The last taillights disappeared down the driveway, leaving behind only the remnants of game night—empty glasses, scattered poker chips, and a half-shuffled deck of cards. Jill turned to Jack, a sly grin curling her lips, her hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

A low jazz playlist hummed from the speakers, mixing with the distant chirp of crickets outside. Warm air, the lingering scent of wine and candles, and a trace of Jill’s perfume filled the house. The floral aroma always made Jack want to bury his face in her neck.

“You know,” she said, stepping closer, one hand trailing along the edge of the table, “I don’t think I’ve ever lost that many times in a single night.”

He smirked, leaning against the chair, arms crossed. “Bad luck, sweetheart. Some of us are born winners.”

Jill rolled her eyes but didn’t stop closing the space between them. “Natural winners, huh? That’s a bold claim for a man who barely escaped my poker hustle last month.” She reached out, tugging playfully at the front of his shirt. “But if you’re feeling so confident, let’s make things interesting.”

Jack arched a brow, intrigued. “Oh? What kind of interesting?”

Jill plucked the deck of cards from the table, shuffling it between her fingers with practiced ease. The soft shff-shff of the cards slipping together sent a little thrill through Jack’s chest. She knew how to put on a show.

“One last game,” she said, voice dropping into something almost sultry. “Winner gets full control over the loser for the rest of the night. No arguments. No backing out,” she challenged. “Think you can handle that?”

Jack exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a low chuckle. “You are really setting yourself up for failure, baby.” He reached past her to grab his drink, taking a slow sip, letting the bourbon burn its way down.

Jill’s lips quirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” She spread the deck on the table, a single brow lifting. “Unless you’re scared?”

Jack set his glass down with a decisive clink and leaned in, his voice a near-growl against her ear. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re in for a surprise.”

Her breath hitched, but she recovered quickly, sliding into a chair and gathering the cards. “Then sit down and prove it.”

He pulled out a seat across from her, rolling his shoulders as he sat. His gaze flicked to her legs, bare and stretched out under the table. Her sundress had risen enough to show the smooth line of her thighs, the dim glow of the candlelight giving her skin an almost golden look.

She shuffled, dealing their hands with a practiced flick of her wrist. “Five-card draw. One round. No do-overs.”

He chuckled, rubbing his jaw. “You really want to gamble your night away that fast?”

Jill smirked. “I prefer efficiency.”

They played, the tension thickening with each passing second. He watched her face as she studied her cards, her lip catching between her teeth in that way that always drove him crazy. He couldn’t decide if she was nervous or just pretending. Either way, it was working.

When the moment of truth arrived, Jack laid down his hand with a confident smirk—three kings. Strong. Solid. Hard to beat.

Jill, ever the show woman, let the suspense drag, drumming her fingers on the hard surface before spreading her cards in a slow, deliberate motion.

A full house.

Jack’s grin faltered. Jill’s widened.

“Looks like I win,” she purred, standing up and rounding the table toward him. “And that means you’re mine.”

She stopped between his knees, her hands trailing up his thighs, nails grazing the denim. The warmth of her body, the scent of her skin, the smug satisfaction in her eyes—it all coiled tight in his stomach.

“Any regrets?” she murmured, tilting her head.

Jack exhaled a slow breath, placing his palms on her hips. “Not yet,” he admitted. “But something tells me I’m in for trouble.”

Jill’s fingers dipped into his belt loops, tugging him closer. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Her eyes gleamed with victory as she straddled Jack’s lap, her warm thighs pressing against the rough denim. The shift in her body against his sent a slow, curling heat through him. His fingers flexed at her hips, fighting the instinct to pull her closer.

She was playing with him—he knew it. And dammit, was it working.

“So,” he murmured, voice rougher now. “What’s your plan? You gonna make me rub your feet? Do your bidding?”

Jill chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, baby,” she sighed dramatically, running her fingers through his hair. “If I wanted you for foot rubs, I wouldn’t have raised the stakes this high.”

Jack’s breath hitched as her nails grazed the nape of his neck. She had that look—the one that meant she was about to drag this out, make him squirm for the fun of it.

Jill slid off his lap and took his hand, guiding him up from the chair. “Come with me,” she murmured, leading him to the living room.

