Heavenly Hacked (Reckless Bastards MC 5)

“Not yet,” he said, throwing my words back in my face.

I laughed and slid my hands under his shirt, scraped my nails up his rock-hard abs and his tight pecs. He really was a beautiful man and he was wearing too many damn clothes. “Now,” I told him and pushed the shirt over his head, hungry as hell to get close to him. Closer. So fucking close I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

Jag growled and tore the t-shirt from my body, chest heaving as he stared hungrily at my tits.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. And braless.”

His big calloused hands cupped my ass and lifted me onto the dinette table.

“And wearing too many fucking clothes,” he growled and in seconds had remedied the problem. “Better.” He dipped low, sucking slow at first and then harder until I pushed into him and my nipple disappeared into his mouth. I couldn’t look away, not from the sight of his thick plump lips doing wicked things to my body.

“Jag,” I moaned, making all sorts of noises as he moved back and forth, pleasing and torturing me. “No more. I can’t wait.” My hands fumbled with his belt and jeans until he shoved them aside and did what I could not. “Thank fuck.”

He chuckled, staring at me while he fisted his cock, stroking in long hard strokes. “You ready?”

I spread my legs wider until I nearly straddled the table. “See for yourself.” Jag wasn’t playing around today. He didn’t dive right in, instead he took two fingers and rubbed them up and down my pussy, making sure I was completely coated in my own juices before he dropped down to his knees.

“Stay just like that,” he growled. The order was issued in a deep, commanding voice that forced obedience. And fucking hell, was that obedience returned ten-fold. His mouth worked me over. Kissing my pussy like a teenager in the back seat for the first time, the kiss was endless. My body shook and trembled beneath the swirl of his tongue, the way his hands branded my thighs as he held them apart.

His tongue touched my clit and that was it. My hips bucked off the table so eager to get close to the source of all that heat and all that pleasure.

“Jag.”

His name was the only word my brain could find, and it seemed to fire him up, which was just hot to watch.

He stood and stroked my pussy with his thumb. “Vivi,” he whispered, barely able to speak and stepped closer until his thick cock was at my opening and he pushed in deep in one long slide.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned as if he were in pain, the kind of pain that meant endless pleasure.

But that was the end of the slowness. There was no more teasing or playing, Jag was in full pleasure seeking mode as he fucked me. Hard and fast and dirty. He cupped my face and my legs wrapped around his waist, giving him just enough room to pound into me deliciously hard. Each time his balls smacked me, a shiver ripped through me.

“Vivi,” he growled again, gaze locked on mine. The intensity of it stole my breath.

I leaned back on the table and that only deepened his reach. So hard and thick, he filled up all the free space and I loved it. Rolling my hips and urging him on, I needed it all. “Yes, Jag. Oh, fuck yeah!”

“You feel amazing.”

“You feel better,” I told him back and squeezed.

“Ah, fuck.” He reared up and palmed my tits, kneading and pinching my nipples while he fucked me hard and fast. It was too much, and I was feeling so much pleasure as my body began to overheat. The passion swirled around the room, crackling in the air between us like it was a second away from combusting.

My orgasm started at my toes, making my legs numb as it crawled up my body, but when the heat reached my pussy, all was lost. Pleasure swamped me, filled me with a heat as bright and hot as the sun. My body shook and shivered and then convulsed violently as I rode out my ecstasy on his thick, dark cock while Jag still sought his own.

“Oh, Jag,” I cried out and he grinned.

“I fucking love the way you say my name, babe.” His hands crawled up my thighs and his thumb stopped at my clit. “But I need to feel you come again while I fill you up. Come for me again, Vivi. All over my cock.”

His words were just dirty enough to get me going again or maybe it was his talented thumb rubbing a tornado over my clit until I shot off one more time. The deep strokes came faster and faster and then he was roaring my name and filling me with his come.

“Ah, Vivi! Fuck, Vivi!” He collapsed on top of me, panting. His big hard body felt good against mine, especially the way his cock twitched inside of me.

“That was amazing.”

“Yes, you are.”

We dozed off curled around each other, stars still swirling behind my eyes.

I was a coward, keeping my plan away from him until it was finalized. I trusted Jag, really, I did but I knew he would try to talk me out of it. The thing was, I was deathly afraid he just might do it.