Chapter 49
Abby
Ten Months
This man is un-fucking-real.
I knew I loved him, but I didn’t realize how much I wanted him until right now.
Thank God I have him.
Sitting on my knees between his thighs, I scrape my fingers lightly down his chest, relishing in the goosebumps I see pop up on his arms. It’s enough that the throbbing between my legs is already back in full force.
Un-fucking-real.
I pause when I reach his waistband, watching as he leans his head back with a groan. I palm his bulge over the fabric, gripping it and slowly pumping my hand back and forth.
“Fuck,” he mutters, hands flying to my hips, gripping me tightly.
I find his waistband again, slowly running my fingers along the fabric until I finally free his cock.
UN-FUCKING-REAL.
“Goddamn Jack,” I say, eyes going wide. “How the hell do you walk around with that thing?”
Chuckling, he kicks his underwear off the rest of the way, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Very carefully.”
“Well then I better take good care of him, huh?” I say, wrapping my hand around him for the first time, letting out a moan that nearly matches his. I swipe my thumb across the tip where beads of precum glisten, using it to coat the length of him as I pump up and down at a slow, merciless pace.
“Oh shit,” he groans. “Harder, Abby, harder.”
“Yes sir,” I say, feeling him twitch in my hand in response. “You really like that, huh? Being in charge? You want me to do as you say?”
He nods slowly, deliberately, eyes dangerous and piercing when they lock on mine.
“Yes sir,” I repeat, slowly lowering down until I’m ass up, eye-level with his cock, but never taking my eyes off of his. He props up on one elbow, reaching down to fist my hair at the nape of my neck.
“I want to feel your mouth on me, pretty girl.”
I grin up at him wickedly, pulling my lower lip between my teeth.
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” he growls.
Oh my God, I could come again just from this.
I flatten my tongue on the underside of his cock, slowly licking from base to tip before sucking the tip into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes still locked on mine. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
I release him just long enough to smile, then take him in my mouth again, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.
“Good girl,” he mutters. “Use your hand too, don’t be shy.”
My hand and mouth begin working in tandem, his breathing growing more labored by the minute. Watching his eyes roll back, jaw clenching simultaneously with his grip on my hair, is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“As deep as you can go, baby,” he pants. “Be a good girl and show me what you can do.”
I think I might like Good Girl even better than Pretty Girl.
I press forward until his tip touches the back of my throat, making me gag around him.
“Holy fuck,” he moans, hips jerking upward. “Do that again.”
So I do. And then I do it again. And again.
“Can I fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”
I nod eagerly, rotating until I’m propped up on the pillows, his strong, toned body towering over me.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
He thrusts into my mouth with no warning, causing me to gag again. He continues thrusting until tears are streaming down my face while I rub my thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction.
When his breathing turns uneven and his movements grow increasingly jerky, he pulls out of my mouth and moves down my body until he settles between my legs.
“Some day I’m going to fuck your mouth until you swallow every bit of cum I give you,” he breathes. “But tonight? Tonight, I need to fuck you.”
Yes. Sir.