by Marni Mann
“I just came again,” Anna whispered from behind me.
“Yay!” Lucy shouted, her eyes immediately shifting over to me. “Mommy, I can go, right?”
She was still processing that Jack was her father. At some point, I was sure she’d stop asking me permission to do things with him. And, eventually, for day-to-day decisions, she’d ask the both of us. It would just take time.
“Of course you can, baby,” I told her. “Jack and I will be back in the morning, and that’s when he’ll take you. Anna will be here to help you get dressed.”
“Yippee!” Her arms went around Jack’s neck, and she gave him the biggest hug.
He kissed her on the cheek and said, “Have fun with Anna tonight.”
“Thanks, Jack,” she said, releasing him.
I held out my arms, and she pushed off his lap and rushed to me, holding me so tightly. “Baby, be good for Anna tonight. Jack and I will see you in the morning.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
I kissed her cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
As Lucy started to move away from me, Anna said, “We have pizza to order and cookie sandwiches to make. Who’s ready?”
“I am!” Lucy sang.
I gave Jack a signal that told him it was time to go, and he stood from the couch and made his way over to me. As Anna brought Lucy into the kitchen, we waved good-bye to them and slipped out the door.
“That little girl has me wrapped right around her finger,” he said, his hand on my lower back, the other one making sure the handle was locked.
“Yes, she does, but it’s adorable.”
We weren’t more than a few steps down the hall when he grabbed me by the waist, turned me toward him, and pushed my back against the wall.
“I’ve been waiting too long to do this.” His lips crashed against mine, and I was filled with his scent.
God, I’d missed it.
And his lips.
And his touch.
And the way my body responded every time his hands were on me.
I moaned as his fingers moved up my sides and around my back.
“You feel so good; I don’t know if we’re going to make it to the bar. I might just take you back to my place instead.”
He still wanted me. Nothing had changed.
I closed my eyes and felt that bit of worry begin to leave my body.
Still, I knew we couldn’t go straight to his place, so I gently poked his chest and said, “Getting all of your friends together has kind of been a nightmare. We cannot reschedule on them.”
He ducked his face into my neck and kissed down to my collarbone. “They’ll understand.”
My head pushed back, and I sighed from the wetness that was already starting to pool between my legs. “Jack, we’re going.”
“Fine, but only for a little while,” he murmured. “And then…” He squeezed my ass so hard. When he lightened his grip, I expected him to move to a different part of my body. But he didn’t. He slapped the spot he had just clutched, and he growled, “This is mine tonight.”
31
Jack
Since the moment we’d shown up at the club in South Beach, my friends hadn’t left Samantha alone. Max was completely charmed by her, and I had a feeling that, whenever James and Eve and Scarlett were all in town, the four women would be having a girls’ night.
It made me so fucking happy to see how well she fit in, especially because I knew how apprehensive she had been. What she soon learned about my friends was that they didn’t give a shit about her past. They didn’t judge her for her mistakes. They accepted her for who she was now, and they loved her.
Once Samantha, Eve, James, Scarlett, and Vince had gone to the dance floor, which was at least thirty minutes ago, Max and Brett hadn’t been able to stop talking about her. They were asking even more questions about Lucy.
They wanted to meet her, and tonight, they were pushing hard for it.
I needed to talk to Samantha about doing a dinner at my condo where everyone came to us. But, right now, all I could think about was burying my cock inside her.
That fucking thought got interrupted when Brett said, “I’m going to need you guys to get fitted for your tuxes soon.”
“I didn’t know you’d picked a date,” I said.
“We’re getting closer to securing one. We’re just trying to work it in between James’s filming schedule.”
“She’s fully booked?” Max asked.
“You have no fucking idea. Everyone wants her.”
“Every time James mentions Eve’s name in an interview, she lands more celebrity clients. That girl is blowing up, too.”
“That just means more time away from Miami,” Brett said.
Max didn’t respond, so I said, “Thank fuck I don’t have that problem.”
“Nah, but you’ve got two girls to make happy, and that comes with its own set of problems.”
I laughed and glanced out toward the dance floor, seeing Samantha wedged between James and Scarlett. Vince was behind Scarlett, and Eve was just to the side of them.
I shot back the rest of my scotch and set the empty glass on the table. She’d met them, and she’d danced. Now, it was time I had her all to myself.
“I’m going to grab Samantha, and we’re out of here.”
Max held out his fist, and I pounded it. “We’ll see you at the office on Monday.”
I did the same to Brett’s fist. “You got it, buddy.”
I made my way out of the VIP area and went to the dance floor, carefully weaving around the crowd. With Samantha’s back to me, she didn’t see me approach, but she felt me the second I wrapped my arms around her waist and put my lips on her neck.
“Mmm,” I growled. “You look so fucking hot right now.”
Her hands went to my arm, holding me in place, and she turned her head to kiss me. I took her mouth in the roughest way, and her body ground against mine.
Knowing how my lips affected her made my dick even harder.
I pushed my cock into her, so she could feel what she was doing to me. Then, I leaned into her neck again and said, “It’s time to go.”
