Jack’s body was hard and muscled all over, chiseled and sleek in a beautiful, masculine way. His arms were heavy with muscle and vein-roped, his legs solid and proportionately well developed. His chest was the most perfect she’d ever seen, hard with muscle and sexy with a pelt of black hair that tapered downwards to his…
She wet her lips. This was the first look she’d had at his cock since the night in the tiki bar and lordy, lordy it looked even more impressive in good lighting. It was huge—long and thick. And rock hard.
For her
.
To hell with her worries. Tomorrow could take care of itself.
Kris could scarcely move because of the binds that held her hands suspended over her head. The black handcuffs were now secured to a lever behind the bed, keeping her arms thrust up and back so she couldn’t use them at all. Her breathing hitched when she saw Jack’s gaze roam over her thrust-up breasts. She shivered when, standing over her, he palmed one, rubbing his thumb over the extended nipple. “Jack,” she whispered.
He stilled, enjoying the sound of his name on her lips. “I like you like this, professor,” he murmured. “Tied up and waiting for me to fuck you.”
He came down on the bed then, settling his heavy body between her splayed thighs. On his knees, he ran his large, callused palms all over her body, feeling her everywhere, touching everything for as long and as leisurely as he wanted to.
By the time he’d had his fill of touching her, by the time his fingers started playing in her dark red pussy hair, Kris was so turned on she thought she’d die if he didn’t fuck her. “Please,” she moaned, arching her hips up. She groaned when his thumb began massaging her drenched clit. “Jack, please.”
His nostrils flared as he watched her body writhe beneath him. “I like it when you beg,” he growled. “Tell me who you want to fuck your cunt, sweetheart, and then I’ll think about it.”
“You,” she groaned, gasping when his other hand tweaked a stiff nipple.
“Say my name.”
“Jack McKenna,” she breathed out unhesitatingly. She shivered when he thrust one finger inside of her and slowly began pushing it in and out of her. “I want Jack McKenna to fuck me,” she said in a rush that sounded half hysterical.
“Anyone else, professor?” he asked arrogantly, bringing the hand that had been massaging her nipple down to her pussy to play with the clit. He continued fucking her with his other hand, adding a second finger to fill her tight cunt up with him.
“No! No other man,” she promised as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of having her pussy played in and with. “Jack, please,” she whimpered as she threw her hips at him again.
“Please.”
He rubbed her clit fast and furiously, inducing her to gasp. “Come on, baby,” he gritted out, his erection stiff and ready for her. “Cum for daddy.”
Kris’ eyes flew open at his words, the sound of them much more arousing than they ever would have been coming from Lauren. Jack was just as kinky as the Frenchman and she loved it. “Oh god,” she said loudly on a groan, spreading her legs as wide as they could go to give him full access to her drenched flesh.
“I’m coming.”
She burst on a loud moan that would have sounded tortured to anyone not present in the room to witness her pleasure. Her nipples immediately stiffened to the point of aching as blood rushed up to heat her face and erogenous zones.
“Oh god,”
she continued to groan as she frantically thrust her hips at him, wanting impaled deeper and harder on his fingers.
Jack abruptly stopped finger fucking her, causing her eyes to fly open. She glowered at him.
He grunted. “Don’t glare at me, baby,” he growled as he settled his heavy body on top of hers. He palmed her breasts, his thumbs running over the stiff nipples until she was gasping again. “I need to fuck your sweet cunt.”
He’d never write Hallmark cards, but good lord the man did things to her with words alone that no man had previously been able to accomplish with his hands. “Then fuck me,” she whispered. She began thrashing her hands inside of her bindings, wanting out of them. “I need to touch you,” she said in a rush. “Please…”
His jaw clenched as he sank his cock balls-deep into her pussy, his teeth gritting when he saw her gasp, saw her head fall back submissively onto the pillows. “That’s right, baby,” he said thickly as he slowly thrust in and out of her suctioning flesh. “Just lay there and enjoy it. Daddy will do all the work.”
Her lips parted slightly on a sigh, the feel of his cock ramming in and out of her pussy coupled with his kinky words highly arousing. She’d never before considered how a single word could cause a woman’s clit to pulse and perspiration to dot her brow, but that’s exactly what Jack’s constant referencing to himself as a forbidden father figure did to her.
Kris moaned, her eyes closing as he picked up the pace and began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her.