A dim glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, shadows dancing as they moved. The scent of wax and lingering red wine hung in the air, mingling with the faint musk of Jack’s cologne. The entire house felt warm, wrapped in the haze of an evening that had been winding toward this moment from the second their friends left.

Jill stopped at the couch, turning to face him. “Strip.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “You don’t waste time.”

Her mouth curled. “Why should I? I’ve already won.”

She stepped back, arms folding under her breasts, watching. Waiting.

He held her gaze as he reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. Jill’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she took in the ridges of his stomach, the sharp line of his pelvis.

“Pants too,” she said, voice softer now, but firm.

Jack popped the button on his jeans, taking his time just to make her wait. He eased the zipper down slowly, the rasping sound loud in the quiet room. Jill’s eyes darkened as he pushed the denim over his hips, stepping out of them until he stood before her in only his briefs.

Jill hummed in approval, moving so close that he felt the heat radiating from her body. She ran her hands over his chest, dragging her nails down the hard planes of muscle, dipping lower, teasing the waistband of his boxers.

Jack exhaled sharply. “You having fun?”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” she said.

In one swift motion, she pushed him backward onto the couch, climbing on top of him before he could react. She straddled his thighs, her sundress riding up, exposing smooth, golden skin and the thin lace of her panties.

He groaned, his fingers flexing against the sofa cushions. “Tease.”

Jill smirked.

She leaned in, her breath warm against his jaw, the scent of wine and something sweeter—honey, maybe—curling around him. Her lips brushed his ear.

“I want you to keep your hands to yourself,” she whispered.

He stiffened beneath her. “You’re kidding.”

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his briefs, tugging enough to make him gasp. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Jack’s throat rumbled, but there was heat in his eyes as he looked up at her. “You are really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Jill grinned, trailing her hand down his stomach, stopping just short of where he wanted her most. “Absolutely.”

Jack sucked in a breath. “And if I break the rules?”

She sat back, tilting her head as if considering. With a wicked little smile, she reached behind him, tugging one of the silk scarves draped over the rear of the couch. She dangled it between her fingers, letting the soft fabric slide over his bare torso.

“Then I’ll have to tie you up,” she purred.

Jack’s pupils dilated slightly, his cock twitching beneath his boxers.

Jill leaned down, placing a slow, lingering kiss to the center of his chest. “Be a good boy,” she said.

Jack exhaled a gradual, steady breath. “Fuck.”

She smiled, shifting her hips so that he felt the heat of her pressing against him. “That’s the idea.”

She slid down his body, kissing, biting, tasting. She took her time, savoring every inch of skin within reach, but never, never giving him the satisfaction of touching where he ached for it most.

Jack’s hands clenched against the sofa. He hovered between control and the sheer need to grab her, flip her over, and take what they both craved.

But Jill wasn’t done with her game. Not yet.

His fingers dug into the couch cushions, his muscles straining as Jill’s lips brushed over his stomach, a teasing ghost of a touch that sent a shiver down his spine. She had him right where she wanted him—half-naked, desperate, his cock already twitching beneath his briefs, a darkened stain of pre-cum soaking through the fabric.

She saw it, smelled it—the musk of his arousal thickening the air between them, mixing with the lingering scent of wine and candle wax. The heat of her breath skimmed lower, and Jack’s hips shifted, pressing up in silent demand.

Jill smirked. “Getting impatient already?”

Jack breathed out, his voice rough. “You know I am.”

She let her fingers ghost over the waistband of his briefs, tracing the elastic with lazy strokes, watching the way his abs flexed under her touch. “Poor thing,” she cooed, dragging a single fingernail down the bulging length of his cock. She saw his breath hitch. “So needy…”

Jack clenched his jaw, his blue eyes dark with frustration. “Jill…”

She leaned down, cutting him off with a deliberate, open-mouthed kiss just above his waistband, her tongue flicking against his skin. “Ah, ah,” she murmured against his stomach. “No talking unless it’s to beg.”

He let out a slow, shaky breath, his fists clenching at his sides.

She chuckled and curled her fingers under the band of his briefs, tugging them down enough to let his cock spring free—thick, hard, flushed a deep, aching red. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She bit her lip, her mouth watering at the sight of him.

