Page 65 of Claimed By the Villain

“My turn.”

“What?”

“Let me take care of you, too.”

“You don’t have to, I—”

“Please.”

Fuck if I’ll ever be able to deny her anything.

I stand still, waiting, knowing I’m not going to like this. I’m not used to touches outside of a sexual context.

I watch her repeat the same process I just did, except she uses liquid soap instead of the bar.

She starts with my back, her palms moving in slow, circular motions until I’m clean. Like me, she avoids my ass and cock. Then she moves to the front, washing me with the same gentleness as before.

It takes me a couple of seconds to realize I could get addicted to this. Then, just when I start thinking this might go down in history as the only time I’ve been naked with a woman without fucking her, Jackie wraps her soft hand around my cock.

She washes me slowly, and it takes all my willpower not to pull her into my lap and fuck her standing up.

She rinses me off and says, “Lean against the wall.”

Completely dazed, I obey.

She shuts off the water, and when she kneels in front of me, I’m on the verge of ordering her to open her mouth for me.

I don’t. I shift lower instead, pushing my hips forward, spreading my thighs, my hard cock inches from her face.

Jackie looks up at me, naked and fucking gorgeous, but doesn’t make the first move.

I feel like I’m in the middle of a damn test, because I’m sure she’s as desperate for this as I am.

It’s a power struggle, I know, but I never said I played fair.

I start stroking myself, and with my free hand, I barely graze her cheek.

I pump only half a dozen times before, locking eyes with me, she pushes my hand away and takes over. But she goes further, closing her mouth around me, making me throb between her lips.

I can’t resist tangling my fingers in her hair, and she moans like she’s been waiting—wanting—that.

It doesn’t take long before she’s devouring me, then handing over control, offering herself to my lust.

There’s nothing gentle now, only raw need as I drive into her throat.

I feel my balls tighten, orgasm threatening, but as amazing as her mouth is, I want her pussy.

I haul her up and turn her to face away from me.

“Tell me I can fuck you without a condom. I won’t come inside,” I murmur against her ear.

She nods.

I bend her forward and test her entrance once with my tip, feeling her slickness dripping before I thrust in deep.

I cup her pussy with one open hand, using the contact to keep her upright as I take her, my other hand tangled in her hair.

It’s a hard, brutal fuck, our need tearing down any last traces of restraint.