Chapter Six
Early morning light came through the big windows, casting a warm glow over the messy sheets.
I woke up first, already feeling Sutton pressed against me.
Her back was to my chest, her leg tangled with mine.
She was still asleep, breathing slow and deep.
The sheet had slipped down, showing the curve of her breast, the marks I left on her neck and shoulder, and the shape of her hip.
Desire stirred instantly, thick and insistent.
I moved with deliberate care, shifting down the bed without waking her.
I gently parted her thighs and settled between them, my broad shoulders holding her open.
I started with soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, gradually working my way higher.
When my tongue finally dragged in one long, slow stripe through her folds, tasting the mingled evidence of last night’s passion and her fresh, sleepy arousal, Sutton stirred with a low, surprised moan.
“Jack…” she breathed, her voice rough and husky from sleep and the hours of moaning my name.
I didn’t reply with words. Instead, I devoured her with slow, devoted focus.
My tongue explored every inch of her — licking broad stripes from her entrance to her clit, then circling the swollen bud with firm pressure.
I slid two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them steadily against that sensitive front wall while my mouth sealed around her clit and sucked gently.
Sutton’s moans grew louder and more coherent as wakefulness claimed her. Her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping tightly. “Oh God… yes. Your mouth feels so fucking good in the morning,” she gasped, her hips beginning to roll against my face in lazy, needy movements.
I hummed in approval against her, the vibration making her whimper and arch her hips toward my mouth.
I increased the pressure, fucking her with my fingers in deep, rhythmic strokes while my tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.
Her moans turned into desperate, breathy cries as her orgasm built quickly.
“Oh fuck… Jack… right there,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I doubled down, adding a third finger to stretch her while my tongue worked her clit with relentless, precise strokes. Her thighs began to tremble around my head, her breathing turning into short, sharp pants.
Within minutes, she shattered. “Jack— I’m coming!
” she cried out, her voice breaking. Her thighs clamped tightly around my head as her body arched sharply off the bed.
Her pussy pulsed and fluttered violently around my fingers, a fresh rush of wetness coating my hand and tongue as she squirted lightly against my mouth.
I kept licking and stroking her through every powerful wave, refusing to let the pleasure end quickly.
I drew out her orgasm until she was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath me, her cries fading into soft, overwhelmed sobs of ecstasy.
Only when her body finally began to relax did I move up her body, covering her completely with my larger frame.
My hard cock nudged against her slick, still-pulsing entrance before I pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. Sutton moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, dark with renewed lust.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I gripped her thighs and started fucking her hard — deep, powerful strokes that rocked the bed. “This pussy is mine,” I growled, my voice rough with morning hunger. “I own it now. Every fucking inch belongs to me.”
Sutton cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Yes—yours, Jack!”
I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back into her from behind in one brutal thrust. The new angle made her moan even louder.
I fisted her hair, yanking her head back as I railed her.
“That’s right. Scream for the man who owns this cunt.
Your ex could never fuck you like this. He never made you drip and shake the way I do. ”
I spanked her ass hard, watching it jiggle with every punishing thrust. “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours!” she screamed, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “My pussy belongs to you, Jack—fuck me harder!”
I pounded into her mercilessly for several minutes before flipping her onto her back again. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half as I drove even deeper. The position allowed me to grind against her clit with every thrust.
“Look at me while I own you,” I demanded, staring down into her eyes. “I’m going to fill this pussy every single day if I want. You’re my personal fucktoy now. My cumslut. Say it.”
“I’m your cumslut,” she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back. “I’m yours to use whenever you want!”
Her words pushed me closer to the edge. I reached down and rubbed her clit roughly while continuing to slam into her.
Sutton came hard, screaming my name as her walls clamped down around me like a vice.
The intense squeezing finally broke me. With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum.
We stayed locked together, breathing heavily. I kissed her deeply, savoring the way her body continued to pulse around me. After a few moments, Sutton glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
“Shit,” she murmured, a reluctant smile crossing her face. “It’s later than I thought. I should probably get going soon.”
I wasn’t ready to let her leave. I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing and biting along the sensitive skin, sucking hard enough to leave fresh marks. She shivered and tilted her head to give me better access.
“Stay,” I growled against her throat, my voice low and possessive. I nipped harder, then soothed the bite with my tongue. “Don’t go yet. In fact… come with me to brunch at my sister’s house instead.”
Sutton froze for a second, then let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Your sister’s house? You mean Dylan’s mom?”
“Exactly,” I said, my lips still trailing along her neck, one hand sliding down to cup her breast possessively. “Imagine walking in there with me — freshly fucked, full of my cum, wearing the marks I just put on you. Let them all see who you belong to now.”
She moaned softly as I bit down again, her body responding even as her mind hesitated. “Jack… that’s risky. What if Dylan is there?”
I rolled my hips slowly, still buried inside her. “Then he’ll see exactly how well his uncle takes care of what he couldn’t keep. Come with me, Sutton. Let me show you off. Let me keep claiming you all day.”