“God, you’re leaking already,” she murmured, dragging her nails lightly down his length, feeling him pulse under her touch. “You must really want me to suck your cock, hmm?”

Jack groaned, his hips rising. “Jill … fuck.”

She clicked her tongue, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, giving him one slow, teasing stroke. “Not what I asked, baby.”

Jack’s breath came faster now, his thighs tensing. “Yes,” he admitted, voice strained. “I need your mouth.”

Jill’s smile turned wicked. “Well … since you asked so nicely.”

She flattened her tongue against the underside of his cock, dragging it up the thick, veined length in one slow, deliberate stroke. His entire body jerked, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

“Jesus fuck, baby.”

She hummed, the vibrations buzzing against his skin as she reached the swollen tip. Her lips hovered there, breath warm, teasing, before her tongue flicked out, catching the salty-sweet bead of pre-cum that gathered. She let out a soft moan, savoring the taste.

Jack groaned, his hips twitching upward.

Jill pulled back, shooting him a warning glance. “Ah, ah. No thrusting. Stay still.”

His jaw clenching. “You’re killing me.”

She giggled, wrapping her fingers around his shaft again, stroking him with slow, torturous precision. “I could do this all night.”

She parted her lips, taking the tip between them, sucking before pulling back with a wet pop. Her hand kept moving, gliding up and down his length in a lazy rhythm. She circled the head with her tongue, teasing, flicking, never giving him quite enough.

Jack was losing it. His thighs tensed beneath her, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Jill,” he warned, voice hoarse.

She smiled against his skin, sinking down further this time, inch by inch, until his thick cock filled her throat. He groaned, his head tilting back against the couch, his fingers twitching at his sides.

She withdrew slowly, sucking enough to make him gasp, her hand picking up where her mouth left off.

Then she did it again. And again.

Slow. Deliberate. Relentless.

Jack trembled, his entire body taut as a bowstring, his hips fighting the urge to thrust up into her warmth. Pre-cum smeared across her lips, mixing with the slickness of her saliva as she kept teasing him, her fingers squeezing perfectly every time she pulled back.

Jill’s eyes flicked up to his face—his mouth opened, his chest heaving, a sheen of sweat forming on his collarbone. He was right there, teetering on the edge.

She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, letting her tongue drag along the sensitive underside.

Jack’s restraint shattered. His hands flew to her hair, raw hunger overtaking the last threads of control. His fingers tangled in the thick strands as his hips surged forward, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. She let out a muffled squeak, surprised but delighted at the loss of his self-control.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groaned, rocking into her, his voice a desperate growl.

Jill moaned around him, letting him take what he wanted for a few blissful strokes before…

She pulled off completely.

He let out a broken noise, his cock twitching in the cool air, slick and pulsing, painfully neglected.

She wiped her mouth, smirking up at him. “Tsk, tsk. You broke the rules.”

Jack gasped, his fingers trembling in frustration. “Jill,” he growled, his voice laced with warning.

But she was already reaching for the silk scarf she’d abandoned earlier.

“You know what happens when you are disobedient,” she purred, straddling him again.

Jack’s eyes darkened, his breath still heavy. He could have resisted. He could have fought back.

But fuck, the idea of being at her mercy—truly at her mercy—felt almost as enticing as finally being buried inside her.

Jill grabbed his wrists, guiding them above his head. She wrapped the soft fabric around them, binding him to the couch, her grin widening as she tightened the knot.

He tested the restraint, muscles flexing. He could escape if he tried. But he didn’t.

She trailed a single finger down his chest. “That’s better,” she murmured.

Jack exhaled sharply, his pulse hammering against his ribs. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Jill giggled, leaning over, her breath hot against his lips. “Oh, I’m having the time of my life.”

She slid back down his body, settling between his legs once more. Her hands wrapped around his cock, her tongue flicking out to tease the head before trailing lower, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of his shaft.

She licked a slow, deliberate path down to his balls. Her breath was hot against him as she took one into her mouth, sucking while her hand stroked his length with torturous precision. The combination of her warm lips and playful fingers had him groaning, his muscles tensing as he fought the instinct to buck into her touch.

He moaned, arms straining against his restraints.

“Let’s see if I can really make you beg,” she whispered, releasing his balls with a juicy pop. She trailed her tongue back up his length before taking him into her mouth again, slow and deep.