“Look at me,” he gritted out, sinking balls-deep into her cunt over and over again. She could hear her flesh enveloping him, hear the sound of protest it made on his upstrokes, trying to suction his cock back in, not wanting him to leave.
Still moaning softly, her eyes flicked open and her gaze clashed with his.
“Good girl,” he murmured. His jaw was tight, the vein on his neck prominent. “Your pussy feels so good,” he said hoarsely as he kept up the steady, even thrusts. He rotated his hips and slammed into her, causing her to gasp. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Krissy, so get used to feeling me inside of you.”
“Jack, please,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around his hips. She felt half crazed because of the bindings, the urge to touch him overwhelming. “Harder,” she begged.
He wanted to slow down, to show her who held the power in their lovemaking as any master would, but in that moment all he could think of was getting deeper and deeper inside of her, of ramming his cock in and out of the sticky, wet flesh he’d coveted for two agonizingly long years.
Jack groaned, his eyelids heavy as he sank fully into her, again and again and again. He fucked her harder and faster, his teeth gritting as their flesh slapped together and the scent of their combined perspiration and arousal reached his nostrils.
Kris’ head fell back on a moan, her eyes still open. She noticed the ceiling for the first time…and the mirror that gleamed overhead. The sight of his buttocks clenching as he sank into her cunt, the visual image of having a heavily muscled man’s body covering hers while her hands were secured above her head so she couldn’t move—
The sight of Jack McKenna fucking Dr. Kris Torrence…
“Oh god,”
she groaned as she watched Jack ram himself inside of her, as she watched his steely buttocks clench and contract, over and over, again and again. He rotated his hips and slammed into her hard, thrusting faster and deeper, growling as he fucked her.
“Jack.”
Her eyes closed on a wail that sounded half delirious and half pleasurous. Her body began to tremble as he mounted her impossibly harder, slamming into her flesh with animalistic thrusts. Her nipples stabbed up into his chest, the friction his chest hair provided her undoing.
“Oh my god.”
Kris broke on a loud moan, her lower body shaking as she convulsed beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her belly. She frantically threw her hips back at him, gluttonously wanting fucked harder while she came.
“Krissy,” Jack gritted out as he squeezed her body tighter to his and gave her the hard pummeling she wanted. He surged faster and faster, sinking deeper and harder into her suctioning flesh, his eyes closing in a state of near delirium as his orgasm drew closer.
“My pussy,”
he growled.
“All mine.”
Jack followed her into orgasm, bursting on a loud groan, his teeth gritting as he spurted his cum deep inside of her. He kept up the mad thrusting, fucking her like an animal, moaning as his balls were drained of seed.
He came for what felt like hours, but realistically could have been only mere seconds, the need to be as close as possible to the woman laying beneath him as foreign a feeling as it was overwhelming.
“Krissy,” he murmured as he slowly came down from his high, as his thrusts gradually winded down, becoming softer and softer. “Krissy,” he said as his eyes opened, and he saw the face of the woman who had haunted his fantasies for two solid years.
Jack threaded both sets of callused fingers through her hair, further securing her to him. His dark gaze roamed over her face, at last coming to rest at her eyes.
They stared at each other in silence for a protracted moment, both of them too affected and too exhausted to speak. But finally, Kris’ eyes gentled and she whispered, “I need to touch you, Jack. Please let me touch you.”
His nostrils flared as he stared down at her. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, professor,” he murmured, “but it’s scaring the shit out of me.”
With those cryptic words he reached up and released the lever, allowing her arms and hands freedom of movement, wanting to be touched by her as much as she wanted to touch him.
When her hands found his back and she began to softly stroke him, his tense muscles relaxed. Breathing her scent in deeply, he lowered his face against her neck and, still buried inside of her, fell fast asleep.
When Kris awoke the next afternoon, it was to the feel of Jack’s hard cock sinking into her flesh from behind. He’d taken her that way once before, an hour or so after he’d fallen asleep on top of her last night. He’d sunk into her from behind, again and again, oblivious to anything besides fucking her.
After that he’d fed her food, just as he’d promised he would. Or more to the point, she had fed him food. Jack had laid himself out on the bed, all sprawled out like the king of the castle, while she reclined next to him and fed him whatever he wanted. Occasionally he’d order her to pop her nipple into his mouth, or to massage his balls, or something else of a sexual nature, but for the most part they’d just talked and ate.