She gave me the sexiest look as I slipped back a few inches. “It definitely feels that way.”
“Girls,” Samantha said, getting their attention, “Jack is dragging me home, but I had such a blast with all of you.”
“Nooo,” James cried, giving Samantha a hug. “You can’t leave us.”
“Girl, we’re having dinner in a few weeks once I get back to Miami,” Eve said when it was her turn to embrace Samantha.
“Yes,” Scarlett agreed, hugging her last, “dinner is a must.”
Samantha kissed Vince on the cheek, and he said, “It was great to meet you. Even if you are Shawn Cole’s sister.”
We both laughed, and then I escorted her toward the back of the club where there was an exit that led to the parking lot.
“Did you have fun?” I asked as we got outside.
She smiled, chewing the corner of her lip. “I had the most incredible time.”
“Good.”
My gaze dropped down her body, at the strapless dress that hugged her gorgeous tits and her small waist and the best fucking ass.
I took her to the passenger side of my car and opened the door to help her inside. Once she was in, I slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car, shifting into first.
When my hand wasn’t on the gearshift, it was on her thigh. Her skin was hot. Tight. But it didn’t give me the heat I was after, so I went to search for it, dragging my fingers higher on her leg. My thumb then dipped below the hem of her dress, tracing a small pattern over her flesh.
“Samantha, I need you to do something for me.”
She took a breath that ended with the softest moan. “Okay.”
“I need you to shift when I tell you to.”
“Why?”
“Because I need one hand on the steering wheel while the other is in
side your cunt.”
“Jack…”
“Shift into third.”
She quickly reached across my arm, grabbing the gearstick and moving it like I’d asked her to.
My fingers climbed several inches higher, feeling the space widen as she spread her legs apart. “Now, go to second.” As I rose to the outside of her pussy, I expected to feel her panties.
There was nothing.
Just a bare pussy and a clit that needed me to rub it.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “Neutral. Shift right now.”
We were coming to a stop at the red light. Before the car completely slowed, my pointer finger traced around her entrance to wet the tip, and I slid right in.
“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Your hands.”
She’d missed them.
They’d missed her.
And she was about to get a hell of a lot more.
She slipped her other hand around my wrist, pushing me even deeper inside her. As I got further in, the back of her head leaned into the seat, exposing her entire neck, and her mouth opened.
The lights around the car lit up the skin on her chest and throat, and I could see every breath she took, every swallow she made. And, each time she gave me a moan, I drove in to my knuckle and back to the tip of my finger, the slickness of her pussy dripping down to my palm.
When I saw green, I said, “First. Go.”
Her head came off the cushion, and she put it into gear.
As I released the clutch, I gave her another finger. “Second.”
She shifted and groaned, “Jack…”
“Third,” I said, adding another, twisting my hand as I pulled back and again when I stroked in.
“Oh, shit.”
“Fourth.”
“I’m going to come.”
I pushed my palm against her clit, staying inside her, letting her ride this out.
And she did.
Her nails fucking stabbed my wrist as each shudder shot through her, her cunt clenching my goddamn fingers like she was trying to juice them.
When I felt her orgasm pass, I pulled my hand away and licked my fingers, so I wouldn’t soak the gearshift.
“You are…” she started, but her voice trailed off.
Each time I stuck my tongue out and swallowed, I felt her stare at me even harder. I didn’t look at her until we reached the next light. “I’m, what?”
“You are…everything? Let’s go with that. I don’t think I can form any other complete words yet.”
I laughed and gently set the tip of my thumb on her leg, grazing the outside of her thigh, feeling the goose bumps rise in every spot I touched. “Tell me something, Samantha. Are you on birth control?”
She nodded. “After what happened with Lucy, I’ve been getting the shot every three months.”
“Good, because I wasn’t excited about wearing a condom tonight.”
“I was going to tell you once you realized I wasn’t wearing any panties, but that happened before we got to your condo.”
“I couldn’t wait. I needed your pussy.”
“I love that about you.”
I turned my head straight and shifted into first, going slow toward the parking garage so that my car wouldn’t bottom out. When I drove into my spot by the elevator, I turned the engine off and went to her door, not even waiting for her to put her feet on the ground. I just reached inside and pulled her into my arms. I carried her through the entrance that led to my private elevator.
I waited for the door to open, and I pushed the PH button as soon as it did, lifting her dress so that she was able to straddle my waist. Then, I put her back against the wall and fucking devoured her lips.
She tore at my shirt, not bothering with the buttons, just tugging until each one popped off and hit the floor. Once it was fully open, she pulled it over my shoulders, and it fell from my arms. My belt and jeans followed, loosening both enough so that I was able to get them to my ankles, slipping out of my shoes at the same time.
Leaving the pile in the elevator, I moved her into my condo, finding the first surface to set her on. It turned out to be the dining room table. With her ass now resting against the glass top, I unzipped the back of her dress and slithered it down her body.
“Do you want me to keep these on?” She was talking about the spiked red heels on her feet.
