Page 22 of Broken
“Touch me,” she begged.
He ran his fingers over her soaking wet snatch. Trembling with anticipation, she stared into his eyes.
“I brought you a favorite toy.” He slipped his other hand into his pocket and withdrew a small container.
Her face lit up with joy and he couldn’t help but crack a smile. Most women liked flowers, Jack liked the cock ring.
“I wish I never had to move away,” she whispered. “Time to get you naked.”
With her gaze cemented on his, she worked quickly to help him out of his pants as he loosened his tie, pulled it over his head, and tugged off his dress shirt. Then, he unzipped her leather bra and tugged it away from her breasts.
He paused long enough to admire her beautiful tits and firm nipples. When he dipped down to suck, she grabbed his ass.
Her hard nibs plumped as he sucked on her tender flesh. One, then the other while her moans turned raspy.
“Fuck me,” she commanded. “And punish me for ghosting on you without saying goodbye. Punish me real good.”
Instead of getting on the bed, she knelt on the hard floor, raised her ass, and craned around.
He tugged off his boxer briefs, pulled a condom from his pants pocket, rolled it over his long, hard shaft, and knelt behind her. Then, he positioned himself at her opening.
“Here we go, baby.”
He tunneled inside her, the pleasure exploding through him while her throaty groan thundered in his ears. She was nice and tight, just the way he liked her. As he worked his way inside her, she urged him on.
“So, so good. Oh, Mac, yes, all the way in.”
He thrust and retreated again and again while she bucked against him. The friction, paired with her sexy ass, and cries of arousal, had him sprinting toward a release.
He grabbed her ponytail and tugged. She cried out. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
She started shuddering and crying out. “Yesssss, fuck, yessssss.” Her insides tightened around his cock as she cried out through her orgasm.
He thrust hard and fast as the ecstasy shot out of him. “Fuck, Jack, I’m coming so hard.”
Euphoria rushed through him, the orgasm sending glorious ecstasy racing through his sex-starved body.
She had given him a brief respite from the demons that haunted him night and day. He didn’t deserve it—he knew that—but for the few hours they’d spend together, he would cut himself a break from the mayhem that tormented his broken, angry soul.
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Jacqueline
Beingwith Mac turned her into a savage beast. It had been like that from the moment they met. He was beautiful, attentive, and so damn controlling. And the man fucked like a god. Being around him left her buzzing for days. She called it her “Mac high” and she craved him like a drug.
Tugging on her ponytail, he yanked her back to the moment. Then, he withdrew, and she hated that he’d pulled out. They always went fast and hard the first time, but then he’d slow things down and take care of her, as if she were his, as if he actually cared about her. But she wasn’t a fool. This was a kink club and they were sex partners, hooking up for a few hours. And tonight was like a one-off, a reunion, of sorts.
Her heart fell and she shoved out the thought. Turning to face him, she said, “More. I need more.”
Even in the dim light, his piercing blue-green eyes popped against his tanned face.
I could get lost in those eyes… so lost for days and days.
But Jacqueline was a realist, not a dreamer. They had one night together, and she was going to make the absolute most of it.
He stood, offered helping hands. Pausing, she admired his outstretched fingers, like a lifeline she didn’t realize she needed. When she placed her hands in his, another jolt of electricity powered through her. He pulled her up, then snaked his hands around her, anchoring one on her ass, the other on her back.
“What is it about you?” he murmured.
