28. Chapter 28 Margot
Chapter twenty-eight
If Jack’s proclamation wasn’t enough to completely melt me, this kiss is.
Hello, my name is Margot, and I now identify as a puddle.
Because he’s always been everything to me too.
For twenty-three years, he’s been the axis my world spun around.
Always in the back of my mind. Always in my heart. And God, have I wanted him.
When he was a cute little boy with curly golden hair, I wanted him to hold me every time I fell and kiss every scratch.
Then he grew into a heartthrob teen, lanky from growing tall so fast, but with washboard abs that stood out in the summer, when his skin was golden from being outside without a shirt every day.
I was still a little girl filled with fantasies of being a princess, and I wanted him to marry me and be my Prince Charming.
When he went off to college, he was hardly ever at home, but I was learning to become a young woman.
Every picture posted online, showcasing how much he was filling out, would make me feel things I didn’t quite understand.
Somewhere along the way, he grew into the man he is today.
His once unruly golden hair, now clean cut and light brown, his muscles fitting his six-foot-four-inch frame, and his style reflecting that of a man with his life together.
Somewhere along the way, I became a woman, learning good and well what his pictures made me feel.
And somewhere along the way, every boyfriend I had morphed into Jack when I closed my eyes.
I pull out of the kiss to finally get what I’ve yearned for, for years. “Jack, I need you.”
And do I ever. If sex with him is anything as good as what he just did with this mouth, I’m in for a great time. It’s not like I’ve had many sexual partners. It’s just been the two long-term relationships I had in undergrad, and apparently, neither of them had a clue what they were doing.
He climbs off me, and even though I’m spread naked on his bed, his gaze never leaves my own. I might be a little self-conscious of the fact that he isn’t looking at my body were it not for the fire burning in his eyes and the tent in his pants.
He starts his striptease ever so slowly, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor before kicking off his shoes and moving on to his pants. When he gets to his boxers, I watch in equal parts hunger and horror as the biggest dick I’ve ever seen springs free.
I’ve had nothing but confidence this whole time, but seeing how large he is makes me the slightest bit nervous. My eyes lock in on his dick as I try to figure out how we’re going to get that inside me, and he must sense my apprehension. “Trust me, it’ll fit.”
My eyes snap up to find him smirking. The arrogant bastard. I hate that he knows it’ll fit. God, how many women has he used to test that theory? If there has ever been anything I’ve been more certain about, it’s that no woman has ever taken him the way I will.
And no woman ever will again.
Jack takes a step toward me before freezing in place. “Shit. Hold on, baby. I’m just going to grab a condom real quick.”
“No! I mean, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control, and I trust you, and…and I just need to feel you.”
A fire I’ve never seen before lights in his eyes before he stalks toward me, following me on the bed as I crawl backward until I hit the headboard. He pulls me to lie down before climbing over me, encasing me in his arms, and searching my eyes once again. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
All I can do is nod.
His hands roam down my body until they find my pussy, groaning when he feels how wet I am for him. The moment he sinks two fingers inside me, I release a moan of my own.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re so goddamn tight,” he says, fucking his fingers in and out of me in a slow but brutal pace for what seems like an eternity.
Eventually, he removes his fingers and grabs the base of his dick, rubbing it up and down and lubing himself with my arousal.
He lines himself up at my opening, his wide head already spreading me more than I’ve ever been.
My eyes close in anticipation of the initial pain this stretch will cause when he cups my face with his other hand, resting on his forearm. “Open your eyes, baby girl.”
I do as he says, and the view of him above me takes my breath away. I can’t believe I was about to miss this. I’ve imagined this exact view countless times, but those fantasies didn’t do justice to the living, breathing man above me.
“Princess, I would never ever hurt you. Just relax, okay? Just look in my eyes.”
He mirrors my nod as he gently brushes the hair that’s fallen in my face, then he’s sinking into me, inch by inch.
The stretch is euphoric, and he was right.
The pain is barely even noticeable. He keeps going until he’s deeper than I thought was possible, and when I think I really can’t take any more, he finally stops with his hips fully flush against mine.
I bite down on his shoulder to mask my scream as he seats himself fully inside of me.
He was already trembling with the effort of holding himself still but my bite seems to threaten his resolve, and he exhales a ragged breath.
“Goddamnit, Margot. Fuck, you feel so good.”
When he’s given my body enough time to adjust to him, he pulls back to his tip before sinking back into me.
Over and over and over, he thrusts into me, each filled with so much passion and longing.
It’s not frantic or rushed. He’s not just trying to chase a release.
No, he’s savoring each time he’s sheathed inside me.
Praising me with his words as well as with his cock.
“ Fuck, you're incredible, baby. So fucking perfect. Taking me so well. You’re perfect. You know that, right, baby girl? The most beautiful, brilliant, perfect woman in the world. And goddamn this fucking cunt. I could stay buried in this tight little pussy forever. With your gorgeous body wrapped around mine. Fucking irresistible. I’ll never get enough. You’re a goddess, Margot.”
I’m not just some girl he’s brought back to his penthouse. He’s not just fucking me. No, I’m his everything. He’s making love to me.
I never close my eyes as he worships my body, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing into my body. I never take them off of my Jack .