“Yes. Oh yes, please,” Keely whispered, spreading her thighs to accommodate him as he poised his randy cock at her opening. He thrust into her sex vault, jamming his cock several times into her pussy before she was able to take him to the hilt. She groaned as he pumped into her, her fingertips digging into his shoulder. “You feel so
good, Jack. Just…amazing...”
She trembled beneath him. He flattened his palms on either side of her head and raised himself up. “Will you come for me, sweetheart, while I watch your face in the moonlight?”
She nodded. He drew her hand down to her pussy. Her eyes widened.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered, and loved the soft little moans coming from her lips as she stroked her fingers over and around her luscious wet slit while he moved his hips and gunned in and out of her body.
Pleasure. Desire. His body seethed with hot, animal lust. He breached his cock to the hilt in her sweet, tight heat, hell-bent on complete possession of her body, her mind, her everything…
“I love those sounds you make,” he growled softly, kissing her ear as she writhed and gasped beneath him.
He’d held back as long as he could, but her scent, her sounds, the way she felt, her creamy cunt and slender thighs wrapped so sexy and snug around him broke the floodgates.
Keely’s hips thrust up to meet him. Jack came and came and came, groaning with unabashed pleasure as he lost himself, his mind, his heart, inside her slick body
Her pussy milked him of his juices as she came, her walls contracting around him tightly as he surrendered and collapsed in her arms.
They lay there for several minutes, limbs jumbled silkily around each other.
Jack reached up and touched her forehead, her cheek, her skin damp with perspiration.
“I’ll never forget this night, Jack,” she whispered. “I’ll never forget what you did for me tonight. You gave me my identity back, and I won’t hold you to anything you said in the heat of the moment.”
He frowned, not liking her words. It made him nervous, and he didn’t like to feel nervous. He shifted his weight off of her, discarding the condom before turning and cradling her close. “The night’s just beginning, Keely.”
She nodded, and the movement sent a faint swish of her floral fragrance up to his nose.
“I won’t hold you to anything you said to get back at your ex. I know you didn’t mean it,” she added with obvious distress.
He smiled. “You did look adorably confused once or twice. But I meant what I said.”
“Which was what…exactly?” she asked, sounding adorably confused. But he knew what she was hinting at, what she wanted to know seemed clear as crystal to him.
“That I am your future husband. I’m just not sure who I want to propose to, yet. Keely or Lei,” he teased. “And by the way, you’re fired.”
“Ohhh…” Keely buried her head in his shoulder, kissing the skin next to her mouth. Jack felt the love and happiness pour out of her and fill him. “Fucked then fired by the man I love-all in forty-seven minutes. You so know how to treat a woman, Jack.”
He cupped her breast. “I can’t work with you around,” he groaned apologetically. “I can’t even accept your two weeks’ notice. We’d never get anything done. I’ll find you a job—”
Keely laughed. “And I’ll find your replacement secretary.”
He chuckled. “I bet she’ll be a sweet young thing, like you.”
She gazed at him and smiled. “You don’t have to find me a job, Jack. I’m very employable. But I don’t want a boss with benefits, just the love of a lifetime.” Jack ravaged her lips with his hungry mouth. “You got it, sweetheart. I want you as my woman and, most of all, I want for you to be the beautiful person that you are, with nothing to hide, nothing to
be ashamed of. Ever. Is that okay with you?”
Keely nodded, loving him for caring. Jack’s promise of a future melted her. And, he’d given her the best revenge…being loved.
She drowned in his hard male beauty as he lounged back on the chaise—the strong curve of his jaw, his virile shoulders. Her gaze drifted lower, flooding her senses with lust, and love overload. She noted that his cock was already rock-hard and ready to go. He must have seen the hunger in her eyes, known by the way she licked her lips that she wanted all of him again. He handed her a condom and she fit it over his jutting penis, her hands clumsy with excitement.
After sheathing him, she traced her palms up along his waist, his chest, savoring the warm satin texture of his skin, arranging her body over his until her pussy poised above his full-blown erection. She planted her hands flat on his chest and oh so lazily inched her pussy down his cock.
Jack grabbed her by her shoulders and as his mouth seized, then suckled, on the rosy bud of her breast, Keely whispered, “Anything you want, Mr. Sloane. Anything at all.”