Page 88 of Dead Pretty

His head drops down. Lips capturing my nipple, he sucks hard as he gives one good, firm thrust, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm even if I tried.

I scream out his name. My pussy clamping around his dick like a vise. Every muscle in my body seizing.

I’m coming so long and hard that I almost black out.

“Jesus,” Jack hisses. He grabs a handful of my sweat-soaked hair. “I’m gonna … fucking … come.” His mouth kisses mine hard, biting and licking, his hips snapping against mine.

And then he comes.

And keeps coming.

Jack’s ragged groan reverberates through me, like a shot of adrenaline to the veins.

He drops his face into my neck, breathing fast.

I’m struggling to catch my own breath. And find my lost sanity.

It’s on my floor somewhere—along with my panties.

We lie there together, coming down from our high.

I expect to feel regret. Like I did when he made me come yesterday.

But I don’t.

Jack is still buried deep inside me.

His scent and skin all over me.

All I feel in this moment is … sated. Yet unsated too.

Like I haven’t gotten quite enough of him.

I’ve had a taste, and now, I want more.

Hellfire.

Jack lifts his head and looks at me. His waves fall onto his forehead.

“Hi.” He smiles.

I brush his hair aside with my fingers. “Hi.”

I feel shy. Which is pretty wild, considering I just let him screw me to kingdom come and back.

“That was …”

“Like nothing you’ve had before,” he finishes for me, a grin in his eyes.

“I was going to say, good. But we can up it to great, if that makes you feel better.”

“Ouch.” He chuckles, and the sound is easy. It makes me warm in a way the sex never could.

He brushes his lips over mine. “Well, you’re like nothing I’ve ever known before, pretty girl. And that … that was some fucking out-of-this-world kind of sex.”

“So, you thought it was good too?”

He laughs again.