Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

firm suction even as she bathed the head of his shaft with her tongue, then slowly pul ed back until she was sipping on the very tip, watching him careful y. He swore under his breath, his tone ragged, shredded, his eyes flaring with heat as she, just as slowly, took him deep into her mouth.
    â€œDamn it, El e. You have to stop.†Because he couldn’t. He should, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have that kind of strength, not when her mouth felt like heaven and it had been so damned long and he’d been terrified of losing her. “Son of a bitch, baby, I’m losing it here.â€
    The harsh tone fed her own desire, his entire focus, his whole being centered on her, on how she was making him feel, her tongue a hot velvet lash over the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his shaft. The more she felt his pleasure the more she wanted to give him. She was drowning in the need to give herself whol y to him.
    She suckled slow and easy until he was groaning, then switched to fast and hard until his hips pushed deep and he growled a warning.
    â€œYou’re pushing me over the edge, honey. You have to know I’m not going to be able to stop.†Jackson didn’t want to stop anymore.
    She was driving him insane with her hot sexy mouth and the way her gaze locked with his the entire time, wanting him, worshiping his cock, loving him with every single stroke of her tongue.
    El e felt as if she might be going up in flames, burning from the inside out. Her breasts ached, felt swol en and sensitive, and between her legs she was wet, drenched with hot need for him. There was a desperation in her, a drive to exorcise every sexual demon she had. She had to feel Jackson in her body, hot and hard and so real, the love in his mind driving him deep to settle in her and live there, fil ing her up so no one else could ever touch her.
    She felt empty without him, needy and urgent. She had thought she would never feel desire again, never know what it was like to burn for a man, but her body craved Jackson’s, her mind twisted and burned through his, frantic for his touch, for his claiming her. She wanted him to replace the feel of depravity with love, cruelty with tenderness.
    There was a roaring in her ears, thunder beating through her heart as she felt Jackson’s swel ing, his heavy erection growing even harder and thicker. His hips picked up a rhythm with her suckling and he pushed forward, deeper. She relaxed her throat to take him deeper. The moment he felt the muscles wrapping tightly around him, his mind went into another place. She felt the burst of pleasure shaking him, taking him over, the fireworks exploding.
    Then his hands were gripping her hair and he was thrusting, driving forward and her lungs burned for air and the room tilted and she couldn’t breathe, was frozen, helpless, paralyzed, uncertain where she was or what was happening around her. Rage and fear mixed and she began fighting, hitting, kicking as his body erupted, jetting thick ropes of hot seed splashing in her mouth. Her fist landed close to his groin, another struck his thigh.
    Jackson jumped back, his legs rubbery, his body drained of strength. He stumbled, caught by the jeans around his ankles and went down hard. He laid there for a moment on his back, trying to breathe when his lungs burned for air and his body was stil singing with fire. He wasn’t entirely certain what had gone wrong, his brain stil wasn’t working very wel . There was a roaring in his ears that slowly began to fade as he tried to piece together what was going on.
    El e scrambled away from Jackson, crawling backward until she felt the wal behind her. She pressed her hand tight against her mouth, her chest heaving, her throat raw. She realized she was screaming and forced herself to stop. She’d hit him. Hurt him. She’d destroyed something beautiful and priceless and she didn’t even remember doing it until she found herself beating at him with her fists.

    She had to leave. Run. There was no place to go, nowhere to hide from herself, from what she’d done. And she didn’t even know what had happened. She curled into a bal and sobbed, wishing the ground would open up and just take her away.

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    JACKSON slowly sat up, very slowly reaching for his jeans and dragging them up over his hips. El e was a distance from him, her body in a tight bal , her tangle of hair hiding