one last time, his cock filling me with his orgasm and tipping me over the edge once more. Slowly, I returned to Earth in his arms, his body warm and comforting over mine.

Slipping to one side, he held me close and pressed gentler kisses to my lips. It made me wonder if he was looking for more from me, but he relaxed beside me and stroked his hand gently down my side, my body warmed by the touch.

"We really should sleep, or we'll never be able to function tomorrow," he said. "Do you want to stay or go back to the other apartment?"

I considered offering to go back, but the thought of being alone in a strange place made me instantly want to stay right there with him. For whatever reason, he made me feel safe, and I needed that right now.

"Can I stay?" I asked. "I don't think I'll sleep as much or as well if I go back."

"Even after the screwing I gave you?" he asked with a grin, but he pulled me closer again and kissed my forehead.

I smiled but didn't reply, instead getting comfortable in his arms. There were a lot worse places to sleep than in the arms of Jack Starling.