Chapter 40
ANGIE’S POV
A few minutes after, I was at the place where jack had instructed me to come.
I was going to confess to him because I couldn’t endure this anymore. But I need a good fuck.
On getting there, he was sitting down, relaxing and well reserved.
I told him I had a confession to make but he must fuck with me for good seven days.
“I know you to fuck me hard until I’m wounded and unable to walk. I have this information which is crucial for your life. I bet you might think I’m joking but you are Jack Royce, right? And your wife’s name is Emily… I’ll tell you the rest of the information after our sex holiday.”
Yes, get it out of the way! I’m not complaining.
We kiss each other and it feels primal, filthy, and boundless. I rub my body against his addictively, barely remembering to breathe. I hold his head with both my hands and he’s holding mine with one – the other placed at the small of my back. And I want it to move over my body. God, I want it so badly.
I feel his groins pulsate under mine and it drives me crazy. I stand up to change my position and sit back on him with one leg on each side.
He groans deeply and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It makes me lick his t Ihroat up to his bottom lip, which I gently bite.
His erection is full-on and he places his hands on my hips, urging me to move.
I start rubbing against it up and down, driving both of us crazy. This is going to end one way only.
I feel my wetness and as he starts kissing my neck, I twist my back, running my hand up his thigh to his manhood.
He groans with pleasure as I stroke his erection over his jeans and he cups my breasts with his large hands. I am not wearing a bra and I notice it excites him even more.
He impatiently starts unbuttoning my shirt, then simply rips it apart, placing his lips over my nipple.
A moan of great pleasure escapes my throat, as I have been keeping it in for too long.
“Angie,” he sighs. “You drive me insane.”
I can’t wait any longer. I feel like my pelvis is going to explode. I grab his belt with both my hands and quickly pull it out. Then I unbutton his jeans and quickly place my hand inside, feeling his manhood through the boxers.
He suddenly catches my lower arm. “Are you sure?”
I look at him angrily, mad for ruining this moment. What does he want me to say?
“I’m only asking,” he continues, “because if I let him out, this is a point of no return. I’m barely containing myself as it is.”
I lower my head and give him a questioning look. “Do I look like I want you to contain yourself?” I whisper to his ear and slip my hand into his boxers, now touching his hard, large dick with skin-to-skin contact.
He chuckled in a strained voice, then pulls his jeans down.
His rough hands run up my bare legs, all the way under my skirt. When they reach my tiny lace panties, he groans a little, stroking my hips. Then, my panties are gone. He ripped them into two in one swift movement.
He gently caresses my butt and then squeezes it hard, and groans with passion. I can’t wait any longer so I place myself closer, to make the skin-to-skin contact with his pulsating dick.
His eyes shoot to mine with consuming devotion. “Are you this wet just from me touching you?” He whispers into my ear.
I wiggle with pleasure and rub my head against his cheek. “I need you inside me, Mr. Now!”
He is deadly serious as he cups the back of my head with one hand, looking deep inside my eyes it’s almost too intimate, as he uses his other hand to position his cock at the entrance of my wet pussy.
He doesn’t slip his cock in, though, and it makes me insane. I wiggle trying to get him inside me, but he holds my hips with both hands now, preventing me to move.
“What is it now?” I ask, irritated.
He inhales sharply but doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he uses his hands to pull me closer, his dick slowly filling me.
I feel how large it is, but it does not hurt entering my wet pussy. I groan deeply, completely letting myself go, surrendering to his hands full.
And it feels so good. As if his part has always belonged there and has finally come home.
Then he lifts a hand to press some hair behind my ear and gently whispers. “Do you understand now?”
Wiggling my hips, I tilt my head to gaze into his eyes. “That it feels this good because we are parallel?”
He smirks, seemingly pleased. “That one’s a given, but no.” He cups my ass with one hand holding me in place, while with the other he slowly goes up my thigh, over my belly , and to my breast. “That you can’t turn fuck with anyone but me. Not even your ex!” He eenunciateson the last words with his eyes blazing with jealousy.
“Uhm… Can’t say… Unless you promise to fuck with me everyday.” I wink trying to shift the mood from serious back to fun.
He watches me without changing. “You need me just as much as I need you.”
And then he stands up with me on him, exiting my body and lifts me up to his shoulders only by holding my upper legs with his lower arms.
The gesture feels too intimate too soon and I suddenly start feeling uncomfortable. “Put me back down,” I say too fast.
“Relax,” he says and just like that, I do.
His lips touches my pussy and as he sucks on it, I twist my body in joy, holding his head to keep balance. His tongue feels strong and seemingly knowledgeable of all my happy spots.
I moan in joy as he pleasures me like I’ve never been pleasured before.
Then he turns back towards the couch, gives my lady one last kiss, and lowers me to the height of his elbows before throwing us both on the comfy couch.
I pant in excitement, my hands exploring his shredded body, as he finds my nipple and sucks on it.
I slowly move my hands up his upper arms, feeling the indentations and bulges, and it turns me on to the point of not being able to endure his absence from my body.
I lift my hips to touch his erection, tempting him to enter me. He groans and answers my plea. It slips inside with heavenly ease and I twist my body in pleasure. We move our hips, enjoying the feeling, and then our eyes meet, making it very intimate again.
My eyelids close halfway, but I do not break the eye contact. He goes deeper and a moan escapes my throat, making me blush for the way his eyes watch me.
I feel the need to come so I gently push him, giving him a clue that I want to change positions. Surprisingly, he obeys without hesitation and I place myself on top of him, starting to move on my own rhythm and way. I feel his eyes moving over my naked body at a very slow pace and it turns me on seeing it.
He glides his hands slowly over my calves, thighs, grips my buttocks shortly but firmly, then continues to slide over my waist and finally cups my breasts.
I increase the pace, my rugged moans announcing my soon orgasm. I give my final few frictions before reaching there, then collapse onto his wide strong chest, slightly trembling as my hips slow down.
He quickly takes out his erection and spills his juices over my derriere
It didn’t even occur to me we hadn’t used a condom up until now. Luckily, he’s being aware.
“Being careful,” I say and look him in the eye. “I’m not on the pill,” I shrug. “You couldn’t have known that.”