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There was no turning back

He’d been scared shitless most of the day With no idea of her whereabouts With the cops telling hi for days With the ht in his mind

At one point, he would have gladly wrung her neck for putting hiht noith her soft and wet and willing, he had other things in mind

Jack bent and swept a kiss over hera line down her throat She arched backward and his cock hardened even hs pressed into him

Her pulse ra over her wet body before his mouth left her throat and then closed over one of her nipples He gave it a tug, his teeth grazing, teasing

“Jack,” she gasped

He sue and mouth firmly in place

She bucked against hi him there He licked and sucked and kneaded until she swore (now there was his old Donovan), and yanked on his head so hard, he glanced up

Her ue licking the corner of her mouth, there where her mole was

He reached for her again, hands on either side of her face Both of the hard, and he needed to take a moment Get some of that perspective back

“Donnie,” he hly “Maybe we shouldn’t—“

“Oh we are,” she said hoarsely “We so are”

That was enough for hio to hell

Jack’s tongue went deep as he claimed her er and need that was inside hi here and caressing there, and it seemed like hours had passed when they eventually came up for air

Christ, kissing had to be the most underrated for this wo all cylinders and Jack was so fucking hard and ready—all from a kiss