London Bound by Jessica Jarman Read Free Book Online

body to cup her mound.
    The slick sound of Meg’s fingers slipping through her wet folds had Nathan quickly freeing his pulsing cock, all his thoughts centered on getting inside her. Now. He climbed on the bed, knelt between her knees, and reached for the condom. Shaking, he tore open the packaging and rolled the sheath down his length.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured and, grasping her wrist and bringing her hand to his mouth, drew her coated fingers into his mouth. “And delicious.”
    “Please,” she whispered, hips pulsing up.
    “Please what?” He nipped her palm playfully, even though inside him everything was a tight, yearning mess.
    “Get inside me,” she demanded, scooting closer and wrapping her legs around his waist. The leather of her boots pressed against his lower back and arse as she tried to pull him closer. “Keep your word. Hard and fast. Make me scream.”
    Releasing her hand, he grasped the base of his cock and slid the head through her pussy lips, groaning at the heat and the easy glide. When he positioned himself, he gripped her hips, digging into her flesh, and, for a moment, he imagined bruises, his marks, interrupting the soft pale expanse of her skin. Fuck, the things he wanted to do to her... But he could be patient. For now, the only thing he could do was give this amazing woman what she wanted. What she clearly needed.
    Catching her gaze, he grinned. “Your wish, love.”
    Her scream tore through the room as he drove into her with one brutal thrust. Second scream of the night, and yes, he was fucking counting.
    Back bowing off the bed, she fisted the sheets at her sides. Her cunt snug and searing around his cock, Nathan let himself savor the perfection of it before withdrawing as slowly as he could stand. Shunting into her desire-soaked clutch again and again, he set the fast and hard pace he’d promised her, that he was frantic for, at this point.
    Meg cried out and, lifting her arms above her head, grabbed hold of two of the slats in the headboard, knuckles whitening immediately.
    “Nathan,” she gasped. “God, Nathan.”
    “Take it, take it all, take everything .” He trailed his hand over her stomach. Pulling back slightly, he slapped her clit—not enough to really hurt, enough to sting and, if he’d read her correctly, excite—before burying himself in her softness.
    “Ooooooh!” Her mouth fell open as her legs quivered, and her eyes drifted closed. “Again...please. Please!”
    “That’s it, love.” Slap . Thrust . “Beg me.” Slap . Thrust .
    “Please, please, p-p-please,” she choked. “So close, so close...”
    He brought his hand down a final time then rubbed in rough circles as he fucked her. No longer steady as he raced toward his orgasm. The only thing that held him back was wanting her to come first, to drag him along with her as she fell apart around him.
    Her channel rippled and tightened, and she went wild beneath him. Her hands left the headboard and now gripped his thighs, nails scoring his skin. She screamed his name—number three, he thought with satisfaction—as she came hard, and, violently, he erupted balls deep within her.
    Cock still twitching, Nathan settled more fully atop her so he could get at her mouth, fueled by the need to taste her. Meg sighed as his lips settled over hers. He kissed her, slow and lazy, smoothing his palms over any inch of her skin he could reach.
    “Be right back, you gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”
    After a final buss and nuzzle, he got up and walked into the adjoining bathroom. He removed and disposed of the condom then quickly washed. Grabbing a fresh flannel from the drawer, he wet it with warm water and went back to Meg.
    Standing beside the bed, he looked down, just took in the sight of her. On his bed. Heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide. Plump lips parted as she still struggled to slow her breathing. Completely and utterly blissed out. Beautiful.
    Hand on her knee, he parted her legs and covered her pussy with the warm