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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

KENDRA

F our years. He’s wanted me for that long.

Jesus, I really have been blind.

My brain is still trying to catch up with the bombshell Jack just dropped as he lays me down on his duvet.

Standing at the foot of his bed, he reaches behind his head and pulls off his training top. In the soft glow from the lamp on his nightstand, his chest and abs are exactly as I thought they would be. Perfection.

My mouth waters, and I grow wetter at the thought of him tying me up and living out his fantasies. I want him to steal my words with his mouth and keep me awake all night with his dick.

His dark blue athletic shorts ride low on his waist as he reaches over, picks up a wrapped box, and sets it on the floor. “This part of your gift can wait a little longer.”

Next, he moves across to his dresser and pulls open the top drawer. Turning over his shoulder, he throws me a panty-melting smile as he reaches inside and grabs a black tie, pocketing it in his shorts.

I’ve never been nervous to sleep with a guy. With Tyler, I was way too focused on trying to reach a climax to even think about what I was doing or who I was with.

But as Jack Morgan crawls over me and lifts my cami top overhead, butterflies swarm my body in response to the way he drinks me in.

I sit up on my elbows and drop my gaze to the hard bulge tenting his shorts.

He chuckles, leaning down to take my mouth with his, massaging our tongues together.

“I’ve never had a problem speaking my mind.” He drops his forehead against mine. “But you do things to me I don’t think I’ll ever have words for. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be here, and I feel so damn lucky right now.”

He pulls out the black tie, and I pulsate with need.

“Have you ever done this before?”

With our foreheads still pressed together, I shake my head. “Never.”

A dark rumble rises from his throat, almost like that turns him on further. “Lie back and lift your arms above your head for me.”

I do as he asked, and Jack sits up on his knees, taking my hands in his. As he wraps the tie around my wrists and secures it to his headboard, I know I’m completely at his mercy. The thought alone has me biting down on my bottom lip, the excitement and anticipation bordering unbearable.

My experience with guys is limited, but one thing they all shared was reaching their climax as soon as possible. So, when Jack straddles my waist and his lips fall to my upper left arm, emotions I wasn’t expecting from tonight stick at the back of my throat.

Truth is, I don’t know what I want with him. I have so many confused feelings that are ultimately overpowered by need. We’ve been dancing around each other for too long, and I need to know what it feels like to be in his bed.

“Promise me you’ll never let a guy touch you like that again. And if they do, then I want to fucking hear about it, Kendra.” One at a time, he kisses the five marks Tyler’s fingers left and then brings his eyes back to mine. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whisper.

“I don’t know if you’re aware of how special you are. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman more determined to go after what she wants. Do you know how beautiful that is?”

His hands fall to the waistband of my sleep shorts, and carefully, he peels them down my legs. When they pass over my knees, his lips hover over my left kneecap—the place where I feel constant pain.

I’m left in only my black thong when Jack tosses my sleep shorts onto the floor.

“Jesus Christ.” He swipes a hand over his mouth, shaking his head in disbelief.

Crawling back over me, he frames my face with his palms as he kisses me deeply. His tongue, his breath, his scent, his moans—they all overwhelm me in the best way possible. The only way I ever want to be touched.

He pulls my lower lip between his teeth before releasing it, working his mouth down my neck and toward my breasts.

“How do you like to come, Kendra?” he asks between kisses.

My jaw hangs open when he glides his tongue from one nipple to the other, circling each one in turn.

“I-I don’t know.” I swallow thickly, knowing I’m already so close.

Jack lifts his head as he descends to my navel. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” He narrows his eyes at me.

I shake my head at him. “Most of the time, I’ve only ever come with the help of Scarlett.”

Jack’s face breaks into a cocky smile. “Oh, yeah? And who is she?”

Other than the color of my cheeks right now …

“She’s my vibrator,” I reply. “Something Tyler fucking hated.”

He sits up on his haunches, hands falling to my thong. “ Diamonds might be a girl’s best friend, but toys are also ours. What guy wouldn’t want to see his girl take a vibrator and his cock at the same time?”

As he backs off the bed, he takes my panties with him. “You’re so damn wet. Part those pretty thighs for me, Kitten.”

As I spread myself in front of him, a rumble leaves his chest.

“Let me see you.” I tip my chin at his shorts.

His smile breaks out. “You want to see my cock?”

I want to do a lot more than just see it.

“Yes.”

In a torturously slow move, he pushes his shorts to the floor. I wanted him to steal my words tonight, but I never expected his cock to achieve that just by looking at it.

“Holy hell,” I gasp.

He wraps his fist around the base, and the tip shines in the light cast from his bedside lamp.

“You like what you see?” he asks.

I nod my head with need, and he climbs back onto the bed.

“Well, if you’re a good girl, I’ll feed it to you later … but first”—his hands find my inner thighs as he spreads me wider—“I need to eat.”

His tongue follows the trail of my release left from when he removed my thong, and when he switches to the other thigh and does the same, I can already feel my first orgasm as it overpowers me.

I shake and shudder, the sensation made stronger by Jack’s fingers swiping through my pussy and circling my clit.

“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Right now, I’m going to come.”

His thumb replaces his fingers and applies pressure to my clit as he continues to nip and suck at my inner thigh. He’s not even looking at my pussy, but somehow, he knows exactly where to touch. “Best you do it all over my fingers then.”

