by Sosie Frost
I believed him.
And I longed to experience it.
My life had been so structured, so planned, so deliberate that I never allowed myself any passion. That thrill of discovery was lost, buried under years of repression and work.
His hands gripped my body, pulling me to him, demanding that I surrender to his kiss.
I didn’t know this type of wild and aching sex existed.
Jack was cocky. He was arrogant. He realized how undeniably sexy he was, but he hadn’t seduced me. I seduced myself. I owed myself one night of perfect, animalistic desire.
Jack would give it to me—and so much more. The words he said twisted inside me, tightening everything already too raw to unbind.
He said he’d fuck me. I wondered how it’d feel to be thoroughly ravished.
He warned he’d take me unprotected. It only excited me.
I craved the feeling of skin against skin. It was dangerous to fuck his bare cock. We knew what would happen. We agreed to it. We understood it.
We wanted it.
He’d take, he’d claim, and I’d love every second of it. This wasn’t just sex. This primal instinct blended a natural craving with submission and dominance and pleasure. The night would destroy us and create us and lose us within the lust of our own unconfined desires.
Our clothes ripped off. Jack tossed me against his bed with such a fierce and virile pride it was like he planned this conquering from the first time he saw me.
Did he know how reckless we’d become within each other’s arms?
“God, I want you,” he grunted.
“Not as bad as I want you.”
Jack tore my panties from my legs. The dress was lost somewhere in the stairs. I waited beneath him. Naked, sweating. His lips burned my already heated skin.
His voice pinned me to the bed. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. You’re the only damn reason I even signed a publicist.”
“You needed me.”
“Maybe.” He peeled his shirt off. “Didn’t you notice? Every time you rejected me, I acted out. Caused a new scandal. Fuck, Kiss. The more trouble I got in, the more often I got to see you.”
My tummy flipped. “But you made my life miserable.”
“You tortured me more.”
I felt like I could be honest with him while naked. I’d reveal my body and the innermost thoughts to a man who would soon control them both.
“You made everything so hard for me,” I said.
Jack seized my nipples in his mouth. His lips sealed over the tip. “Speak for yourself.”
I shivered. His tongue swirled over my nipple, hardening the bud, sucking to earn a squeal and then a moan and then a dozen more shivers.
His hands gripped me as if I would dare to bolt. I didn’t have the strength to pull from the bed, not while he seized my nipple and suckled to watch me squirm. I demanded more of his mouth, his touch, his body. His tongue flicked over my breast and every little nip earned my squeal. He liked that. He bit harder and I tried to flinch away.
It was useless.
Jack was a monster of a man. Covered in tattoos. Tensing with muscle. Grinding a cock impossibly hard and frighteningly large against my leg. He flexed as he held me down, revealing the chiseled definition of his body.
This man was a God.
I never saw, never touched such muscle. He positioned his body over me, steady. His biceps didn’t tremble as he supported his entire weight. He leaned over me, and one thing was absolutely certain.
He was stronger, sexier, more confident than any man had right to be.
And he knew it.
That was why his cock was so hard. That was why he feasted on my body, why his kisses edged from nipple to nipple. They layered a heated path from the underside of my breast to my navel. Then, finally, they descended where he had already claimed with his mouth twice before.
I wetted for him. Too much. Embarrassingly so. I passed ready and lost myself in desperation. My hips arched to meet his mouth, and the strike of his tongue against my clit rendered me useless, weak, and rattled with shivers.
“So sweet.” Jack murmured. He unbuckled his pants, but his lips never left my pussy. He licked and sucked and enjoyed me. “I want you to come for me.”
God, I came every time Jack touched me. Every time I thought about him. When I fantasized about him. At night, I touched myself imagining being stripped and at his mercy. In my bed, I’d traced my fingers in my slit and imagined the stroke of my hand was his exploring tongue within my petals.
And now I had him again, just where my body needed.
But his tongue wasn’t enough this time. I whimpered. He understood. Jack spread my legs and surveyed my nudity. Every moment of his gaze was endless praise, and I never felt so desired.
He licked his finger and stared at me. I gasped as he poked my slit, exploring my tight entrance. I held my breath as he pushed within me.
“Tease…” I whispered.
The touch only heated me more. His finger became something for my body to clench. I imagined it was his hard cock, fantasized about the torrent of cum he promised me.
His lips wrapped around my clit as he thrust with his finger—in and out, rubbing every inch of my delicate core. He hooked his finger and teased a rough spot.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” he growled. “Think you can fit me in this tiny pussy, Kiss?”
“Oh, my god…” I gripped the bed. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
Jack laughed as my body clenched him harder. My hips bucked. God, he was killing me. My hands ached to feel more than the sheets. I had to touch him, and not just his shoulders or teasing through his hair. I hadn’t seen the trouble he packed between his legs yet.
I deserved to know what would thoroughly destroy me when he finally took me for his own.
I whimpered, a combination of my own desire and timid curiosity. “Can I taste you?”
Those were the words Jack “Play-Maker” Carson lived to hear. He groaned as he pulled from my slit, but he moved fast. His pants kicked away, and he unleashed exactly what my body craved.
