Chapter 32

32

JJ

Her gaze widens. The black of her pupils has bled out until only a circle of gleaming brown remains around their circumferences.

"I'm going to fuck you ."

She wriggles her hips over the throbbing tent at my crotch. I thrust my hand up her skirt, grip her panties, and tear them off.

She gasps. "You're an animal. A filthy, salacious beast who?—"

I fit my mouth over hers with such force our teeth clash. She bites down on my lower lip and I taste blood. It only adds fuel to the desire raging through me. The need to punish her for driving me to this state. The insatiable craving to bury myself in her and find out what I've been missing. I shove my hand down between us and lower my zipper. My cock springs free. She glances down and her eyes widen.

"What the fuck?" She tips up her chin. "If you think I'm going to let you fit that… that monster dick inside me, you're?—"

"I am going to stuff my cock inside you, and you're going to take every inch, like a good little girl."

She draws in a sharp inhale. "Why do I find that so hot?"

My heart slams into my chest so hard, I'm sure it's going to break through my rib cage. "Because under those prim suits and that career-focused mind, you're a filthy slut who finds the thought of fucking her boyfriend's father a huge turn-on."

Color smears her cheeks, then she slaps me. Pain rings through my head, then I laugh. "Fucking hell, you're a little hellion, aren't you?" I straighten my features. "You've done it now. I'm not going to stop until I've fucked every last bit of defiance out of you."

Her breathing grows erratic. Her color deepens. She glances to the side, then at me. She turns her body, and I grab her hips, raise her, then slam her down on my cock.

"Oh, my god," she cries out. Her entire body shudders. She grips my shoulders, and I hold her in place over my swollen shaft.

Hot, wet, and tight—so goddam tight… Being bare inside her is like coming home. I freeze.

She grips my shoulder. "It's okay. I'm on birth control."

"I know," I growl.

She blinks. "You knew I was on birth control?"

I clear my throat. "I guessed."

She blinks. "Also, I'm clean and Isaac and I… We—" She glances away, then back at me. "He's always used a condom."

My chest hurts. My stomach feels like I've swallowed a vat of concrete. Of course, she and Isaac fucked. He was her boyfriend, for fuck's sake. He's still, technically, her boyfriend. But I'm the one fucking her right now. I'm the one holding her down on my cock. I'm the one who's going to make her come like she never has before. I thrust up and into her with enough force that her entire body jolts. She gasps, and her gaze widens.

"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod," she chants. "You're too big JJ."

"You can take it."

"It hurts."

"Good."

She blinks, then slaps my shoulder. "What the fuck?"

I begin to laugh and she firms her lips. Then she wriggles around, and the sensation of my flesh sliding against the walls of her moist channel sends a rush of sensations crawling up my spine. My laughter disappears and I glare at her. "I'm going to have to punish you for that."

She makes a rude noise.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I warn her.

"That's what you said earlier."

"I'm barely halfway in."

"What?" Her eyes round. She stares down at where my flesh joins hers.

"Omigod." She gulps. "You weren't kidding, were you?"

"Hold on."

She glances up. "Wait, what?—?"

I thrust up and into her. "JJ!" she screams. "You're going to slice me in two."

"I fucking hope so." I stay there, allowing her time to adjust to my size. A quiver grips her. She trembles and groans. Her fingernails dig into my skin through the shirt I'm wearing, and still I don't move. I grit my teeth, dig my heels into the floor of the car. "How do I feel?"

"Like you're filling me up, you're stretching me... You're so damn huge, you're consuming me."

"Good."

I lift her off of my lap then I lunge up into her, seating myself to the hilt. A groan bleeds from her lips. She opens her mouth and a low keening sound emerges from her throat. Good thing I raised the barrier that demarcated the back seat from the front earlier, sealing us off from my chauffeur. Still, I'd prefer for him not to hear her, either. I close my mouth over hers to absorb her cries. Then I begin to fuck her in earnest. Long, smooth strokes that plant my cock in her melting pussy. Each time I plunge into her, she groans. Moisture bathes my shaft. A bead of sweat slides down my spine. I continue to push up and into her again and again. Her body trembles and her thighs clench. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and fuck me, I can feel the tension building at the base of my spine. The ball of lust squeezes in on itself, and I know I'm close. I release her mouth, glance at her closed eyes. "Look at me," I growl.

She raises her eyelids and her golden-brown eyes shine.

"You're going to come with me, Lena," I order.

She shakes her head. "It's too much," she croaks. "Too much."

"Can't keep pace with a man more than twice your age, eh?"

She scowls. Her eyebrows knit, then she firms her lips. There she is. The stubborn, headstrong woman with a spine of steel. "Keep pace with you? I'll show you how I keep pace with you." She rises up, then slides down, impaling herself on my cock.

A growl rips up my throat. She grinds her hips down, taking me even further inside of her just as I power up and into her again. I hit a spot deep inside of her. She shudders, then gasps; so do I.

I hold her gaze and increase the intensity of my movements. I power up and into her, and again.

"Oh god, Jack," she whines.

"I like the fact that you have God and my name in the same breath. Though I'd prefer you call out to me first."

"You're insane," she moans.

"I am, when it comes to you." I propel up and into her over and over again, hitting that same spot inside her.

She holds my gaze and scrunches up her features, and I know she's so close. I squeeze her hips, power up into her one last time, then growl, "Come with me."

She throws her head back and cries out, "Jack, oh, god... Jack." She arches her spine and her pussy flutters around my cock as she comes.

I continue to pound into her over and over again, fucking her through the aftershocks that roll up her body. The ball of tension in my lower belly explodes and I shoot my load into her. I place my forehead against hers as she slumps into me. For a few seconds, we stay that way.

Outside, the streets of London whizz by as the Rolls continues its journey home. Everything is the same, and yet... not. I've changed. From one second to the next, my priorities have shifted. Something inside of me insists what just happened was more than just fucking. I push her hair back from her face, then lean back and peer into her features. "You okay?"

She draws in a breath, then begins to rise, but I stop her.

"Lena, are you okay?"

She doesn't meet my gaze.

I pinch her chin, then stare into her eyes. "Speak to me."

She shakes her head.

"Tell me what you're feeling."

She squeezes her eyes, and a single tear slides out.

I bend, lick it up.

She flinches. "Don't do that." She clears her throat.

"Why not?"

"We fucked, JJ. That's all it was. Fucking."

"So why can't you meet my gaze?"

"Because I can't." She pushes off of me, and this time, I don't stop her. I straighten my clothes and she pulls the fronts of her blouse together, holding them in place, because, of course, I tore off the buttons. Satisfaction heats my chest. I scrutinize her features but she keeps her gaze averted.

She begins to scoot away from me, but I circle her wrist with my fingers. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing," she spits out.

"Liar." I pinch her chin so she has no choice but to glance at me. I search her features. "I felt it, too," I mutter.

"What?" She frowns. "What are you talking about?"

"That was more than fucking, Lena."

"No, it was not."

"It was, and you know it."

She tosses her hair over her shoulder. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"On the contrary, this is one time I know what I'm saying. One advantage of being older than you is that I have enough experience to know when something out of the ordinary happens and this" —I gesture between us— "is one of those times."

"You've lost your mind."

"For the first time in my life, I'm thinking clearly."