The moment two fingers push inside my entrance, I begin to contract around him .

A guttural groan vibrates against my thigh while his mouth moves toward my apex, and I throw my head back into the pillow, straining against the tie around my wrists.

“You’re coming all over my hand, Kitten.”

His fingers continue pumping me, his tongue lapping up my release. Every time I think I’ve gone as far as I can, Jack finds a deeper spot inside me, triggering another wave of bliss, which he happily swallows down between groans.

Even if I wanted to stand up, I don’t think I could. Every bone in my body has melted into the mattress beneath me.

Jack reaches beside me, grabs a pillow, and slides it underneath my hips. I raise an inquisitive brow as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them on a cocky grin.

“Since you taste so good, it’s inevitable that I’ll be here for a while. Makes it more comfortable.”

I don’t get a chance to respond. In fact, I am officially nonverbal. Jesus, this man’s mouth.

“So fucking delicious,” he rasps against my clit, sucking it mercilessly.

My hips shoot off the bed, but he brings an arm across them and holds me in place while he drives his tongue deep inside my pussy.

“Jack, Jack, I’m going to c-come again.”

“I know,” he replies. “Let go, Kendra. Give me all of it.”

I’ve never been loud in bed—maybe because I’ve never had a reason to scream. But as Jack lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder and drags my lower half up with him, the way he eats me has me crying out his name on repeat.

That’s where I stay, suspended and pressed against his mouth, working me into a frenzy. I’m locked in a permanent state of bliss, unsure where my last orgasm finished, and a new one begins.

As his tongue slows over my clit, Jack’s brown hair falls across his eyes, and he watches me unravel once more. The only sound in his otherwise silent bedroom is from the way he devours me.

I’ve never come so hard or fast before. I didn’t even think it was possible.

He pulls away the pillow and lowers my hips back onto the bed, reaching up to untie me. “I was going to keep you like this for longer, but I want to feel the way your nails dig into my skin when I push inside you.”

“Let me ride you,” I say, sitting up and finding his lips again. “I want to feel how big you are.”

My hand falls to his dick as we both rise onto our knees in front of each other.

Jack wraps his hand around mine. “You want to play with me?”

I pump him once and watch as a bead of pre-cum leaks down his shaft, trailing over my hand. “You untied me and released the beast. I want to hear you scream my name too.”

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, and I swipe my palm over the head, using more pre-cum to lubricate my grip.

“Jesus,” he growls as he drops his head down, “I’m this close to shooting.”

When I bend down to take him in my mouth, he wraps my hair around his fist, pulling me back up to face him. His eyes are hooded and dark—a far cry from the playful Jack I’m used to.

“You going to ride my dick or what?”

I inch closer, our lips a whisker from touching. “Anyone ever tell you that for a boy with a posh accent, you have a really filthy mouth?”

He reaches down and swipes a finger through my soaking pussy, offering it out for me to taste. “Maybe you should find out what all the fuss is about. Taste all the reasons why you drive me wild.”

His jaw hangs open as I suck myself clean from his finger, releasing it with a pop .

“I need inside you—right now,” he grits out, falling back onto his bed and gripping his cock tightly.

I’m ready to sink onto him when Jack’s hands find my hips, halting me.

“We haven’t spoken about protection, but I’m tested regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone in … a while.”

I reach forward and kiss him. “I got tested after Tyler, and I have an IUD.”

From the moment I saw him, I knew Jack was big. But I could never have been prepared for the way he stretches me out. Lowering further down, I pause when he’s halfway inside me, and he sits up on one elbow, circling a hand around the nape of my neck.

“You’re swallowing me so fucking well.” His eyes fall to where he’s disappearing, and he lifts up his hips, pushing in another inch.

“You’re so big.” My head lolls forward, but the hand around my neck finds my chin and tips my face back up.

“Eyes on me, Kendra. Let me see you as I claim you as mine.”

I want to tell him that he isn’t just claiming me tonight.

He’s ruining me.

When he’s all the way in, I expect him to lie back and let me do all the work. But he stays resting on his elbow, pushing his hips to drive further inside, and I rock over him for the first time.

He’s so deep that I feel sure he’ll break me.

“That’s it, Kitten. Take what you need from me. Let me be your toy tonight.”

I rock over him again and hear how wet I am. Jack must notice it too.

“Can you hear how soaked you are?”

“Never—been—this—wet,” I pant, my hips losing rhythm as the pleasure builds to uncontrollable levels.

“Yeah, time for me to fuck you now.”

In one smooth motion, I’m on my back, and Jack’s pushing inside me from above. His face is exactly like I pictured that morning at Jenna’s.

On his knees, he thrusts into me hard and spreads my legs as they rest in the crook of his elbows. “Tell me, did you scream Tyler’s name when he fucked you?”

“No,” I cry.

He thrusts into me again, his dick growing harder. “Who makes you scream, Kendra?”

Falling over the edge, I do exactly that. “Y-you do. Only you.”

His hot cum spills inside me, but Jack keeps moving until he’s emptied all he has.

He collapses onto his elbows, bracketing me in with his arms as we kiss and settle into a peaceful and satiated bliss.

“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” I tell him.

Jack releases a long, relaxed breath. “I’ll raise you by several years. Jesus Christ, you’re fucking incredible. Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”