Chapter 5

"Oh, Jack!" I exclaimed, breath shaking, legs trembling as I climaxed for the second time on his mouth.

He licked every drop I released, as if it could quench his thirst, his eyes locked on me like he was about to give me something even more intense.

My limbs felt lifeless, yet I wanted more.

I needed him. Inside me.

He helped my leg down, slowly rising to his feet but keeping his hands on me. Thankfully, he did because without his support, I would’ve collapsed to my knees.

I had never felt like this before. Never felt so much satisfaction, so much pleasure like this in my whole life.

And Jack had given it to me.

"Are you still with me, Lo?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me, breathless. "We're just getting started."

I took a deep breath and looked back at him. "I don’t give up easily," I murmured, accepting his challenge, but wobbled toward him.

"Whoa..." he chuckled as I fell into his arms. "Is that so?" He scooped me up like a bride, carrying me upstairs.

This was how we were supposed to be after our marriage—if we weren’t just two strangers bound by papers.

But as carefully as he carried me to our bedroom—where nothing ever happened—he tossed me onto the bed like a doll.

I yelped in surprise, and he responded with a satisfied, dangerously wicked smile.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon spilling through the glass wall. It was enough for me to see, but he stood against it, and I could only make out his silhouette.

"You know… I’ve been trying to keep my distance from you," he said, his fingers slowly reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

He unbuttoned them one by one.

Painfully slow, each motion torturing my patience.

"You're too pure, Lo," he added, flicking each button free until his chest was fully exposed. "Too soft. Too damn perfect."

"And was that enough reason to cheat on me, Mr. Winehouse?" I softly asked, propping myself up on my elbows, using them to keep myself up.

My legs were crossed, but it wasn’t nearly enough to hide what he had just feasted on moments ago.

He froze for a moment. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I saw his jaw clenched.

"I'm not as innocent as you think. Not as pure as you imagined," I chuckled, pushing myself up and kneeling on the bed. Our faces were level now. Close enough for me to see every flicker of emotion in his dark, intense eyes.

I shoved his hands aside, insisting to continue what he had started peeling away.

"I'm a little… dirty too," I said with a sweet, teasing smile.

My fingers fumbled with his belt, undoing the buckle and freeing him from it.

"I’ve had thoughts about you… things we’ve never done. Fantasies that played in my mind while looking at you. Like… imagining you in my mouth… or you taking me from behind."

I swallowed hard, replaying the playful daydreams I’d had about him—fantasies that had stayed in my imagination until now. Tonight, they were about to happen.

His zipper came down, his white Calvin Kleins exposed. His hardened cock on my reach.

"You did?" he whispered, stunned.

"Yes," I said, pulling his briefs down. He sprang free, like a gun aimed at me. "I want to know if you’re really mine."

I gasped. It was long, thick… more than I imagined.

Jack sucked in air when I wrapped my hand around him, as if the contact stole the air from his lungs, the same way he’d stolen mine earlier.

“It’s warm,” I murmured, tracing the veins with my thumb. It pulsed under my touch, demanding attention, and though the room was dim, I could feel every line of him.

"Yeah," he tried to reply casually, licking his lips as I held him, but he hissed every time I shifted my touch.

I was about to lean in, ready to taste him, when he cupped my chin and pulled me up.

He kissed me deeply, a wet press of lips that lingered just long enough to taste me, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.

“On your hands and knees, Lo,” he commanded, pushing his pants lower. His hand stroked himself lazily as he waited for me to obey.

My fantasy, finally alive.

"Should I… take my dress off?" I asked, still kneeling on the bed.

I felt his eyes rake over my body. "Keep it on. I like it," he answered. Then, as if patience were not a virtue, he pushed me back onto the bed, gripping my ankles firmly, and flipped me onto my stomach.

I screamed in shock as the cold sheets pressed against my bare skin, but it didn’t last long. His warm hands followed immediately, tracing over me, and suddenly I felt like I was on fire.

His palms caressed the backs of my thighs, sliding up to squeeze my ass, making me whimper when a sharp sting pricked me from his light spank.

I didn’t feel pain, only pleasure that made me drupping wet.

"Did it hurt?" he asked, his fingers tracing circles over the spot he’d hit.

I shook my head.

"Use your words, Lo."

"No," I breathed, moaning softly, trying to glance at him over my shoulder as he slowly parted my legs and pulled me toward the edge of the bed.

"Open wide," he ordered, guiding one of my feet to the floor while the other stayed propped on the edge, giving him a perfect view of all of me. "Beautiful," he murmured, and I could hear the hunger in his voice.

The aching anticipation left me drenched, and it only got worse—better, even—when the tip of him grazed my slit.

My hands gripped the sheets, bracing myself for something rough.

His lips trailed along my back, leaving wet, lingering kisses that made me arch my spine, gasping uneven breaths.

"Lo…" he whispered in my ear, nibbling my lobe as I hummed in response. "I’m all yours," he murmured, as if engraving it into stone those three words I wanted to hear.

But no words mattered when he thrust deep inside me. I forgot everything—my fantasies, my control.

All I could do was scream his name, beg for more, and feel the raw, burning pleasure that only he could give.