Page 40 of Bound in Ashes

He didn’t respond and instead worked my pants and underwear down.

“Lift up,” he ordered softly.

When I complied, he pulled the garments off and tossed them aside. Traced back up my thighs and stroked my slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growled.

“Always,” I confessed.

His jaw ticking, his eyes locked on mine as he circled my clit so maddeningly slow that I bucked my hips.

Jack used his other hand to hold me in place. “Patience,” he tsked.

“I don’t have any,” I said through gritted teeth.

He moved down and huffed, his warm breath against my pussy making me even wetter. He kept circling that throbbing nub of flesh and licked from my clit to my asshole and back up again so slowly I wanted to scream.

“I know,” he whispered.

Then he pushed his tongue inside, his slow, shallow licks making me cry out. My hips jerked as I rode his tongue, desperate for the completion that only he could bring.

“Jack—”

My cry was broken as I flew apart on his tongue, soaking his face with my essence.

He kept thrusting his tongue in and out, his eyes never leaving my face, the glint I saw there reminding me of the predator that he was.

He kissed his way up my body and captured my lips.

I moaned into his mouth when I tasted myself on his lips, vaguely hearing his belt buckle.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thickness. He thrust against my palm and then smacked my hand away.

I looked between our bodies, ready, desperate for him to fill me.

But he stayed where he was, the head of his cock pressing against my hole. But he didn’t push in.

“Look at me.”

My gaze flew to him. His eyes were black, his expression twisted.

“Asia, I⁠—”

Whatever he was going to say was lost on his hard thrust.

He filled me, the brutal stretch something I craved.

“Asia…fuck…” he said as he thrust into me so hard, I heard the dull, muffled thud of our bodies colliding.

I wanted to rock against him, meet him thrust for thrust, but all I could do was take it as he fucked me. So I did, focusing on the stretch of Jack filling me, the warmth of his skin, his breath mingling with mine…

I tried to commit it all to memory, especially the way Jack hardened inside me, the way his thrusts became erratic.

The pride I felt at knowing I made him lose control.

I rocked up to meet him, and he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. Pinned my hand, intertwining with his, above my head.

And then he slowed down…pulling out until I was almost empty and then pushed back in slow, half an inch at a time.