Jack shuddered. “Fuck.”

She smiled around his cock. This was going to be fun.

Jill felt Jack’s body trembling beneath her, his muscles tight, his breath uneven. His shaft twitched against her palm, slick with pre-cum, the head flushed a deep, desperate red. He was so close, barely holding on, and she loved it.

Her fingers stayed wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in an unrelenting rhythm, while her other hand pressed into his thigh, pinning him where she wanted him.

Jack groaned, his hips shifting restlessly against the couch, his wrists straining against the silk that bound them.

“Fuck, Jill…” His voice was raw, thick with need.

She smiled against his skin, flicking her tongue over the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock, savoring the way he shuddered. “Mmm, I don’t think I’ve heard you say please yet.”

Jack let out a slow, shaky sigh, his fingers twitching.

She swirled her tongue around the tip before pulling back enough to meet his gaze. “Say it,” she purred, her breath teasing against his wet skin.

Jack’s entire body burned—every muscle taut, every nerve strung tight as Jill kept him hovering at the edge. His cock throbbed, aching for release, but she held him right there, tormenting him with her slow, deliberate pace. The silk around his wrists kept him trapped, his fingers flexing uselessly. Instinct screamed at him to break free, grab her, take what he needed. But fuck, she looked so goddamn satisfied, watching him squirm. That smug little smile. That wicked glint in her eyes. If he begged, she’d win. But if he didn’t … he might lose his mind.

Jack’s jaw clenched, his pride warring with his desperation. Jill knew exactly what she was doing, keeping him on edge, pushing him closer and closer to snapping. But she would not relent. She tightened her grip on his cock, her strokes slowing to an agonizing crawl.

“I can do this all night,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the head, her tongue flicking out to taste him again. “But I don’t think you can.”

Jack let out a low, guttural groan, his body vibrating with tension. He came so close, his manhood pulsing in her grasp, his abs tightening with every teasing stroke. “Fuck—Jill—please.”

Jill’s grin widened. “That’s a good boy.”

She rewarded him by taking him deep into her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks, sucking hard. He groaned, his whole body jerking, his fingers curling into fists. She worked him over, her lips and hand moving in perfect rhythm, tormenting him right to the brink—and then she stopped.

Jack growled, his frustration echoing through the dimly lit room. His cock throbbed, dripping onto his stomach, his muscles taut with need. “Dammit, Jill.”

She giggled, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Oops,” she said sweetly. “Did you think I was going to let you come?”

Jack’s eyes burned into hers, dark and hungry, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. “You’re evil.”

She trailed her nails down his stomach, her fingers dancing just above his straining cock. “You know you love being at my mercy.”

Jack didn’t answer. Not with words, anyway. His hands flexed against the silk, testing his restraint. She saw how his muscles bunched, how his whole body radiated pent-up power.

And then, without warning—the scarf snapped.

He stared at his freed wrists for half a second—feeling the rush of power, the intoxicating shift in control. He could see how Jill’s eyes widened, lips parting, her chest heaving as realization hit her. She knew.

She knew she was about to pay for every moment of torment.

And fuck, the way her breath caught? The way her thighs pressed together, as if already bracing for it? He loved it.

She barely had time to gasp—to register the power shift, the fire in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed, ready to claim what was his.

Then he moved.

“Oh, shit!” she squealed as Jack flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him on the couch in one swift, fluid motion. His palms pressed into her wrists, holding them down as he loomed over her, his face a perfect mix of amusement and revenge.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he said, voice rough with arousal.

Jill blinked up at him, still catching up. “I—”

“Three times,” he cut in, his lips quirking in that maddeningly cocky way. “You edged me three times.”

She bit her lip, trying—and failing—to look innocent. “Was it really that many?”

Jack huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You know it was.” His grip tightened enough to make her shiver. “And now, sweetheart, it’s my turn.”

Jill’s stomach fluttered, her breath coming faster. “Oh?”

He smirked, his fingers skimming the hem of her dress. “Yeah,” he said, voice dripping with satisfaction. “And I promise you—no one’s stopping this time.”

He reached down, grabbed the lace of her panties, and with one sharp tug—ripped them clean off.

Jill gasped, her body arching, a startled laugh slipping past her lips. “Jack!”

