Page 87 of Dead Pretty

And as I quickly learn, Jack is a mover.

His sex positions last for no longer than a few minutes at a time before he switches them up, shifting me around like I weigh no more than air.

And the fact that he can go for way longer than a few minutes is every girl’s wet dream come true.

He screws me all over my bedroom. My ass and back touch almost every surface in here. Who knew having sex against a window was even a thing? Thank God the curtains are closed, so no one outside can see my bare ass pressed up against it.

Jack wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t a gentleman in the bedroom.

He has the moves and stamina of a porn star on Viagra.

He’s not selfish though. He makes sure I get mine. That I feel every drop of pleasure that he’s giving to me.

Jack is literally screwing every bad memory out of my head.

For this blissful moment in time, I am nothing but an empty mind and an overstimulated body. Being screwed into oblivion by the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on.

I can regret it all tomorrow.

But now … now, I am going to enjoy every hot, euphoric second of it.

I have honestly never had sex like this in my life.

If I thought I had been fucked before …

I was wrong.

So very wrong.

This right here is fucking.

It’s primitive, headboard-banging sex with an alpha male.

We’re on the bed now. I’m flat on my back. Jack is on top of me. My legs are wrapped around him while he pumps in and out of me.

We’re burning up the sheets, the bed … my whole goddamn apartment.

My legs start to tingle. My orgasm quickly building.

But I’m not ready to come yet. I don’t want this to be over.

It’s been going for … I have no clue. All I do know is that it’s been a hell of a long time.

And still, I don’t want it to end. I don’t want my one promised night with Jack to be over.

Not yet.

I try to pull my hips back, needing to ease the contact for a second.

Jack chases me back down. “Don’t fight it. Come for me.”

“But I’m not ready for it to end.” I’m practically sobbing.

I don’t want this to ever stop. I want to live in this moment with him forever.

He grasps hold of my chin, forcing my eyes on his. “It won’t end. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” He presses his hips into mine, kissing me. “Now, come for me.”

He takes both of my hands up over my head, pinning them down.