44. Jack ‘J’
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JACK ‘J’
L ike trickling liquid gold, the dress slides down Sara’s body. J watches as it snakes down to her feet, his eyes drawn to her slender ankles before his gaze climbs higher to her legs, smooth thighs, and… what are those?
It takes him a moment to realize she’s not wearing panties, but she’s also not completely bare either. Dotted around her hips and in a triangular formation over her smooth pubic area, in the shape of stringy panties, are tiny shimmering diamantes…just like she’d mentioned earlier.
His pulse rockets, adrenaline kicking through his system. She’s the only person who’d ever made his heart race this way. Everything had kicked into gear when this girl literally burst into his life. Fell from the sky right into his path. Always destined to find each other.
Now she’s on her toes, spinning for him, showing that the sparkling gems wrap all the way around, a slim line travelling down to the base of her fleshy ass he can’t wait to sink his hands into .
He looks at her with more hunger, devouring every part of her. Her stomach is toned, skin flawless, every curve sexy as hell. Blood rushes to below his waist as he continues to take in the rest of her. She runs her hands through her long waves, causing her chest to arc out. No bra, just full, round breasts. She’s perfect. It’s driving him wild.
He folds his arms over his chest.
“Where do they stop?” He flashes his gaze to below her waist.
She backs up, perches her ass on the edge of the bed. “Come find out.”
He shakes his head, smirking and forcing his grin not to grow wider. “Nope, no distracting me with sex.”
She leans back on her hands, looks him in the eye and opens her legs wide.
An obstruction forms in his throat. He was only joking. She could distract him all she wanted.
“Nope,” he chokes out. Even though he’s loosening his belt and unzipping his pants.
Sara gets up, turns away from him, places one knee on the bed before she’s slowly crawling away from him, her hips deliberately swaying to give him full view of her glistening pink slit that’s already wet with arousal.
“Nope…” he growls under his breath as she starts to move again. Nope, he thinks as he unbuttons his shirt and tugs off his tie.
She lowers her chest, goes facedown into a pillow, keeping her ass in the air, like a stretching feline, all so his eyes can feast on every inch of her pussy that’s begging to be fucked.
“Jesus Christ, yes!” he barks, crossing the room at last.
He loses his shoes and socks, steps out of his pants, and when he’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs while taking in the delicious sight in front of him, he knows only one thing. There’s not a scenario on this earth that could stop him from worshipping her for as long as she’ll allow it, because holy fucking shit, this woman is about to bring him to his knees.