Dead Pretty - Samantha Towle Page 0,50
plan on doing more. So much more.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it, just like that,” he tells me in that raspy voice of his.
I innocently blink up at him and lick my lips. “Oh, and just so you know … what I said before, I was lying. I do like sucking dick.”
The sound of his groan as my head descends, taking his dick in my mouth, is almost my own undoing.
A girl could come alone from just listening to that desire-fueled groan.
He tastes like sex and latex. And I’m not hating it either.
Weird.
But it’s hard not to like anything about Jack.
I work him over with my lips and tongue, bringing out my A game.
He’s big though, and I have never been a deep-throat kind of girl. So, the rest of him that I can’t fit into my mouth, I jack off with my hand.
“Jesus, Audrey. You suck me so good.” His hands grip my head, and he starts thrusting into my mouth. But he isn’t a jerk about it. He seems to know my limits. “Fuck, I need to stop, or I’ll come in your mouth.”
He pulls away. I try to chase him back, wanting him to come in my mouth, wanting to taste him, but he’s not having it.
Next thing I know, I’m on my back, my legs up in the air with his arms hooked around them, holding me in place.
I stare up at him. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.” I pout.
His eyes darken, and he growls a sexy sound. “Later. But right now, it’s my turn to taste you again.”
We’re lying on our backs, next to each other, after that last round of sex. Both panting and soaked with sweat. My tank is drenched through and stuck to my body.
I am actually starting to think that Jack is a robot.
A legit, real robot.
I’ve never known a guy who could go for that long or that much.
I thought it was only in myths and pornos.
Seems it happens in real life too.
I’m not quite sure I deserve it. Deserve him. All gorgeous, six-foot-three fucking machine of him.
But I’m not going to look this gift horse in the mouth either. I might be stupid, but I’m not totally dumb.
I promised myself one night with Jack, and I plan on making the absolute most of it.
Even if that means I’ll be walking tomorrow like I’ve got saddle sore.
It will be totally worth it.
“Are you real?” I turn my head to look at him.
He’s smiling. “I’m not sure how to answer that question.”
I shift onto my side, placing my hand under my head to support it. “Your stamina is unreal.”
He laughs.
“I’m serious.” I press my hand to his damp chest. “It’s inhuman. Are you a machine or something?”
He’s still laughing, louder now. He moves onto his side, putting us face-to-face. “You’re good for a man’s ego.”
“And you’re good for a woman’s orgasm count.” I grin.
His hand lands on my thigh. He lifts it, hooking it over his leg, bringing me closer to him.
I like that he needs me near. I like it a whole lot.
“And we’ve only just gotten started.” He kisses me once, softly, gently.
So out of context with the way he just spent the last …
Actually, what the hell time is it?
My eyes seek out the alarm clock on my nightstand.
Jesus. It’s late.
“Do you need to go back to your apartment?”
“Do you want me to go back to my apartment?”
“Stop answering a question with a question.” I lightly bat at his chest, and he chuckles. “I’m not kicking you out. I was just wondering if Eleven needed to be fed.”
“I put her food down before I left for our date, so she’s good.”
“She won’t break out again?”
“It’s always a possibility.”
“You can … bring her over here, if you want to …”
He stares back at me. “Are you asking me to stay the night?”
Looking away, I shrug and bite my lip.
I do want him to stay. But I’m afraid to admit it to myself as much as I’m afraid to admit it to him.
His finger curls under my chin, and his thumb tugs my lip free.
“Well, if you were asking me to get my pussy and stay over tonight, then my answer would most definitely be yes.”
Laughter splutters from me. “Your pussy?”
His brow rises, but I can see the humor in his eyes. “Cat. You pervert.”
“Uh-huh. I’m the pervert,” I tease. “You’re the one who brought up pussies.”
“I like pussies. They’re my favorite.”
I’m laughing harder now. I can’t remember the