“Fuck yes,” I barked.
I lifted her off the table, and my boxer briefs immediately dropped to the floor, my cock springing up, it was so fucking hard. I walked out of them and brought her to the nearest wall. Her hands squeezed my shoulders, and I bounced her on my tip a few times before I thrust inside.
“Goddamn it, you’re fucking tight,” I hissed, working back and forth, trying to loosen her enough so that my whole shaft would fit in.
When it did, I was swallowed by her warmth, her wetness, the walls of her pussy that felt like a fucking tongue licking me over and over.
“Oh God,” she breathed so loudly, and I joined her.
I wanted her to come.
I wanted her cunt pulsing around my cock.
So, I used my fingers to gently squeeze her clit, giving it just the amount of pressure she needed to explode.
When I felt her start to build, my hips ground in a circle, twisting halfway in to give her a different kind of sensation. My thumb ran down the center of her clit, and I fucked her with so much goddamn speed, so much power. Within a few strokes, I felt her completely unravel.
She screamed, “Jack!”
Her pussy squeezed me, and I plunged in deep, giving her hard, fast pumps to push through her orgasm.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, and I slammed my lips against her, tasting the pleasure on her tongue.
I slowed when I knew she was coming down, and once I felt her loosen again, I carried her to my bed and set her on top of it.
She relaxed her body over the comforter and leaned onto her elbows. “I hope you’re not seriously thinking about putting a condom on now,” she said as I walked to my nightstand.
I gave her a small smile and showed her the bottle of lube I’d lifted out of the drawer. “I told you I was taking your ass tonight.”
I squeezed a generous amount onto my shaft, making sure it was thickly coated, and then I crawled on top of her. “Have you done this before?”
She shook her head, and I felt my balls ache.
I fucking loved the idea that I was going to be her first.
“I’ll be gentle.”
She took a breath. “Where do you want me?”
“Right where you are.”
I lifted her legs, so they were on either side of me, and I ran my hand down her pussy, gathering the wetness to bring it to her ass. I worked around the rim, dipping the pad of my finger inside, getting in as far as my center knuckle and pulling out. With my other hand, I flicked her clit, and her hips rocked back and forth in response.
“That feels so good,” she groaned.
If she thought I’d ever hurt her, she was so fucking wrong.
Anything I did to her body, even if it was inside her ass, would give her the most intense pleasure.
I’d always make sure of that.
With an entire finger inside her, I added a second and moved my wrist in a circle to stretch her a little. When it felt like she could take more, I slid out, and I slowly pressed the tip of my cock against her. Easing my hips forward, I went in an inch and paused.
“Ah,” she gasped.
I put my hand on her cheek. “I know this doesn’t feel good yet, and I know it’s probably uncomfortable, but trust me, it’s going to get better in a few minutes.”
I stayed in that spot, not moving, running my finger over her clit to give her more of the sensation I knew she enjoyed. And then, so fucking gently, I went in a little more.
“Breathe,” I told her.
She was strong as hell, but she didn’t have to be with me.
Each inhale she took, I slid in just a tiny bit, continuing that patte
rn until I was fully buried.
“Try to relax your muscles,” I told her. “I know that feels impossible, but once you get used to me, it’s going to feel better than you think.”
I kept my finger on her clit, trying to get her to focus on something other than the fullness in her ass. With my other hand, I dragged my fingertips up her navel, squeezing her nipple, and I gave her just the slightest movement of my cock to start working in some of the friction.
“Ah,” she groaned a second time, but it wasn’t filled with the uneasiness I’d heard earlier. Now, there was pleasure in her voice.
“That’s it, baby. Just a little bit longer, and it’s going to feel fucking amazing.”
She put her hand over mine, forcing me to pinch her nipple even tighter. “Wow, Jack, I never thought it would feel this good.”
That was when I knew the discomfort was gone, and her eyes told me she could handle a lot more.
So, I shifted back and glided in, giving her short, easy strokes. “Fuck,” I roared.
I couldn’t help the noises I was making. She was so snug, and my cock was so wet from the lube.
I moaned even louder when she started to pulse around me.
“Jack…”
“You like it, don’t you?”
Her hands were now on my thighs. She wasn’t squeezing them or digging her nails into my skin. She was pulling me like she wanted me deeper.
“Yes,” she hissed. “You’re going to make me come again.”
I knew it wouldn’t take much.
Her hips were already bucking each time I swiped her clit.
And I knew, if I put a finger in her pussy, she would clamp around it like a fucking vise.
So, I did. Then, I reared my hips back, and I drove into her ass with as much speed and power as I had. I didn’t stop when I heard her scream. I didn’t slow when I felt the tightening inside my balls. I held her legs wide, and I worked out my orgasm.
“Jack!” she shouted.
I released her thighs, and I fell forward, catching myself with my hands before she got any of my weight. “Kiss me,” I demanded.
She leaned up, and her lips crashed against mine. I pumped out each squirt of cum until I emptied myself in her ass.
I kissed her as I pulled out.
I kissed her on the way to the shower.
