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His mouth drew harder on her nipples as her need for more sensation grew to an imperative level. She felt his fingers sliding along the ultra-slick folds between her thighs before finding the crease that led to the tinier, nerve-laden entrance below.
Then his touch shifted, moved. It returned, over and over again, spreading yet more slick moisture. Until she finally felt his fingers exerting pressure, separating delicate tissue, and slipping inside.
Her hips lifted, ground into the penetration. She would have begged, pleaded for more, but she couldn’t find the breath. The pressure increased, sending white-hot, thrilling flares of intense sensation racing through her.
Then something harder, thicker.
Her eyes opened, focusing on his, staring up into the hot depths of his stormy gaze as he lifted her legs over one arm and she felt the tapered erotic toy slipping into place inside her rear.
A second later, it began to vibrate.
“Jack…” she wailed, her hips moving, not knowing if she was trying to escape the sensation or get closer to it.
“Now, baby,” he groaned, spreading her thighs wide, using his knees to keep them apart.
Looking down his hard chest, the tight, rippling thighs, she watched as his hand stroked his cock, easing up and down the heavily veined flesh. The head was so tight, so hard, it appeared bruised, the dark shaft throbbing from the blood pumping through his veins.
The vibration in her rear was making her crazy. Her pussy wept with slick heat, the inner muscles clenching with the need to be stretched. To be filled.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was a harsh, graveled purr. “Are you burning for me, Poppy?”
“Jack… Jack, please…” she whimpered, her fingers clenched in the blankets again, nails digging into them as she felt perspiration gathering on her flesh. “I’m burning. I swear.”
“Remember this, Poppy,” he crooned, though the sound was more of a silky warning. “Keep pushing me, baby. Keep daring me. I can keep you like this all night long. So certain that orgasm you’re dying for is just a breath away.” He smiled. A tight, satisfied curve of his lips. “But that breath won’t come until I let it come.”
She shook her head desperately.
“I won’t… no more…” she panted. “Food… won’t cook…”
His eyes narrowed.
“I swear… won’t…” She was ready to cry, she needed to come so bad, but she’d be damned if she was going to beg him.
But she would cook for him. If he’d just let her orgasm.
“Oh baby,” he whispered. “You’re going to come so hard…”
He came over her, pulling one knee up with him and laying it against his hip as Poppy felt the wide crest of his cock pressing against her pussy.
The pleasure… Her neck arched, her back bowed as she felt him working the stiff erection inside her. Her pussy clenched, rippled with each inward stroke as the vibration farther back seemed to intensify, to send heated waves of extreme pleasure tearing through her.
She lost herself.
There was no control, no holding on. There was no reality, no sense of time. There were just her cries echoing around her, her hands at his shoulders, desperate to hold on to him, his lips at her neck as he sank to the hilt inside her. The waves of pleasure became rolling shudders of pure sensation. Rapture with an edge. It went beyond pleasure-pain and had her begging.
As he began to thrust inside her, working his cock through the ultra-tight grip she had on him, she felt her senses rushing, gathering at that edge she’d poised on forever.
Then he was holding her closer, groaning her name and fucking her as though the pleasure was as dark, as desperate for him as it had become for her. As the sensations raced and gathered inside her, tightened, and stole her breath, Poppy was certain she’d died.
No one could survive the explosion that imploded inside her. So much ecstasy, such rapturous intensity couldn’t be survivable. It wasn’t possible.
She tightened, bucked against him, needing both to escape and to push closer to the fiery center of pure, overwhelming sensation. It tore through her body, her mind, her soul.
She was aware of Jack groaning, a low, fierce sound as he plunged deep, then gave in to his own release.
The heated ejaculations were an added stroke of rapture, extending, radiating the sensations through her.
It seemed to last forever.
