Page 98 of Dead Pretty

Then, bracing his hands on either side of my head, Jack starts to fuck me.

There is no tenderness in this. Just like the other times he screwed me.

It’s a good, old-fashioned, lust-fueled fucking.

He’s jackhammering in and out of me.

My breasts bounce beneath my tank top.

I wish that I could take this top off, let Jack see them … me … fully.

But I can’t, and I’m not even going to wish for more when I have this right here.

Him, right here with me. Giving me everything he has to give.

“Fuck, Audrey. I love how incredible your pussy feels. Tight like a fist.”

“Around your big dick,” I add.

I surprise myself, saying it. I like hearing dirty talk, but I don’t usually say those things myself. I’m not really a vocal person in bed. Jack is a talker, and I really do love it. It is such a massive turn-on.

Jack growls, his mouth coming to cover mine as he keeps on fucking me. My breasts crushed to his chest, I drag my nails down his back.

And he fucks me harder and harder.

“Getting close, Audrey. Need you there with me.”

“Yes,” I chant. “Yes.”

And I’m not lying. There is no need for faking with Jack. Because he gets me there every single time.

No matter how many orgasms he’s already given me, my body seems to be primed and ready to go again for him at any given moment.

I feel the impending signs of my orgasm.

“Come now, Audrey. I can’t hold off much longer.”

“I’m almost … there …” I pant. “Jack!” I grip his waist, digging my nails into his skin, as I explode around his cock.

I feel him start to come immediately, his dick pulsing fiercely inside of me.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he was close.

I love that he holds off on coming, waiting for me. Needing us to come together.

It’s sweet. And hot.

So very goddamn hot.

His forehead is pressed to mine. Both of us trying to catch our breaths.

“That was … amazing,” I say when I’ve finally gotten control of my breathing.

“You’re amazing.” He pushes my hair back off my sweat-dampened forehead and presses a tender kiss to my cheek and then another to my lips.

“As are you.” I stifle a sudden yawn.

“You tired?” Jack asks.