"Not tonight," Jack said. I didn't quite know what he meant.
Suddenly, he pulled away, his hands digging in a drawer and then closing it. I heard the sound of foil tearing and then saw him rolling a condom onto that beautiful shaft of his. Seconds later, he was using his full weight to push me against the bed, dominating me with his superior strength. It was exactly what I wanted.
"I'm going to make you come all over me," he said, his width parting me as the last word left his lips. I gasped, truly feeling how big his erection was. He was inside me now, pushing deeper, the initial pain so worth it due to what would come next. My walls flexed around him, stretching to accommodate his superior size.
"Look into my eyes, Effie." He kept going deeper, reaching parts of me no man had ever reached. I could tell he loved that strain on my face, the tension as we fit our bodies together in the hottest way possible. I watched him dutifully, giving myself to him because I wanted to more than anything in the world.
He started to rock his hips with aggression, with such carnal intent. It felt so good, so utterly divine. I let out tiny gasps now and then, my mind unable to form any real words at all. Our bodies were coated with sweat by this point, and I didn't care one bit. Jack didn't seem to mind either.
"You're so tight, Effie. So perfect." The words just bounced off of me since I could barely process them.
Jack's thrusts kept getting deeper and deeper, his cock almost falling out of me and then plunging all the way back in to the hilt. He was pressing against my g-spot again with each thrust, his shaft regularly brushing my clit.
I usually had to wait a short while between orgasms, but I already felt a second emerging, one bigger than the first. Jack was moving quicker and quicker, perhaps realizing that he wouldn't be able to last much longer either. His unhinged behavior was definitely having an effect on my sensitivity.
"I'm gonna come!" he snarled.
When I felt him start twitching inside of me, time seemed to slow. In that moment, I was receiving all of his pent up sexual aggression, his lust reaching a climax inside my womb. Our bodies were slapping together so loudly, so rapidly. He had one hand under my back and one hand on my breast, controlling my body through his strategic touch.
And then, I was there again—with him this time—the fireworks exploding behind my eyes. His groans became so much more desperate, his pace and intensity the perfect complement to my own.
"Yes! Yes!" He was almost growling, his body overcome by pleasure. "Oh, God!"
We were contorting our bodies together, locking ourselves in a position we'd never want to leave. Sex had never been like this for me before. This was something alien, something beautiful. Something I felt instead of understood. I didn't want it to die down, not now, not ever.
Jack slowed with me, laying his head between my breasts after he was spent. "Oh, God, Effie. That was beautiful."
"Thank you." It was all I could say.
He eased out of me, leaving me with an unexpected feeling of emptiness. When he wrapped his arms tightly around me though, I forgot about it entirely. I found a comfortable spot for my head on his chest. He planted two small kisses on my cheek after I settled there.
Literally exhausted, I passed out on this gorgeous, sweet, rich man's chest as if it were the best—and most expensive—pillow I'd ever rested my head on.
Chapter 5
"What the hell?" I groaned. My hair was in my eyes, the sunlight scorching and bright through the cluttered strands. "Why's it so early?"
Jack was standing there next to the bed in a red silk robe. "I promised I'd get you home last night—but I slipped up. So this is the next best thing."
I was suddenly very awake. "Shit! What do I do? I don't have my work clothes or anything."
"Relax," he said. "You're so grumpy because it is super early."
I grabbed my cell phone—there were still two hours before I needed to be at the office. I made one of those comically cliché whew! noises and relaxed. "I was really worried there for a second."
"You know, you're so beautiful when you wake up. The sunbeams really make your skin glow."
"Jesus, Jack, why don't you write a song about it?" As much as I acted as if it were a tacky thing to say, I really liked it.
He laughed and smiled. "Don't put me on the spot. C'mon, let's take a shower. God knows how bad we need it."
I was still naked under the sheets, although I didn't even remember getting beneath them. I instinctively grabbed for my clothes, but Jack placed a pink robe in my hand.
"For guests," he said.
"I'm so honored," I mumbled. Yeah, I was grumpy all right. Well, at least I'd be warm without having to get fully dressed.
I stood up to put on the robe but Jack grabbed me before I could do it, giving me a great big hug. He gripped my butt with his hand and gave me a solid kiss on the forehead. "You're like a goddess," he said again. I felt his hardness pressing against my leg through his robe.
"A goddess who desperately needs coffee."
"After the shower. C'mon, Effie."
I didn't even have time to put on the robe because he was already dragging me toward the bathroom. So I carried it. My need for caffeine subsided, at least temporarily.
He led me into the bathroom, a gorgeous, marble-floored room with a double-headed shower. Actually, I had never even thought about that. We could stand in the middle together while individual streams of water kept