When the meal was over, he’d gazed down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, and murmured that he wanted sucked off again. She’d immediately complied, by then more because she wanted as many memories of him as she could make to take home with her than because she was giving him what he’d paid for. He’d readily accepted his due, arrogantly lounging on his back with his hands behind his head as she’d sucked him off until he came on a soft groan and fell asleep.
Jack had woken up a few hours later, hornier than hell and wanting more of everything. He’d played with her body in the bed, doing everything and anything he wanted to do to her, his touches arrogant and possessive. He’d sucked on her nipples, played in her pussy, blindfolded and handcuffed her while he’d fucked her every which way imaginable. He’d taken her standing up and sitting down, from the rear and from the front, eventually spewing inside of her while they did it doggy.
He’d taken her so many times and in so many positions that Kris had begun to wonder how the hell one man could cum so much. She had also begun to wonder if maybe, just maybe, Jack was doing his damnedest to store up memories of her too.
She’d fallen asleep hoping, but never really believing it. And now, several hours later, she was given no time to contemplate her thoughts, for Jack was busily mounting her again.
Laying on her belly, his large hands cupping her breasts beneath her, he was thrusting in and out of her with leisurely strokes, appreciative
mmmm
sounds sexily erupting from his throat.
She wiggled her butt to let him know she was awake.
“Mmm,” Jack purred, his face coming down closer to her ear. “Get up on your knees and do that for me, baby.”
Kris semi-complied, teasing him by rearing her hips up just a bit, but otherwise staying on her belly.
“You want spanked?” he growled as he sat up, his cock leaving her flesh with a suctioning sound. He whacked her on the butt, just enough to make the skin there tingle. “Hell, you probably do,” he muttered. “You begged me to do it last night.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder and chuckled, a dimple popping out on either cheek. He studied her dimples broodingly, his hands massaging her ass.
“Mmm,” she said dreamily, her eyes closing as she rested her face on her arm. “That feels so nice.”
He grunted. “Some sex slave you’re turning out to be. I think we need to reverse positions here.”
She grinned, her eyes still closed. “Well, seeing as how you spent nine thousand dollars to be sexually catered to for two more days, you’re probably right.”
Jack stilled. “Two more days,” he muttered. He said something else under his breath, but it was incoherent.
Kris’ eyes opened. Her brow wrinkled. “Did you say something?” she asked throatily, her voice still groggy from slumber.
“What? No,” he grumbled. He took a deep breath, then changed the subject by whacking her on the butt again. She yelped. “On your knees, professor. I want your face down and your ass up.” He ran a callused palm over the red spot on her buttocks that his small spanking had made. “You know it’s my favorite position,” he murmured.
The arousal in his voice immediately aroused her as well. She drew up to her knees, her flesh already wetting for him again, and did as he’d instructed her to do—ass up, face down.
With no preliminaries, Jack sank into her on a groan. “Oh shit,” he muttered, grabbing her hips as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her from behind. “I love how your pussy is always wet and ready for me.”
And she loved how perfect he felt inside of her, how beautiful and desirable he made her feel. Jack looked at her and touched her as though he couldn’t get enough of her, as though she was the only woman he wanted. Even during the initial wild days of the excursion, she’d never seen his eyes straying toward another woman. A bunch of gorgeous, naked women had been strolling around ready and willing, but his sole focus had been on obtaining her.
Kris felt tears gathering in her eyes and blinked them away. There would be time for wallowing in self-pity when she returned to San Francisco—plenty of time in fact. But this time was for Jack, and for creating as many memories of him as she could.
She roughly threw her hips back at him, arching her ass up as high as it could go.
Jack purred, his fingers digging into her hips. “You want it hard, professor?” he asked arrogantly. She was certain if she could see him his jaw would be clenched. “Well so do I,” he growled.
He took her like an animal then, pistoning in and out of her flesh in deep, hard, fast strokes, groaning while his hands held onto her hips. His teeth gritted as he rode her hard, as he sank again and again into her welcoming cunt. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room, the scent of their combined arousal permeated the air.
“Jack,” she moaned, throwing her hips at him faster. “Deeper—harder,” she panted. She couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted, just knew that she needed him to impale her as hard and as fast and as deep as was humanly possible, or maybe humanly impossible.
“Come on, baby,” he gritted out, surging inside of her again and again. “Throw that pussy at me.”
