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My gaze snapped to his, and I saw a cruel little lift of his mouth.

It wasn’t a smile, but it made me want to preen.

Didn’t have time for that, though.

Jack grabbed his cock at the base and brushed it against my lips, leaving a trail of precum behind.

My lips parted of their own volition, and Jack took advantage.

He bucked his hips slightly, demanding entrance.

I opened and filled my mouth, feeding me his cock until I overflowed.

He gripped my hair again, and I moaned, rewarded by a violent shudder that racked his big body.

He pushed the back of my head, the little smile twisting his face, the cruel promise in his eyes, making my breath come in short, rough pants.

“Finally found something useful for that annoying fucking mouth of yours,” he said.

I couldn’t speak, but I trailed my tongue along the thick vein running the length of his shaft.

From the way Jack tightened his hold on my hair, I proved my point.

He gave me a wicked grin, and then set about proving his own.

He thrust a little harder, his cock nudging the back of my throat. My eyes widened, but when I saw the smirk on his face, I breathed out through my nose and relaxed my throat.

Jack moaned as he slid an inch deeper, and then something seemed to break loose in him. He thrust and pushed against my head, driving deeper into my throat.

I felt a feral sort of pride that I could take him like this, satisfaction blooming in my chest at his harsh breaths, the little tremble in his fingers as he gripped my head almost frantically.

My jaw ached, my knees ached, and spit and precum leaked from the corner of my mouth, but I stayed in place, desperate to let Jack use me.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest as he stilled, and I braced myself.

“Swallow every drop,” he barked as he came down my throat.

His body racked once, twice, a third time, and bit by bit, his cock softened.

I felt strangely bereft when he slid his cock out of my mouth, a feeling that receded when he pulled me to my feet and pressed my chest against his.

It wasn’t a hug, but being this close to him, his strong muscles, warm skin, the steady beatof his heart against my chest, was exactly what I needed.

“Still think we shouldn’t have let them in?” I teased a few minutes later, my voice raspy and wrecked.

He let out a breathless laugh, then kissed me, slow and deep.

“Not thinking about them right now,” he muttered. A second later, he added, “Just you.”

He sounded almost surprised that he said it, but he didn’t try to take it back.

Instead, he just pulled me closer.

TWENTY-SIX

Asia

A yelpand the sound of shattering glass finally pulled us apart.