wanted.
She wasn’t finished with him yet.
Jack palmed her ass then ran a finger down the crevice between her butt cheeks. A tremor racked her and he hesitated. Despite his initial reluctance, he’d hate to frighten her. When she didn’t voice an objection, he continued. Gripping his cock in one hand, he positioned himself at the mouth of her pussy. He pushed inside until her heat enveloped his shaft. She was wet—her juices coated his cock and made his surge and retreat easy and incredibly arousing.
But he needed more for what he intended. Jack reached for the lubrication again. Half of him expected questions, but they didn’t come. Instead, she made a sexy moan that tightened his balls and made his blood run hotter. Who’d have guessed the little sparrow was such a sexual creature?
Jack pumped a generous amount of lube on his palm and smeared it from where they were joined all the way up to the puckered rosette of her anus.
The dragon inside him roared. Sex. Now.
Jack held the beast back by setting up a lazy shuttle in and out of her pussy. His cock swelled as the pleasure assaulted him.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her words throaty. Sexy.
Jack rubbed his finger back and forth over her rosette, delicately probing while continuing the steady strokes into her pussy. “Don’t like it? Tell me to stop if I cross one of your lines.”
“It feels different,” Emma said finally. “But good. It’s fine.”
Jack made a mental note to check out the other sex toys. If she liked this and wanted to test her boundaries, he was ready.
The single light that shone over the bed highlighted her creamy skin. Being able to see his cock travel in and out of her cunt was an incredible turn-on. His darker skin against her pale curves. Jack hastened the pace, removing his finger from her anus so he could grip her hips and hold her steady for each drive. He felt her quiver, the tiny clasps and clenches around his cock, and a growl of triumph vibrated low in his throat. He jerked his hips, ramming his cock home, flesh slapping flesh until he erupted, spurting his seed deep and hard, a harsh groan ripping free.
Gradually, he eased from Emma, separating their bodies. A sharp intake of breath made him still. The noise came from behind the mirror. Fuck, he’d forgotten their watchers. He’d forgotten everything except Emma and how it felt to pound into her sexy body. Admitting that fact, even to himself, scared the shit out of him.
* * * * *
“We need to check out all the different activities more closely,” Jack informed her the next morning while trying to avoid glancing at Emma’s cleavage and force away the memories of what they’d done to each other throughout the night. His testy dragon wasn’t cooperating, stretching beneath his skin and demanding another hot and heavy session. His dick leapt with enough vigor to fuck a netball team—the whole seven plus the reserves. Bloody blue moon was really pushing his libido.
Emma dropped her hairbrush into her pink bag and rose from the stool that sat in front of the dressing table. “Good. Where do we go first?”
Jack ripped his gaze away and glared at the mirror above the bar. That was another thing. He couldn’t be sure if a sound system went along with the two-way mirror. They’d have to watch what they discussed in case it was recorded.
He risked another glance. Emma’s smile was so bright it almost blinded him.
Damn, now she had expectations.
He’d have to make it clear his lone status would never change. His attitude to the female sex would hurt her, and despite the necessity, he regretted the fact. Emma was a likeable girl. Easy to spend time with and tempting. So bloody tempting. But after Rachel, he refused to step into another emotional wringer. Admitting to the taniwha monster thing, and the garbage that came along with the truth.
About him.
About George Taniwha Investigators and Security, and the team of taniwhas who worked as
She wasn’t finished with him yet.
Jack palmed her ass then ran a finger down the crevice between her butt cheeks. A tremor racked her and he hesitated. Despite his initial reluctance, he’d hate to frighten her. When she didn’t voice an objection, he continued. Gripping his cock in one hand, he positioned himself at the mouth of her pussy. He pushed inside until her heat enveloped his shaft. She was wet—her juices coated his cock and made his surge and retreat easy and incredibly arousing.
But he needed more for what he intended. Jack reached for the lubrication again. Half of him expected questions, but they didn’t come. Instead, she made a sexy moan that tightened his balls and made his blood run hotter. Who’d have guessed the little sparrow was such a sexual creature?
Jack pumped a generous amount of lube on his palm and smeared it from where they were joined all the way up to the puckered rosette of her anus.
The dragon inside him roared. Sex. Now.
Jack held the beast back by setting up a lazy shuttle in and out of her pussy. His cock swelled as the pleasure assaulted him.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her words throaty. Sexy.
Jack rubbed his finger back and forth over her rosette, delicately probing while continuing the steady strokes into her pussy. “Don’t like it? Tell me to stop if I cross one of your lines.”
“It feels different,” Emma said finally. “But good. It’s fine.”
Jack made a mental note to check out the other sex toys. If she liked this and wanted to test her boundaries, he was ready.
The single light that shone over the bed highlighted her creamy skin. Being able to see his cock travel in and out of her cunt was an incredible turn-on. His darker skin against her pale curves. Jack hastened the pace, removing his finger from her anus so he could grip her hips and hold her steady for each drive. He felt her quiver, the tiny clasps and clenches around his cock, and a growl of triumph vibrated low in his throat. He jerked his hips, ramming his cock home, flesh slapping flesh until he erupted, spurting his seed deep and hard, a harsh groan ripping free.
Gradually, he eased from Emma, separating their bodies. A sharp intake of breath made him still. The noise came from behind the mirror. Fuck, he’d forgotten their watchers. He’d forgotten everything except Emma and how it felt to pound into her sexy body. Admitting that fact, even to himself, scared the shit out of him.
* * * * *
“We need to check out all the different activities more closely,” Jack informed her the next morning while trying to avoid glancing at Emma’s cleavage and force away the memories of what they’d done to each other throughout the night. His testy dragon wasn’t cooperating, stretching beneath his skin and demanding another hot and heavy session. His dick leapt with enough vigor to fuck a netball team—the whole seven plus the reserves. Bloody blue moon was really pushing his libido.
Emma dropped her hairbrush into her pink bag and rose from the stool that sat in front of the dressing table. “Good. Where do we go first?”
Jack ripped his gaze away and glared at the mirror above the bar. That was another thing. He couldn’t be sure if a sound system went along with the two-way mirror. They’d have to watch what they discussed in case it was recorded.
He risked another glance. Emma’s smile was so bright it almost blinded him.
Damn, now she had expectations.
He’d have to make it clear his lone status would never change. His attitude to the female sex would hurt her, and despite the necessity, he regretted the fact. Emma was a likeable girl. Easy to spend time with and tempting. So bloody tempting. But after Rachel, he refused to step into another emotional wringer. Admitting to the taniwha monster thing, and the garbage that came along with the truth.
About him.
About George Taniwha Investigators and Security, and the team of taniwhas who worked as
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