JAGGED EDGE: A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (ALPHA MALE) by Nessa Connor

she felt like a classic seductress now. Something came over her as she found that part of her that other men had tried to bury. The part that Jag called out.
    He embraced it. A glint of heat flashed in his eyes before Jag again pinned her down. He slammed into her with that long, hard cock. Her thighs spread even wider. She was so slick and hungry for him that she could take all of him crashing into her. The sound of their hot flesh slapping resounded through the woods.
    Her core clenched. Her shaking legs wound around him. His lips crushed hers. Another orgasm threatened to break her as Jag’s muscles rippled, his abs clenching too. He looked serene for a moment before his cock swelled.
    Slowing, but still slamming into her, her pussy milked him for all his seed. This moment felt like fate and she wished that he’d never put on the condom in a very reckless moment.
    “I’m coming,” he warned. And he looked a little shocked by it.
    That turned her on so much. Sammi loved the way he watched her get off, as if that was what kept him going. When he saw her heading toward her peak, he put his thumb between them and rubbed her clit savagely.
    They came in unison. He groaned as she opened her mouth to let out a moan, but her voice caught. Her head rolled back, as the orgasm submerged her in a bonding peace with the man she’d loved since she’d learned what love was.

Chapter Nine
    Jag
    The plan to rest didn’t go so well. In the morning, Jag felt sore and stiff, as if he’d hiked the night before. But it was a good sore, like he imagined it was for Sammi. Hers would be more extreme; he wondered if she would be able to walk.
    He really hoped she would, because they needed to get to the top of that mountain.
    She would definitely be walking with a little hitch in her gait, because he’d fucked her hard and long all night. Jag watched her orgasm in every position he could. He did it with his fingers, his cock, and his tongue. All in all, she’d had four orgasms…and in the end, what probably was one long orgasm, a steady state of ecstasy.
    Her body reacted like pouring gasoline on fire. The other guys she’d been with had been fuck ups, that’s all. Jag had needed to wake her up in the night and take her. And she’d been ready for it as well, kissing him with passion that never seemed to end.
    She’d rode on top of him. And he wished he would’ve been able to see her breasts bouncing and her curves shaking, but night had fallen, and he’d only had the sensations of her gripping him, which had definitely been enough.
    Jag had come three times last night. When he’d been with other girls, he’d be lucky if he would ever get off. There was something special about Sammi. Even her pussy conveyed that on an instinctual level.
    She blinked hard as she woke on the mattress. “I’m all sticky. Too bad we can’t go for a dip in that river.”
    He smelled like her, he knew, and he loved that fact. Sammi tasted and smelled delicious. Just from her scent, he’d been trained to get hard.
    Jag dressed. Sammi still hung back in the bed, a Jagged Edge original. It was a prototype created in order to cover as much space as possible, but be compact while folding and still be comfortable. And last night, they’d tested its durability as they crashed into it, over and over.
    “You make me happy,” Jag admitted. “I want to wake with you every morning.”
    Her eyes sparkled and her hand slapped her chest, like she’d been dealt a blow to her heart. “It’s my morning breath that did it, isn’t it?”
    “How charming, Sammi.”
    “Let me grab us some gum. Then we’ll need to wash up…”
    Sammi crawled onto her knees. She let out a long groan when she noticed her stiffness, and, he knew, the soreness between her thighs. Meanwhile he checked her out, naked, on all fours.
    He pecked her with a quick kiss. “Why wash off when we’re only going to get dirty again?”
    Sammi beamed. “Okay, I’m down for that. We don’t