He grinned, holding the shredded fabric in his hand. “Don’t look at me like that. You earned this.”

Her pulse hammered as he tossed the ruined scrap of lace aside. He slid his fingers between her legs, parting her slick folds, and she moaned.

Jack’s eyes darkened, his thumb circling her clit in deliberate, teasing strokes. “Now,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips nearly brushed hers. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

Jill swallowed hard, her breath catching. She had a feeling she was about to find out.

Jack traced a slow, measured path down Jill’s body as he unbuttoned her dress, his fingertips grazing her skin, making her shiver. He could feel the heat radiating off her, noticed the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as her sundress opened.

She lay completely at his mercy—stretched out beneath him, thighs parted, her soaked, ruined panties discarded on the floor. And he wasn’t going to make any of this easy for her.

He grinned, sliding his knuckles along the soft curve of her breast, watching her shudder under his touch. “You look so pretty like this,” he said, his voice warm, teasing. “Squirming. Desperate.”

Jill let out a frustrated sound, shifting her hips, trying to press up against him. “Jack…”

He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against her throat, breathing her in. She still smelled like wine and perfume, but beneath it all was something else—something undeniably her. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, driving him insane.

“I seem to remember you making me beg,” he whispered, lips brushing below her ear. “So now, sweetheart…” His tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive spot on her neck before moving lower, his teeth grazing over her collarbone. “I think it’s only fair you do the same.”

Jill made a frustrated sound, her fingers gripping his biceps. “Baby…”

He shushed her, lips quirking as he kissed his way down over the swell of her breasts. He wrapped his mouth around one taut nipple, sucking gently, his tongue circling before he released it with a soft pop. She gasped, her hands fisting in the couch cushions.

“Sensitive tonight, huh?” he said, glancing up at her. He dragged his tongue over the stiff peak again, flicking it, making her whimper.

“Jack—please.”

He hummed in approval, switching to the other breast, taking his time lavishing it with attention. “That’s a good start,” he murmured against her skin. “But I think you can do better.”

Jill groaned, arching into his mouth. “You’re such a bastard.”

He chuckled, teeth grazing her nipple. “Mmm. And yet, you love it.”

Jill’s breath hitched as he trailed lower, his palms smoothing over her sides, down the curve of her waist, along the dip of her hips. His lips followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach.

By the time he reached her inner thighs, she was trembling. Jack grinned.

He nudged her legs wider, his hands sliding beneath her ass cheeks, lifting her enough to spread her open for him. The sight of her—bare, glistening, already dripping sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock.

“Baby,” he groaned, his thumbs brushing along her soaked lips, parting them enough to make her whimper. “You’re making such a mess.”

She let out a strangled sound, her head tipping back against the couch. “Jack—please.”

He leaned in, his breath teasing her just where she wanted him most. “Hmm?” His mouth hovered over her, his tongue flicking out, making her jerk beneath him. “Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart.”

Jill let out a shuddering sigh. “I want,” she swallowed, her voice trembling. “I want you to eat me.”

Jack grinned, pressing a featherlight kiss against her swollen clit. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

And then he devoured her.

She cried out, her body jerking as Jack’s tongue licked a slow, wet stripe through her folds. He groaned at the taste of her, his fingers gripping her thighs as he went to work—licking, sucking, teasing, torturing her with every lazy flick of his tongue.

Jill thrashed beneath him, her breath coming in short, broken gasps. “Oh—fuck.”

He hummed against her, pressing tight, firm circles against her clit before slipping lower, dipping inside her.

She gasped, her fingers flying to his hair, yanking at the strands. “Jack—fuck—please.”

He moaned against her, sucking harder, his hands holding her legs wide open as he ate her like a man starved. The way she tasted, the way she trembled, the way she whimpered his name—it drove him insane.

But he wasn’t going to let her come.

Not yet.

Jill was close—he sensed it, how her body tensed, how her thighs quivered, how her moans were turning into desperate, broken pleas.

And then, just when she was right there—right on the edge—he stopped.

She screamed in frustration.

Jack grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at her, his lips glistening with her slick juice. “What’s wrong, baby?” he teased. “I thought you enjoyed teasing?”

Jill glared at him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “You—fucking asshole!”

