Dead Pretty - Samantha Towle Page 0,54

he rasps.

“Take me.”

He grabs a condom from the pocket of his jeans and tears the foil open, rolling the rubber onto his engorged cock.

I move to drop my feet from the counter and sit up, but Jack catches hold of them, shaking his head.

“Stay put.”

I lower my back down to the cool surface. It feels good against my overheated skin.

Hands still gripping my feet, Jack lifts my legs. Turning his head to one, he licks a path up the arch of my foot.

Holy hell.

My whole body is trembling and shuddering.

“You like that?” he asks.

All I can do is nod.

He repeats the motion again on my other foot before placing my legs over his shoulders.

Taking his cock in hand, he rubs it between my folds.

Pausing it at my entrance, he stares into my eyes, and then he starts to slowly bury himself to the hilt.

My eyes pretty much roll back into my head when he hits home.

It’s like feeling him for the first time all over again.

I wonder if I will ever get used to taking Jack inside of me and the feelings it gives me … that he gives me.

Part of me hopes I never do.

One of his strong arms wraps across both my thighs, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter.

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.

“You’ve worn me out.”

That makes him smile.

“Need a shower though. I’m all sticky.”

“Same.”

Jack lifts himself up, bringing me with him.

He holds me against him for a moment.

His hand in my hair, the other wrapped around my back, he hugs me.

Emotion packs itself into my chest.

I hug Jack back, listening to the beat of his strong heart.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head and then pulls back.

I really don’t like the feeling when he’s no longer inside me.

I feel empty. Alone.

Like I was for so long before he came into my life.

Jack helps me down from the counter, and then he removes his condom, ties it off, and gets rid of it in the wastebasket.

Leaving Jack, I head to the bathroom and take a shower. Washing my hair and cleaning my body. I don’t like removing the scent of him from me, but knowing he’s waiting out there for me makes it all the better.

When I’m finished, Jack gets in the shower after