His cock jutted from between his legs. Proud. Impressive.
Almost frightening.
The tattoos on his chest didn’t end at his hips. They wrapped around, coiled him in bands of color and words. The tribal markings swirled over his waist and edged angrily, deliberately, around his cock.
God, what kind of man would risk a tattoo so near there?
What man actually wanted a tattoo so close to that sensitive area?
I knew that answer. The only man who would tattoo his cock was the playboy who planned to show it off.
That meant I was probably in trouble.
I was starting to like trouble.
Jack gripped me, tossing me over his body as he rested on the bed. He aimed me for that pulsing, thickening cock as my legs straddled his head. My stomach flipped. I never exposed myself like that before.
My fears dissolved as soon as his mouth regained his conquering of my slit. He seized my clit and enslaved me with his tongue.
My body jerked and shook and sweated. His thick cock hardened just for me. I captured it with a tentative hand, wrapping my fingers around the solid base. There was no way he’d fit this inside me. His cock was too big, almost villainous and intimidating. I could only imagine how full I’d be once it slid into my core.
Forced inside me.
Rutted through me.
I groaned and ran my tongue along the hot flesh, tracing a thick, pulsing vein and earning his gratitude. The muffled growl vibrated between my legs. His tongue slipped inside as the head of his cock popped into my mouth. The salty skin drove me wild, and I moaned like a wanton little whore over the taste of his cock.
Masculine. Clean.
Delicious.
What should have scared me only turned me on. I loved the weight of his cock in my hand, the heat, the unbelievable size. I’d savor every inch in my mouth if only to pr
epare my body to take the same inside my pussy.
Bare.
“Fuck, Kiss.” His whisper enthralled me. “Holy shit. Suck me like that.”
His tongue worshiped me, scorching the delicate skin with the rasp of his breath and tying me into a knot of absolute need. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. It prevented me from begging. He promised my clit the same pleasure as I whispered to his heated shaft.
I couldn’t hold back. His hardness and heat stole my mind, and the vulgarity of exposing my most intimate secrets to him overwhelmed what remained. My orgasm crested violently, as if he had struck me. I swallowed his cock and muted my cry with his thick flesh. The swirls of his tongue delivered me to a perfect agony. He suckled my clit and prepared me for the thrill of something far better.
I cried his name. He couldn’t hear me with my mouth stuffed full of cock. It was the most gratuitous, most sinful thing I’d ever done, and I came again and again at his will, because of his lips, in praise of his tongue.
My peak crashed me against his body, and Jack seized control. He tossed me off of him, forced me onto the bed, and spread my legs.
He saw everything.
My trembling.
My wetness.
My exposed and wanting pussy, needing his cock to slam me full of his seed.
He stared at me, watching as I convulsed and my breath pleaded with him in ragged gasps. His muscles tensed as if he fought himself. His broad shoulders and biceps tightened. Every tattoo on his arms flexed.
We passed lust and entered into a world of raging instinct. His inherent desire to dominate and seize trapped me between right and wrong and natural submission.
He spread my legs and settled between them. My puffy, swollen slit begged to be filled with his entire length. I shivered in the remnants of my orgasms, blinking away the dark halos that threatened my vision.
I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care.
I couldn’t move. There was no other place for me in the world.
Jack’s appraisal of my body manifested in the tightening of his cock. It glistened from my attention, and he fisted it in his hand. He grunted with a dangerous arousal.
“Last chance to turn back,” he warned.
I licked my bottom lip, tasting where he bit too hard. “I’m not scared.”
“As soon as I shove my cock in you, I’m not pulling out.”
His words thrilled me.
“Do you promise?” I whispered.
“I’m not stopping, Kiss. You’re getting fucked, and nothing’s going to change that. But if you want me to put a condom on, now’s your last chance.”
No.
I hated the thought. I didn’t want anything separating us. My body needed to be full of him—not just his cock, but everything else that would come it.
I didn’t answer him. I rested against the bed and spread my legs a little lighter. My hips bumped up, brushing his hand, teasing the head of his unprotected cock against my slick petals.
Jack shattered. He jerked himself harder, but he understood. He lowered his cock as if to test me. Or maybe he teased himself. He rubbed the swollen head against my slit.
How could something so hard feel so soft?
And so hot…
I never took a bare cock before. It was too risky in relation to my grand plan. The head beaded with a dangerous, silken droplet. Jack stared at the little bead of pre-cum. We both held our breath as he ground his shaft into my slit once more, blending my wetness with his.
The sensation overwhelmed me. I arched, nearly forcing him into my pussy.
“This is what I want.” I begged. “You. Inside me. Bare.”
Jack’s turn to get wild. He fisted cock harder, eyes narrowed for the hunt.
“You better hold on tight, Kiss.” He abandoned his grin for a masculine, primal determination. “You’ve never been fucked like this before.”
“Have you?”
He answered with every honesty I needed to hear. “No.”
The head pressed against my pussy, easing against me as if Jack feared he’d break me in half. He was probably right.
His cock was either a nine inch nightmare of flesh or pulsing promise of sheer pleasure.
