I’d never tasted myself on a man’s lips and didn’t realize it would be so sensual.  The kiss was aggressive, almost brutal, and called to a primitive part of me I never knew existed. 

My nails dug into his back, I pulled his hair as I held his mouth to mine, and I gave as good as I got.  Wrapping my stocking-clad leg around his ass, I realized I was still wearing my heels.

Breaking the kiss, he groaned and returned for another one.  His palm had a vise grip on my ass cheek and he worked himself along my slick folds. 

Shaking, moaning, I silently cursed every man who’d been with me before Jack.  Past lovers hadn’t even tried to please me.  Only their pleasure had ever mattered to them.

Jack was present as he explored my body with patience and skill.  He was with me.  Fully with me in a way that was new and different and beautiful. 

He stretched to the side and a moment later, something pressed against my palm.  A condom. 

“Hurry, Petra.”  He kissed me again.  “Help me.  I need to be inside you.”

I tore it open, wrapped my fingers around his cock that reminded me of satin over steel, and rolled it in place. 

He stared at me as he coated the latex in the fluids from my body.  His rhythmic growl intensified as I reached between us to press him harder into the cleft of my body with my hand. 

Looking him directly in the eyes, I whispered words I’d never said in my life, “I need you to fuck me, Jack.  Please fuck me.”

Adjusting his hips, he positioned the head at my pussy and pushed forward.  I gasped and he slid his hands up my back to grip my shoulders from beneath. 

“Yes,” I begged.

His body was taut with tension and he wasted no time powering to the root of his dick inside me.  He never took his eyes off my face as he set an almost violent rhythm. 

“Petra,” he said through gritted teeth.  “Tight as a velvet fist.” 

My eyes rolled back in my head as Jack fucked me the way I never realized I needed to be fucked. 

Without one ounce of mercy. 

He filled me harder, deeper, and faster than anyone I’d ever allowed access to my body. 

His lips covered mine and there was nothing gentle about the kiss he gave me.  It was powerful, dominant. 

Had someone asked me if I preferred hard sex, I would have told them no.  I wasn’t weak.  I didn’t surrender power to a man. 

It was fucking fascinating to be almost thirty with multiple sexual partners in your past and suddenly realize you needed a man to lay it on your ass like a goddamn animal.

I felt taken, claimed in a way that didn’t affect my sense of self, my strength as a woman. 

His fist tightened in my hair and he pulled my head back so he could rake his teeth up the column of my neck.  He traced the heavy vein there and settled his teeth over it for the space of two thrusts. 

Distantly, my sexually ravaged mind realized the primal nature of the act.  In the wild, the powerful man inside me would have just claimed me as his mate because he made me submit. 

I wouldn’t even argue because fuck.

Jack moved his lips to my ear.  “I want to feel you come all over my cock, Petra.  Coating me, coming apart while I drive you higher.” 

My heart stumbled as my body took over.  The muscles in my pussy contracted to try and hold his shuttling length inside me. 

I heard him shout my name a moment before my climax ripped me out of myself and flung the person I thought I was into some unknown oblivion. 

Everything inside me reached for him after knowing him less than a day.  I shook violently for so many reasons. 

Sexually, he’d turned me inside out.  Emotionally, I figured the pain was going to get serious, pretty damn quick. 

Nothing about this experience was like me at all and suddenly, I didn’t know what to do, how to react. 

There must have been tears because Jack kissed the corners of my eyes.  He held me tighter, drove into me harder, and kept me disconnected from the distance I desperately needed to slam between us. 

“Don’t hide from me.  You don’t have to do that.  Not here, not with me, Petra.  I’ll keep you safe.  Come for me again.”

On and on he whispered to me, held me, fucked me. 

Jack turned my body into a grasping, needy thing I didn’t recognize.  I’d never been so out of control of my feelings or my physical reactions.  It was dangerously seductive and scared the shit out of me at the same time. 

“Jack…”  My voice broke on his name. 

“Let go and feel everything.  I’ll keep you safe.  You’re so slick and hot, tight around me.  Don’t be afraid.  Let me show you.” 

He lifted his upper body on his hands.  We were covered in each other’s sweat.  It literally dripped over my sides and into my hair.  The cool air of the room made my damp nipples pebble tightly. 

“Look at us, Petra.  Look.” 

Tearing my gaze from his face, I let my eyes travel down his torso and gasped at the image we made together. 

“Oh, my god…” 

“I’ve never been so hard.  Not once.  I’ve had to fight for control every second with you.”  He thrust and I watched his length disappear into my body.  “I love having you all over me.  It looks almost as good as it feels.” 

I inhaled sharply as another orgasm broke loose and sent chills over me the surface of my skin.  I dug my nails into his biceps and my upper body rose off the bed. 

Jack lowered, holding me immobile with unbelievable strength as he drove us both through ecstasy that didn’t seem real.  My pleasure went on and on and on. 

“Fuck, yes!  Petra!”  Another thrust.  Another.  Then he sealed our bodies together and threw his head back with a guttural roar that vibrated from his body to mine.  “It’s too fucking good.  Fuck…” 

The heat of his semen filled the condom and I absently wondered how much hotter it would feel without the latex as a barrier.  It wasn’t a thought that ever occurred to me.

His mouth on mine, eating at my lips, as he continued to rock gently against me.  Our moans, our panting, the sound of the blood pounding in my ears were the only things I could hear. 

I would never be the same again. 

Jack changed everything for me.  I’d been cheated by every lover who took my body before him.  I’d been used.  Not once, not until him, had it ever been about me. 

One orgasm had always been hard for me.  I’d faked almost all of them unless I was alone.  It fucked with my head, made me feel broken, different, and incapable of truly enjoying sex. 

Until tonight.  He’d ruined me for anyone else. 

We struggled for air and I could feel the sweat slicking our skin and dripping to the bed.  The racing of his heart pressed against my sternum and I thought he could feel mine beating out of control. 

Jack’s mouth moved over me as his cock continued to tunnel gently in and out. 

Raising his head to stare down at me, he said hoarsely, “You won’t run from me, Petra.  Our bodies are still humming from the most mind-blowing sex of my lifetime and you’re already thinking too goddamn much.”

His intuition was uncanny.