Page 86 of Dead Pretty

“Come here.” He punctuates the word like an order.

And I race to obey, clambering off the bed with the speed of a racehorse. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so desperate for him.

“Kiss me,” he tells me in a low voice.

I reach up onto my tiptoes and press my mouth to his, softly kissing him, sucking his lower lip.

Then, I replace my mouth with my fingers, tracing the wetness I just put on his lips.

I slip my finger into his mouth. He catches it with his teeth, and my insides clench.

I reach my other hand out and touch the tip of his cock, sliding my fingers over his. Jack removes his hand, and I cover his cock with my own.

I start stroking him up and down.

His eyes darken, and I see the exact moment when his control snaps.

He lifts me. My back hits the wall. And he thrusts up inside me.

“Yes!” I cry out at the welcome invasion.

“Jesus … Audrey,” Jack groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“It’s been a while,” I confess.

His eyes meet with mine. He grins. “Lucky me then.”

And he starts to fuck me. Hard. Pounding me into the wall. His tongue thrusting inside my mouth.

There is no finesse here.

Just lust.

I’m almost frantic with desire.

And I’m not alone in this. Jack is in high gear, like I am.

We’re like addicts getting our fix from each other’s bodies.

And I am here for every single drop of what he has to give me.

The sounds of our heavy breaths, skin slapping skin, fill the room.

It’s pure, carnal fucking.

Then, I’m on my feet. Turning. Palms put against the wall. Hips pulled back.

“Spread those gorgeous legs for me, Audrey.”

I widen my stance and glance back over my shoulder at him through the curtain of my messed up hair.

Jack’s smile is all foxlike.

Then, he slides his cock back inside me, and my eyes roll into my head.

His hands cover mine, holding them to the wall, and he starts fucking me again. Hips pumping in and out. Faster and faster.

Until I’m breathless. Sweat dripping from my body.