the lace before dipping two fingers inside. It was all I could do to not pull a repeat of last night and push him against the car and fuck him senseless again. This time I knew he was enjoying the control.
He lifted me off the counter, and I placed my feet down carefully before he spun me around, flipped up the material of my skirt, and gave my exposed backside a slap.
“Oh, my . . .” I gasped as he smoothed a hand over the area he’d just hit before placing a smack to the other cheek. “Ah,” I cried out. He then got to his knees and pressed kisses to both cheeks as his fingers tugged down my panties. His tongue ran along my skin, from the top of my hips, to the round globe of my ass, and finally along the wetness that was already trailing down my thigh.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured as he licked his way up my inner thigh and along the seams of my wet opening. “So fucking beautiful.” I pressed my palms against the counter to steady myself.
“Mack,” I moaned. “Please.” My plea coming out as a whimper. While the torture was divine, I really needed to feel him inside of me.
“What do you want, baby?” His voice was husky as he continued to swirl his tongue around every place except where I needed him the most.
“You. I want you. Inside of me. Now.”
“Anything you want, Jonna. You can have anything you want from me.” My heart lurched, and I forced myself not to think about what he could mean by those words. All I wanted, and the only thing I needed, was him.
I heard him push down his pants, and when his warm thighs were against mine, he lifted my hips higher. I arched my back as he rubbed the head of his erection along my opening, and I tried to push myself back onto him. The wait was agonizing as he pushed in a few inches and then pulled out. He did this twice more, going a little deeper each time, but not fully to the place I desperately wanted him.
“Please, Mack. Harder,” I begged. “I want all of you.”
“Then take it.” He grabbed my hips and plunged all the way in. I grabbed ahold of the counter and screamed. It seemed impossible to feel this needy for him, but I couldn’t get enough. My inner muscles clenched down tightly on his cock. I held myself steady while he pumped into me. His pace was hard and measured as if he knew just where to stop, which way to move his hips to make sure I felt him with every movement, and in every place that ached for him. Release found me rather quickly, and I didn’t even try to prolong it. I came hard and fast, my muscles clenching tightly around him, ringing out every blissful sensation. Mack rested his front against my back as he groaned and stiffened behind me with my name falling from his lips over and over.
I turned around and stared at him. His eyes were lazy and his expression relaxed. It was the way he always looked after sex, and I loved it.
“That look.” He pulled me to him and brushed my curls behind my ear as he stared into my eyes.
“What look?” I asked meeting his gaze. I didn’t know I had a look, too.
“That one where you look at me like”—he paused and turned his head away—“like I’m somethin’ special.” He shifted his eyes to stare at the wall behind me.
“But you are, Mack.”
When he looked back, I could see he wanted to believe me. His lips turned up at one corner, then he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. I let out a long sigh and allowed my body to melt into his. When the kissed ended so did that moment we’d just had. He became slightly withdrawn as he stepped back to zip up his pants.
“Are you hungry?” I blinked several times and tried to focus on his question. I actually was hungry, and as if on cue, my stomach growled.
Mack chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” When I nodded, he grabbed my hand and guided me out of the garage.
Chapter Thirteen
We didn’t put Mack’s new kitchen to use; there wasn’t anything in his refrigerator except beer and
He lifted me off the counter, and I placed my feet down carefully before he spun me around, flipped up the material of my skirt, and gave my exposed backside a slap.
“Oh, my . . .” I gasped as he smoothed a hand over the area he’d just hit before placing a smack to the other cheek. “Ah,” I cried out. He then got to his knees and pressed kisses to both cheeks as his fingers tugged down my panties. His tongue ran along my skin, from the top of my hips, to the round globe of my ass, and finally along the wetness that was already trailing down my thigh.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured as he licked his way up my inner thigh and along the seams of my wet opening. “So fucking beautiful.” I pressed my palms against the counter to steady myself.
“Mack,” I moaned. “Please.” My plea coming out as a whimper. While the torture was divine, I really needed to feel him inside of me.
“What do you want, baby?” His voice was husky as he continued to swirl his tongue around every place except where I needed him the most.
“You. I want you. Inside of me. Now.”
“Anything you want, Jonna. You can have anything you want from me.” My heart lurched, and I forced myself not to think about what he could mean by those words. All I wanted, and the only thing I needed, was him.
I heard him push down his pants, and when his warm thighs were against mine, he lifted my hips higher. I arched my back as he rubbed the head of his erection along my opening, and I tried to push myself back onto him. The wait was agonizing as he pushed in a few inches and then pulled out. He did this twice more, going a little deeper each time, but not fully to the place I desperately wanted him.
“Please, Mack. Harder,” I begged. “I want all of you.”
“Then take it.” He grabbed my hips and plunged all the way in. I grabbed ahold of the counter and screamed. It seemed impossible to feel this needy for him, but I couldn’t get enough. My inner muscles clenched down tightly on his cock. I held myself steady while he pumped into me. His pace was hard and measured as if he knew just where to stop, which way to move his hips to make sure I felt him with every movement, and in every place that ached for him. Release found me rather quickly, and I didn’t even try to prolong it. I came hard and fast, my muscles clenching tightly around him, ringing out every blissful sensation. Mack rested his front against my back as he groaned and stiffened behind me with my name falling from his lips over and over.
I turned around and stared at him. His eyes were lazy and his expression relaxed. It was the way he always looked after sex, and I loved it.
“That look.” He pulled me to him and brushed my curls behind my ear as he stared into my eyes.
“What look?” I asked meeting his gaze. I didn’t know I had a look, too.
“That one where you look at me like”—he paused and turned his head away—“like I’m somethin’ special.” He shifted his eyes to stare at the wall behind me.
“But you are, Mack.”
When he looked back, I could see he wanted to believe me. His lips turned up at one corner, then he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. I let out a long sigh and allowed my body to melt into his. When the kissed ended so did that moment we’d just had. He became slightly withdrawn as he stepped back to zip up his pants.
“Are you hungry?” I blinked several times and tried to focus on his question. I actually was hungry, and as if on cue, my stomach growled.
Mack chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” When I nodded, he grabbed my hand and guided me out of the garage.
Chapter Thirteen
We didn’t put Mack’s new kitchen to use; there wasn’t anything in his refrigerator except beer and
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