He went wild on her, pummeling her animalistically from behind, groaning as he felt his orgasm draw near. “Shit,” he muttered, unable to hold it back, wanting to wait for Krissy to come first. But the need to spurt inside of her was overwhelming.
Jack’s eyes closed tightly, the vein in his neck bulging, as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. He sank into her balls-deep, once, twice, three times more, then, teeth gritting, groaned as he spurted his cum deep inside of her.
She kept throwing her hips back at him, draining him while he growled. “Give me all of your cum, Jack,” she moaned, loving that she had this affect on him. “All of it.”
He did. And she felt sexy because of it.
“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly as he came down from the high, a surly tone of voice she’d finally come to understand was just how Jack was and not meant to be mean to her. He stroked in and out a few times more to completely drain himself. “I need to rest for a few minutes,” he said tiredly.
Kris smiled when his heavy body possessively covered hers, his massive arms coming around to either side of her head to rest as he pressed her torso down with his larger one. “I don’t mind,” she whispered in all honesty. “I just like laying here with you like this.”
He grunted, an arrogant sound that made her grin. “Me too,” he grumbled.
Five minutes later, he was snoring contentedly. And Kris was wondering if maybe, just maybe, surreality and reality could become one.
If the Whos down in Who-ville and the Grinch could work things out, then maybe Dr. Kris Torrence and Jack McKenna could too.
* * * * *
By the time their last night together arrived, Kris was certain that even Jack could feel their impending separation. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight, practically wouldn’t even let her out of the bed.
They made love and they talked, they drank expensive wine and ate expensive food. But mostly they made love. Even when Jack wasn’t penetrating her, he was still fondling her, or instructing her to fondle him.
“Massage my balls while you feed me,” he murmured. His head fell back on the oversized padded chair they were lounging together on, his eyes closing in fatigue. He grunted arrogantly when he felt her hand cup his balls and begin to gently knead them.
Kris massaged his tight sac with one hand and popped pieces of prime rib into his mouth with the other.
“Mmmm,” Jack purred, his eyes remaining closed as he chewed on the steak.
She grinned, wondering if the appreciative sound was due to the food or the fondling. She knew, of course, it was a combination of both. “I agree,” she murmured. “It’s an excellent cut of beef.” She drew the hand that was massaging his tight balls up to his erection long enough to squeeze it.
Jack opened one eye. “Witch,” he muttered. He closed his eye, enjoying the feel of her hand when she resumed massaging his scrotum. “You’ve been draining me left and right and still want more,” he teased, sounding his usual arrogant and surly self.
“And more and more and more.”
His dark eyes opened and found hers. “Then what are you waiting for, baby?” he murmured. “Climb into daddy’s lap.”
Kris bit her lip. Damn if he didn’t get her wet every time he referred to himself in such a wicked way…
She turned herself around so she straddled his lap, one of her hands coming up to rest on his shoulder, the other one grabbing his thick shaft by the base. She guided the tip of his cock to the entrance of her flesh, groaning when she sank down onto him, fully impaling his shaft within her.
“Mmm yeah,” he purred.
Jack reached for her breasts, softly stroking them with the backs of his callused hands as she rode him slowly, tenderly. Neither one of them were in the mood for a fast and furious mating, but rather for a slow and seductive lovemaking session.
“You feel so good,” Jack said thickly, his eyelids heavy. “Your pussy feels like it was made for me.” He buried his face into her chest, drew a nipple into his mouth, and suckled it.
Kris closed her eyes and hugged him tightly while she slowly, rhythmically, rode up and down his cock. Those damn tears were stinging the backs of her eyes again and she refused to let them fall.
For now, for this glorious moment in time, Jack McKenna belonged to her. Somehow, it would have to be enough.
Something emotional inside of her broke, some spring that uncoiled and demanded she live for the moment and take as many memories as she could with her. She withdrew her nipple from his mouth and rode him hard then, bobbing up and down on his lap, impaling herself with his cock faster and deeper.
“Krissy,” he said hoarsely, his hands reaching around to palm and knead her buttocks. “Oh god, Krissy.”
Kris rode him frantically, desperately, never wanting the moment to end. She moaned and groaned as she sank down onto him, greedily wanting his cock buried inside of her as deep as it could go.
When it was over, when Jack shouted out his satisfaction and came, she watched the way his teeth gritted, memorized the way his jaw clenched…
And knew that as long as she lived she’d never see a more beautiful sight than Jack coming inside of her.