He let out a dark chuckle, kissing the inside of her thigh, dragging his tongue over the flushed skin. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

She made a frustrated sound, writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

Jack kissed his way back up her body, pressing his cock against her soaked entrance, resting there, letting her feel him.

She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He smirked, keeping his grip on her wrists again. “Now,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers, “let’s see how long you can hold out.”

Jill shuddered beneath him, her eyes burning into his. She had a feeling she would not last long.

And Jack knew it.

Jack’s cock throbbed against her soaked entrance, teasing, pressing, but not yet giving her what she craved. His hand locked around her wrists, pinning them above her head, keeping her right where he wanted her—open, vulnerable, at his mercy.

Jill was a mess beneath him. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, her thighs trembling against his sides. Her slick juice coated his length, mixing with the beads of pre-cum leaking from his tip, making everything so wet, so slippery.

“Jack—please,” she whimpered, squirming against him, trying to roll her hips, trying to make him do something.

He smirked, nudging his cock against her clit, dragging his throbbing head over the swollen nub. “You sound so desperate, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Jill let out a strangled moan, her fingers twitching where he held them captive. “I am desperate, fuck!”

Jack tutted and pressed the tip of his shaft just into her entrance before pulling out, making her cry out in frustration. “Now, now,” he murmured, his tone mocking. “That’s not very polite.”

She arched her back, tilting her hips up, trying anything to get more of him inside.

He chuckled, pressing his cock down, sliding his head through her drenched folds, dragging it from her clit to her entrance, back and forth, slow, deliberate. The slick sound of it filled the room, mixing with their ragged breaths, the soft rustling of the couch beneath them. The air smelled thick with sweat and sex, the heady mix of their arousal making everything feel electric.

Jill’s head thrashed against the cushions, her lips parting on another desperate whine. “Jack—fuck—please, stop teasing!”

He groaned, feeling his restraint slipping. He was rock hard, his cock aching, his balls tightening with the effort it took to not just slam into her and fuck her into oblivion.

But no. She had earned this.

“You think you get to rush me?” he growled, sliding the head of his shaft over her clit again, watching her jerk beneath him, her thighs shaking. “After everything you put me through?”

She gasped, her breath hitching. “I—I was just playing.”

He smirked. “So am I.”

And then, finally, finally, he guided himself back to her entrance, pressing the swollen tip inside, enough to feel her tight heat stretch around him.

Jill inhaled sharply, her body going still beneath him.

Jack gritted his teeth, her pussy fluttering as he pushed deeper, inch by torturous inch. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So tight—so fucking perfect.”

Jill’s lips parted, her moans high and breathy. “Oh, fuck.”

He felt every ridge, every pulse of her walls clenching him, gripping him like she never wanted to let him go. His cock dragged against her slick sex, stretching her open in the best way.

She whimpered, her nails digging into her palms, her wrists still pinned.

He groaned, rolling his hips as he pushed deeper. He sank into her slowly, watching her face twist with pleasure, her body trembling beneath him.

“Jesus, Jill,” he rasped, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers. “You feel—so—fucking—good.”

Jill’s thighs wrapped tighter around his waist, her ankles locking behind him, trying to pull him in faster. “Then—fuck me,” she panted, her eyes wide, pleading. “Hard—please, Jack, I need it.”

He chuckled, placing a slow kiss on her parted lips. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, thrusting deep—so deep—just to make her gasp. “You’re not in charge anymore.”

Jill moaned, her head tipping back.

He rocked into her, keeping his pace slow, agonizing, feeling every pulse, every squeeze of her walls around him. He could not stand it, but he wanted to make this last—wanted to make her beg the way she made him beg.

“God, you’re clenching me,” he groaned, his voice rough, strained. “Like your pussy is trying to milk my cock.”

Jill let out a broken whimper, her body twitching beneath him. “I—I can’t.”

Jack loved this—loved watching her lose control, seeing her transition from a teasing, smug little brat to at his mercy.

“You can,” he whispered, rolling his hips just right, dragging against the most sensitive spots inside her. “You will.”

She mewled, trying to rock her pelvis up, aching for him to go faster.

He smirked. “Getting impatient?”

Jill glared at him, her face flushed, her lips swollen. “I hate you.”

He leaned down, biting her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “No, you don’t,” he muttered. “You love this.”

