Page 97 of Dead Pretty

But Jack isn’t finished. He’s still licking and sucking, like he can’t get enough of me.

“Jack,” I pant. “I can’t.”

“Yes,” he growls against my pussy, “you can.” He removes his finger, replacing it with his tongue, fucking me with it, while his thumb now rubs over my clit. Back and forth. In and out.

“Fuck,” I whimper, falling back onto my elbows, no longer able to keep myself up.

It’s barely seconds before I feel myself starting to climb to the peak again.

Seems Jack knows my body better than I do.

Because I come there again, minutes later, with Jack’s tongue buried deep inside me.

I’m panting, gasping for air. Limp like a noodle. Shamelessly splayed out on my kitchen countertop.

Jack gets to his feet. His hair is pulled in every direction from my gripping hands. His face glistening with my cum.

He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him.

He likes that because his eyes darken with lust. “Need you,” 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.