Surrender To Sin: Erotica Collections

Ride Me,, Jack

(Isabella's pov)

The second Jack’s lips touched mine, everything else disappeared. His mouth was warm, confident, and tasted like salted popcorn and pure temptation.

I knew this was dangerous—my stepbrother, living under the same roof, our parents newly married—but my body betrayed me completely. I kissed him back, letting out a soft, needy whimper as his hand cradled the back of my neck, tilting my head exactly how he wanted.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, I pressed my forehead to his.

“Jack… we really shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

My hands were still clutching his t-shirt, refusing to release him.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his deep blue gaze dark with desire.

“I know,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Tell me to stop right now and I’ll walk out of this room. But the way you’ve been looking at me for weeks… the way your cheeks flush every time I walk into the kitchen… I don’t think you want me to stop, Izzy. Am I wrong?”

I bit my lip, heat flooding my face and spreading down my neck.

“You’re not wrong,” I admitted softly. “I’ve tried so hard not to think about you like this. But every time you smile at me or brush past me in the hallway, I get so… wet. It’s embarrassing how much I want you.”

Jack’s breath hitched. “f**k, hearing you say that…” He kissed me again, slower this time, but deeper, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made my toes curl. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve lain in bed thinking about you. Wondering what you sound like when you come. What you taste like.”

His words sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to my core. I moaned into his mouth and slid my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. “Then show me,” I whispered boldly against his lips. “I want to know too.”

With a low groan, Jack gently pressed me back against the pillows, his body hovering over mine. The weight and heat of him felt incredible.

One of his hands roamed down my side, slipping under the hem of my thin tank top. His rough palm grazed my stomach, making my muscles flutter.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, kissing along my jaw. “So warm.” His hand moved higher until he cupped my bare breast, his thumb brushing over my already stiff n****e. I gasped sharply, arching into his touch.

“Jack… that feels so good,” I moaned. “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my neck as he kissed and nipped at my skin. “But teasing you is half the fun. I want to hear you beg a little.”

He pinched my n****e gently, rolling it between his fingers until I was squirming beneath him, my thighs pressing together desperately.

“Please,” I breathed. “I need more.”

Satisfied, he pushed my tank top up and off, exposing me completely.

His eyes darkened as he took in my full breasts. “God, Izzy, look at you. Perfect.”

He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one aching n****e before sucking it into his hot mouth.

“Oh my god!” I cried out, my fingers tangling in his shaggy blonde hair. The wet heat of his mouth sent jolts of pleasure straight between my legs. He switched to the other breast, sucking harder while his hand kneaded the first.

I was soaked—my sleep shorts clinging uncomfortably to my slick p***y.

Jack noticed my restlessness. His hand trailed down my stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of my shorts.

“You’re squirming so much,” he said, voice rough. “Tell me how wet you are right now.”

“So wet,” I whimpered. “I’ve been like this since you walked into my room. Please touch me.”

He groaned and slipped his hand inside my shorts, his fingers gliding over my smooth, dripping folds.

“Holy s**t, Izzy. You’re absolutely soaked.” He circled my swollen c**t slowly, making my hips buck. “Is this what you’ve been fantasizing about? My fingers on your pretty little p***y?”

“Yes,” I gasped, rocking against his hand. “I’ve touched myself thinking about you… imagining it was you.”

“f**k,” he growled, pushing one long finger inside me, then another. He curled them perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb kept rubbing my c**t. “You’re so tight. So hot. I could do this all night—listen to you moan my name.”

The pleasure built fast and intense. My thighs trembled around his hand as I gripped his shoulders. “Jack—I’m so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered hotly against my ear, pumping his fingers faster. “Let me feel you come all over my hand.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me hard. I cried out his name, my walls pulsing around his fingers as intense pleasure ripped through my body.

Jack kept stroking me gently through every aftershock, kissing me softly until I came down, flushed and trembling.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, tasting me while holding my gaze. “You taste even better than I dreamed,” he said, voice thick with lust.

I pulled him down into a messy kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. My hand brushed over the massive bulge straining against his jeans, and he hissed in pleasure.

“Keep going?” he asked, eyes burning into mine.

I nodded, heart racing with both nerves and excitement. “I don’t want to stop tonight.”