Her body trembled as he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper, harder, grinding his hips in slow, deep circles that made her wail.

“Oh, my god!” she moaned.

He grinned, panting against her lips. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his fingers gripping her wrists.

She clenched around him, her thighs squeezing, her moans turning helpless.

He groaned, feeling her walls flutter, gripping him tighter, pulling him in. He knew she was close. And fuck, he was too.

“I can’t take any more of this… please.” Jill sobbed, her whole-body trembling beneath him. “Please, let me come.”

Jack gritted his teeth, thrusting harder, faster, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room.

Then his lips found her ear.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, his voice wrecked, his cock throbbing inside her. “I’m going to come so deep inside your tight little pussy.”

Jill screamed, her entire body seizing, her orgasm slamming into her. Heat coiled low in her belly before detonating outward, rushing through her veins in waves so intense they stole her breath. Her vision blurred, sparks of white-hot pleasure dancing behind her closed eyelids as ecstasy engulfed her.

Her hands flew to his back as she broke his grip, nails digging in, desperate to hold on as the first hot pulse of his release filled her. A wild, breathless sound tore from her throat, her thighs quivering against his sides, her legs locking around him, holding him deep as her body clenched greedily, taking everything he gave her.

Jack felt it—felt her pussy clench, tighten, milking him, sending him spiraling. Her walls pulsed, squeezing him in rhythmic waves, the wet heat drawing him deeper, pulling him into the depths of her pleasure. His breath stuttered, his muscles locking up as a deep, primal fever coiled low in his spine, rushing up like a flash fire.

His vision blurred as her pussy clenched him in a vice of slick, pulsing heat, every ripple of her walls milking him harder, dragging him over the edge. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out everything except the wet, desperate sounds of their bodies colliding, the moist heat of her wrapped around him, taking his all.

“Fuck—fuck,” he groaned, thrusting deep, helpless against the force of it. A sharp pleasure shot up his spine, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, every pulse hot and raw, wringing another hoarse moan from his throat.

His body shook as he filled her, every drop claimed by the tight grip of her pussy. The heat of her wrapped around him, squeezing, pulling him deeper, made him shudder, his entire world narrowing to the place where they were joined.

Jill gasped at the sensation, her overstimulated body shuddering as warmth flooded her deep inside. She felt every pulse, every throb of him stretching her to the limit, his cum thick and hot, spreading through her like a slow, intoxicating burn.

Her walls fluttered around him, draining him, drawing him in as if her very being refused to let him go. The heat of it made her shiver, the delicious, primal sense of being filled sending another weak tremor through her limbs.

Jill sighed, totally spent, her head lolling back as the last ripples of ecstasy faded into a hazy, blissful hum. She felt weightless, floating in the lingering aftershocks, still quivering, drenched in sweat and satisfaction.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as the heat of Jack’s body pressed against hers. Even as the pleasure ebbed, she clenched around him, reluctant to let him go, the sticky warmth of his release spreading inside her.

His head dropped to her shoulder, his breathing ragged, his entire body trembling from the force of it.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their uneven breaths, the faint creak of the couch under them, the lingering scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.

Jack’s weight settled over her, warm and heavy, his breath hot against her damp skin. He could still feel the echoes of her climax, the soft, involuntary clenches of her body around him, the way her breath hitched when his fingers skimmed lazily over her thigh.

For a time, neither of them spoke. They just breathed—hearts pounding in sync, pulses still echoing in the places where they were joined.

She was the first to break the silence, her fingers drifting down Jack’s back. She let out a breathless laugh, her voice hoarse. “You definitely won that round.”

Jack chuckled against her skin, pressing a soft, lazy kiss to her collarbone. “Damn right, I did.”

Jill sighed, boneless beneath him. “I think we need to make bets more often.”

He grinned, nuzzling into her neck. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”

She smirked, her fingers curling into his damp hair. “Oh, I never play careful.”

Jack groaned. “Yeah … I know.” He exhaled against her skin, his fingers lazily tracing circles over her skin. Jill’s breath slowed, her body soft and pliant beneath him, completely satisfied.

Then she smiled.

“Double or nothing next time?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t learn, do you?”

Jill chuckled, curling into him. “Oh, baby … I always learn.”