together, she ached to go the distance with him. Ached to feel the stretch of his cock in her ass before she broke. Delight in his presence as he tunneled up that secret passage she’d never allowed a man access to…until now.
But the bliss of his thrusts was too overwhelming, the intensity of his commitment to her too enthralling. The pressure of his fingers proved too provocative. She couldn’t contain the excitement that built and expanded. Couldn’t stop the orgasm that washed over her.
He howled a low howl of pain and held himself rigid as she climaxed. Let her ride her release without giving in to his own. And ride it she did, calling out his name, shuddering beneath him.
The tremors seemed to last forever, the euphoria taking her to even higher planes. And when the orgasm subsided, Garreth wasted not a moment. He withdrew from her pussy and ass, lined his cock up with her anus and pushed ever so slowly inside.
The carnal, illicit action was too much. Emotional and physical overload. Half parts extreme gratification, half parts stinging pain.
Jenna cried out.
With a soft growl Garreth pushed deeper, seating himself fully in her dark tunnel. “Play with your clit,” he murmured. “Pleasure yourself. Give me everything.”
She did, and the gratification was so intense, her muscles contracted, trapping him inside her, clasping him tight then releasing him, squeezing him, relaxing.
He eased in and out of her ass, moaning her name.
Full. Dear God, she’d never been as full. Never indulged in anything this debauched before. Never knew pain could bring such pleasure.
She loved every second of it. She loved Garreth for leading her here. For introducing her to a world she’d always been too repressed to explore. She told him as much, whispered her love and her thanks.
His response? He lost control completely. He slammed into her from behind, filling her with strokes harder and wilder than any she could have comprehended.
Her body, utterly electrified by his thrusts and just a little shocked by the vigor of his passion, reached stimulation overload. When Garreth stroked into her one last time and came with a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing repeatedly in her ass, Jenna exploded. Tremors crashed over her, blinded her, the pleasure a thick cloud around her senses.
And when that pleasure slowly ebbed away, and Garreth collapsed in a heap beside her, his arms possessively clutching her tight, Jenna knew, with that bone deep sense of knowing, that now she’d been this open, this dirty with Garreth, she could never go back. Never wanted to go back.
She wanted to spend every minute of the rest of her life with him, being just as open. Just as dirty. Just as passionate. Just as loving.
And now she could.
Chapter Eight
“You tie knots like a pussy.”
Jackson looked up from the breakfast nook in the kitchen and grinned. “Good morning to you too.”
“I should nail your ass to the wall for that stunt.” Garreth ran a hand through his wet hair, thinking about Jenna, whom he’d left in the shower not five minutes ago.
Jack nodded. “Or you could just thank me.”
“You came at me from behind, you coward.”
Jackson had the audacity to laugh out loud. “’Course I did. You’re bigger than me, mate. Wasn’t about to take a chance, now was I?”
Garreth snorted. “Like I said, you’re a pussy.”
“Nah, you said I tie knots like a pussy. Which I don’t, by the way. I’m an expert.”
“An expert would have done a better job of keeping me tied up.”
“True,” Jack agreed. “If he’d wanted you to stay tied up.”
“You expected me to escape.” Garreth smacked his head at the realization.
“I wasn’t about to let my sister remain bound like that for hours on end, now was I?”
“You set me up,” he accused, although there was no heat in his voice.
“Then we’re even. You set me up. Might have pissed me off in the beginning, but it ended well. Very well indeed.”
Garreth shook his
But the bliss of his thrusts was too overwhelming, the intensity of his commitment to her too enthralling. The pressure of his fingers proved too provocative. She couldn’t contain the excitement that built and expanded. Couldn’t stop the orgasm that washed over her.
He howled a low howl of pain and held himself rigid as she climaxed. Let her ride her release without giving in to his own. And ride it she did, calling out his name, shuddering beneath him.
The tremors seemed to last forever, the euphoria taking her to even higher planes. And when the orgasm subsided, Garreth wasted not a moment. He withdrew from her pussy and ass, lined his cock up with her anus and pushed ever so slowly inside.
The carnal, illicit action was too much. Emotional and physical overload. Half parts extreme gratification, half parts stinging pain.
Jenna cried out.
With a soft growl Garreth pushed deeper, seating himself fully in her dark tunnel. “Play with your clit,” he murmured. “Pleasure yourself. Give me everything.”
She did, and the gratification was so intense, her muscles contracted, trapping him inside her, clasping him tight then releasing him, squeezing him, relaxing.
He eased in and out of her ass, moaning her name.
Full. Dear God, she’d never been as full. Never indulged in anything this debauched before. Never knew pain could bring such pleasure.
She loved every second of it. She loved Garreth for leading her here. For introducing her to a world she’d always been too repressed to explore. She told him as much, whispered her love and her thanks.
His response? He lost control completely. He slammed into her from behind, filling her with strokes harder and wilder than any she could have comprehended.
Her body, utterly electrified by his thrusts and just a little shocked by the vigor of his passion, reached stimulation overload. When Garreth stroked into her one last time and came with a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing repeatedly in her ass, Jenna exploded. Tremors crashed over her, blinded her, the pleasure a thick cloud around her senses.
And when that pleasure slowly ebbed away, and Garreth collapsed in a heap beside her, his arms possessively clutching her tight, Jenna knew, with that bone deep sense of knowing, that now she’d been this open, this dirty with Garreth, she could never go back. Never wanted to go back.
She wanted to spend every minute of the rest of her life with him, being just as open. Just as dirty. Just as passionate. Just as loving.
And now she could.
Chapter Eight
“You tie knots like a pussy.”
Jackson looked up from the breakfast nook in the kitchen and grinned. “Good morning to you too.”
“I should nail your ass to the wall for that stunt.” Garreth ran a hand through his wet hair, thinking about Jenna, whom he’d left in the shower not five minutes ago.
Jack nodded. “Or you could just thank me.”
“You came at me from behind, you coward.”
Jackson had the audacity to laugh out loud. “’Course I did. You’re bigger than me, mate. Wasn’t about to take a chance, now was I?”
Garreth snorted. “Like I said, you’re a pussy.”
“Nah, you said I tie knots like a pussy. Which I don’t, by the way. I’m an expert.”
“An expert would have done a better job of keeping me tied up.”
“True,” Jack agreed. “If he’d wanted you to stay tied up.”
“You expected me to escape.” Garreth smacked his head at the realization.
“I wasn’t about to let my sister remain bound like that for hours on end, now was I?”
“You set me up,” he accused, although there was no heat in his voice.
“Then we’re even. You set me up. Might have pissed me off in the beginning, but it ended well. Very well indeed.”
Garreth shook his
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