woman if done properly.” He shifted forward once again. “I would so much like to show you, Melanie Manning.”
Mel’s heart skipped a beat. Hell, it skipped two. Now what?
Jack rose to his feet. “Why don’t we go into the living room and relax a little? We can talk and get to know each other a bit more.”
Mel set the cups in the sink and followed him into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and patted the cushioned seat. She bit her bottom lip and stared at his hands.
“Come on, I promised we’d take it slow.”
Mel settled next to Jack and reached for the remote. It wasn’t long before she was pulled close to his powerful body as they watched an episode of Criminal Minds . His fingers lightly caressed the back of her neck, sending goose bumps straight to her hairline.
“I thought you promised to take it slow,” Mel admonished half-heartedly. Her nipples tightened painfully. She needed his mouth on her. She needed to feel the hardness of his body lying on top of hers.
Jack licked the shell of her ear. “I lied.”
Mel’s entire body relaxed as he massaged the back of her neck. His other hand brushed her belly and settled on her hip. Mel held her breath. If she moved a wee bit to her right, his thumb would slip to exactly where she wanted his touch the most.
She gasped when he suckled her earlobe. That was it. She couldn’t take this closeness anymore and not feel his big hands all over her body. Mel shifted in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down and planted a kiss on his mouth. Lips connected and tongues dueled. She swung one leg over his hips and straddled his lap. Her breasts pressed against his massive chest. His huge erection probed between her wide-opened legs. They mimicked the sex act with hips and tongues.
Jack pulled his mouth away and cupped her face. He stared into her eyes for the longest time before slamming his mouth onto hers again in an earth-shattering kiss. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and jaw. Moving further down, he nibbled on her collarbone. He ran his tongue up her throat and captured her mouth once again. He thrust and parried with her tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. With finesse, she was rolled over onto her back and pinned beneath his hard body. He kissed a trail alongside her neck, over her throat, and up to one ear and then the other.
Cool air assaulted her breasts. Jack suckled each nipple in turn. He tugged her dress further so it lay bunched at her waist. His licked her belly, then moved downward and delved into her naval. Soon, he was licking her pussy through her wet panties. The silken material triggered a friction so hot and intense that Mel bucked against his mouth.
She heard a loud ripping sound and gasped when his mouth covered her bare pussy. Dear Lord, the man had ripped her panties from her body. This dominant side of Jack had her panting for more of his rough handling. He dropped kisses along her inner thighs, growled, and covered the flesh between her legs with his mouth. Mel screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She rocked her pussy and shamelessly rode his face as wave upon wave of an incredible orgasm overtook her. She swore her toes curled.
Jack moved back up her body and rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him frantically and tasted herself on his lips. Mel reached between their bodies and stroked his cock. She licked her lips.
“Baby, you’re looking to have a cock shoved down your throat.”
Mel gently pushed at his chest and dropped to the floor on both knees. “I want you deep in my throat while I suck you off.” Her hands shook slightly as she slowly unbuckled his leather belt. She carefully rasped his zipper down inch by agonizing inch.
Mel’s mouth went dry at the erection tenting his white boxers. The man had to be sporting at least nine inches. Moisture trailed down the inside of her thighs. She was so ready for this. For him. The mere thought of taking
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