I had no idea what would happen when he finally slammed within me.
The thick head popped inside me, stretching me full of a man more muscle and hardness than gentle patience. I gasped, my surprise echoing in a quiet Oh!
He took his time to enter me, but it wouldn’t last long. Both of us needed more than the slow drag of his cock, inch after inch into a tightness that hadn’t been taken like this…ever.
“So…soft…” Jack rasped as his fingers dug into my thighs. He pushed my legs back and watched as his thickness slowly impaled me. “Hot.”
I nodded, grunting as his hips bucked, forcing himself halfway into me.
“I’ve never felt like this…” I whispered. It revealed too much.
I didn’t know if I meant that I never had the lip-biting pleasure of a bare cock slipping into my unprotected pussy, or if it was the truth.
I felt…amazed.
Something more than lust suffocated me. Jack thrust his impossible cock into parts of me already tightened and abused from its size.
I was on the verge of orgasm, panting and crazed, when the heat overwhelmed Jack as well.
With a grunt, he slammed the rest inside me, sheathing every agonizing and amazing inch within my core. I arched and moaned, crying his name, begging for him to either pull out or thrust harder.
The size was unreal, and the silky softness of his skin undeniable in my pussy. I clamped against him. Didn’t mean to. My body tried to milk him before he was ready to come. My moans softened as my breath was lost in the cadence of his strikes.
Jack fell over me, capturing me in his arms. He held me tight as his hips bucked, forcing his cock out only to rip through me once again. Twice. Three times. He captured my orgasm in a raging kiss—as if he didn’t have enough of me to himself. As if I hadn’t just given him my body.
He stole my breath, my words, and my pleasure.
And he returned every gifted part of me in the bliss of his hard, intense thrusts.
He shifted wild, as though he were enraged or stricken with an irrational need to slam me against the bed. His kisses turned to bites, nipping at my neck as our bodies crashed harder, faster, wetter than before.
“Mine…” He whispered. “You’re mine.”
He thrust fully within me, withdrawing to the head but not removing it from me. Just like he promised. He wasn’t pulling out until he came. Maybe not even then. Maybe he’d fuck more and more into me, filling me with everything he’d offer and as much as my body could take.
I gripped his arms. My tiny hands were nothing to his strength, just a streak of cocoa darkness grasping to anchor me to the earth before the intensity cast me to oblivion. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
And that was exactly the reason Jack Carson was so bad for me.
He was nothing good for a girl like me. He wasn’t respectable or responsible. He lived for fun and the moment, never once planning ahead. He took a different woman every night without remorse and still needed more.
But I softened for him, knowing he’d eventually take me, use me, ruin me.
Or maybe he’d give me the greatest gift in the world.
“Kiss…”
Jack’s words panted. His thrusts turned rough. Manic. Almost unbearable. He crushed me from within and I groaned as his weight trapped me between him and the bed. I tensed, holding my breath, aching for both of our releases.
He warned me with a hiss.
“I’m gotta come.”
How had something so primal and wild become the most exciting three words I uttered in my life?
“Come inside me.”
I arched to welcome him deeper. He didn’t need the permission or the encouragement. Jack roared, rising to his knees. He bent my legs back, resting
them on his shoulders as he pinned me between his thick chest and the intent of his pulsing cock. His body rose and fell against mine, earning every aching cry that escaped my lips.
Hard.
Fast.
Without remorse.
He fucked me like a man possessed. He knew what to do and how furiously he had to take me to do it. My hips angled to give him the access he needed, and his cock slipped deeper inside me. Too deep, striking sensitive spots that either delighted or scared me, and I didn’t even care.
Nothing had ever been this wild before. This passionate.
This intimate.
And he knew it too. Jack’s eyes widened before he came, staring at me with bursting blue just before the first jet of heat claimed me.
I came with him.
Instantly.
My core tightened and squeezed over his thickening cock. He grew even while inside me, aching with a newfound hardness that delivered me to my own orgasm.
His seed coated my core.
I crested and arched.
My trembling milked another shot of his cum. He groaned and thrust, peaking inside me again and again as I shattered beneath him.
Instinctively, Jack forced his cock all the way inside, jamming against my womb and heating me with so much of his seed I could hardly breathe, hardly move, hardly comprehend how much he had wanted me.
I gripped his arms, struggling to stay conscious as my breath raced from me in astonished bliss.
Jack tensed. He brushed a hand over my face, my lip, my breast. It tickled low, over my tummy, where the seed would take. Then he aimed for my clit.
My pussy was still impaled with his thickness. Vulgar. Sexy. Full. He flicked my clit, once, twice, drawing a groan from me that forced a new reaction. I nearly bent in half, but Jack pinned me to the bed through my delirious convulsions.
I couldn’t come anymore, but I couldn’t stop this one.
I clenched him, hard, and Jack shuddered. A shiver raced through us. The heat splashed within me again. Jack’s groan heralded another thrust, and he growled once more.
His hands tightened over my waist.
His cock didn’t soften.
I stared at him, earning his kiss, taking his seed and I realized this was everything he had promised, everything he had threatened.
Everything I had wanted.