Chapter Twenty – Jack
Chapter Twenty
Jack
I took her wildly, because I knew that she could take it, and because I needed to—and I knew from the low moans she made as my cock bottomed out inside her that she needed it, too.
She splayed her fingers on the ground and shoved her ass back for me—I reached down and spread her cheeks wide so I could see myself enter her with each thrust, wrapped around me, stretched tight.
“Fuck, Jack,” she hissed my name and her elbows softened, as though I’d hit a switch somewhere inside her, making her collapse forward, creating a cradle with her arms for her head as she offered everything to me. “Just—fuck.”
“I am,” I growled a promise, relishing every sensation with each thrust. I slowed, panting. I couldn’t give her anything but tonight—even if we lived, I had no illusions, I knew that she’d go back to Mark.
But for the length of tonight…she was mine.
I ran my hands up her sides slowly.
“What’re you doing?” she dreamily asked.
“Deciding.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “On what?”
My cock had already been painted with her wetness and my cum, but I realized I wanted more memories than that—if I lived past tomorrow night, I wanted to be able to close my eyes and bring up this moment forever: Angela bowed down in front of me, only barely balanced, working on my cock with her tongue and her lips.
“On this,” I told her. “Turn around, Angela.” She blinked, slowly coming to attention as I pulled my cock out of her.
Its glistening length bobbed between us, already missing the sleeve of her cunt.
“I’m going to fuck you every which way.” I put my hand out for her as she got on all fours and turned toward me, sensing my need.
She ran her cheek against my palm so that my fingers tangled in her hair.
“Yeah,” I whispered, taking hold of it, bringing her kiss-swollen lips to the head of my cock.
Her eyes flashed up at me, not in defiance, but in genuflection, and I shuddered, right down to the bottom of the soul I knew I didn’t have, as her tongue took its first taste.
She licked up the length of my shaft, as though she was trying to clean off the mess we’d made earlier.
She took long eager stripes that made me ache, while looking up at me through blond eyelashes, like some sort of semi-innocent angel that I was perverting.
I grabbed the base of my cock and tilted it forward for her with meaning, making a primal sound.
She laughed and wrapped her lips around me at last, innocence forgotten, and started sucking, wrapping my shaft with one hand, slicked with her spit, working me like a pro.
I rocked my head back, giving into the moment, relishing each sensation: the way the back of her throat made me bend and rub, her tongue soft against my hardness, and the way she started moaning with each stroke.
She pulled off and held me with two hands to catch her breath, rubbing her tongue up and down my tip, licking off the precum there as fast as it was beading. “You like that?” she asked, and I was about to answer with something casual and snarky when I realized that she meant it.
All she wanted to do in this very moment was to please me.
It broke my heart, and then it put it back together again.
“Yes,” I whispered, and she nodded, then went back at it, plunging me into her throat as I swung my hips up, I couldn’t help it.
If she wanted to make me happy, then I was going to have to let her.
I slid my fingers into her hair again, and felt her nod permission as I began to thrust, fucking her mouth, slowly at first, and then faster once I realized she could take it—and that she wanted to be taken.
By me.
“Fuck, Angela,” I groaned. She purred around me and made an accommodating whine as she gave up on stroking me, moving to hold herself up, while I used her mouth and lips and everything else, rocking into her, again, and again, unable to get enough, and then I felt her hand reach up and stroke my sack, like she wanted what was in it.
“Yeah,” I growled. I didn’t ask her if she cared that I come in her mouth because I already knew the answer. “You’re gonna get it. But don’t swallow.”
She made a small questioning sound, but didn’t stop, and at that trusting obedience after everything else that’d come before, I came, oh God, I came, so hard and long, pouring into her, my orgasm prolonged by knowing just how I was going to fill her next.
I took hold of the base of my cock again as she pulled off of it, sucking up every drop, and then looked at me, cheeks flushed and lips red. Blood was soaring inside of her, it was like I could see her arousal written on her, just beneath her skin.
I held my free hand out, making a cup of it just below her lips. “Spit.”
Her eyes went wide, but she did was she was told, indelicately letting my load fall into my palm. She gave me a guilty look and a dazed smile. “What, is it poisonous to werewolves?”
“No,” I told her, my voice low and serious. “The opposite in fact. Turn around.”
Her eyes nervously ran across my face, but then she moved to do as she was told, looking over her shoulder at me once more. “Jack,” she said, making my name a soft question.
“Every which way,” I reminded her. “If you’ll let me.”
Her jaw dropped a little in surprise, but then she nodded again, and I used my cum and her spit to slick her asshole.