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“Now ride.”

I rode. Hard and fast, with my hands on his shoulders for leverage and my eyes locked on his. I loved he wasn’t hiding his hunger. I loved that his gaze dropped to my chest and his eyes flared as he watched my breasts bounce. I lost his eyes when he tipped his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth. His tongue felt amazing, but his teeth felt better. He moved to the other side, tormented that nipple.

“Jack,” I panted.

He lifted his head. My nails dug into his shoulders.

I couldn’t believe I was going to say this already, but I was close.

“I’m gonna . . .” I trailed off.

I rocked harder, grinding my clit against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, that thick cock stretching me wide, so full of Jack I couldn’t finish my thought.

“Fuck me, you feel good,” he groaned.

“Jack.”

I arched back. Jack’s hands moved to my breasts. Gone were the gentle caresses. He pinched and pulled and rolled my nipples.

“Goddamn, I love your tits.”

To punctuate his statement, he stopped pinching a nipple, lifted my breast to his mouth, and bit.

That act of savagery did it. My orgasm exploded. With my head tipped back, my neck straining, back bowed, my inner muscles clamped down so hard, I feared injury.

Unable to move through the pleasure, I lost my rhythm. Jack flipped us and took over. My body as well as the bed shook with his thrusts. Hard. Fast. Wild. Each drive prolonged my orgasm.

“More,” I begged.

Over and over, Jack slammed into me. One orgasm slid into two. Either that or I’d experienced the world record for the longest orgasm ever.

“Gonna blow, baby.”

Yes. I wanted that. I wanted him to join me in the bliss he was creating.

“Do it. I wanna feel you.”

Jack’s face went to my neck, his teeth sank in, and he groaned.

He took himself through his climax. I took his come, his teeth, his grunts, his cock twitching inside of me, and his big body on top of mine jerking with pleasure.

I knew his orgasm had slid away when he released his teeth.

“You can take a solid fucking, baby.”

I heard the smile in his voice.

“I can take anything from you, Jack.”

His tongue glided over where he’d bit me.

“I left a mark,” he warned.

That filled me with an excitement I would have to contemplate at a later date, when I wasn’t in a sex-induced fog. But even without the fog, I reckoned I’d happily wear his mark if it came with three orgasms.

No, I didn’t need the orgasms. I just needed Jack.

“Do I get to mark you?” I asked.