Page 124 of Pretty Little Things


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Something’s changed.

Maybe he really is sorry for what he did.

He points a ringed finger at my breasts, then strokes over, pinching and twisting my nipples. And I moan.

“This is how I like your tits, exposed and presented to me.”

He flips up my skirt, completely exposing me, and he yanks my panties hard to the side, ignoring my small yelp.

“Panties should be banned on you. At the gala you went commando. That’s what I like.”

“I’ll put it on my list ofthings Jac wantsand tuck it away amongst my pile ofno fucks to givein the cupboard markednot happening.”

Jac kneels in front of me and sucks hard on one nipple and then the other. “These would look seriously good pierced. Rings in your labia.”

“I don’t have a piercing fetish,” I snap as his hand slides up my thigh to brush light against my pussy, making me want to moan. “That’s you.”

“MG, you’ve got a serious fetish for mine. Especially the one in my cock.”

The moan slides free. He’s right. I do. I fantasize about his cock and how its piercing works me.

He sucks hard on the other nipple, and then sitting back, he stares at my pussy. “Forgive me for losing it when I hurt you, I’ll worship your gorgeous cunt. I’ll make you come let’s say…three times, just from my mouth, and I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”

“Jac…”

How both him and Hendrick can make me so wet, so lustful, so fucking full of fantasies and need for them in different ways, is beyond me.

I’m here, desperate for everything. Oh God, what if—

He pulls the lips back hard, exposing me, pinning me. “Pink and pretty and fucking wet. Tight.” He reaches in, fingers hooking just in me, and he pulls me open that way too. “I can see it, the tightness.”

And then he starts to lick me. He starts low, hard, his tongue velvet rough, and he runs up from my perineum to my clit, then down. Next, he shifts and starts to suck hard on my lips, pulling them from my body, deep into his mouth. His tongue strokes inside and the fires leap.

I’m shaking. A tremor moving through my bones. My blood’s hot and sparking, pulse points throbbing, and every nerve ending is turned like red-hot sunbursts to my pussy, like it’s a sunset supernova by Jac’s talented mouth.

He sucks my clit hard. Then he circles his tongue on it. He sucks harder. Deeper. Thrums his tongue. Soon he’s doing this with abandon. It’s rough and relentless, and a storm whips up wild and makes my body sing and my clit throb hard. I’m hit by a high, clear note of pleasure as I come.

Jac doesn’t stop. He keeps going. He uses his weight and build to hold me down, hands on my thighs to stop them moving. I make small sounds.

It’s too much. I’m too sensitive. Jac is the worst monster.

Another orgasm hits and I scream a little. This time, as the hard wave hits it morphs out, I push my pussy up and into his face.

Jac keeps going. He sucks and thrums and licks, and I’m high, I’m rolling. I’m nothing but a sea of impossible pleasure that’s everything at once. And I burst again, a full body orgasm that makes me buck and jerk in the chair.

He looks up. “What the fuck, let’s say four, a bonus.”

This time, he uses his fingers. He starts to thrust into me, hard. It’s rough and wild, and he sucks and licks and bites until I’m shuddering, crying, pushing at him as much as I can, and trying to get more. And he just does Jac. Does what he wants.

And what Jac wants is sublime.

This time, I scream so loud it echoes out, and because his fingers are in me, I clench down on them, hard, over and over again.

When it’s done, he finger fucks me hard a few more times, then leans down and licks up all my juices.

“Taste yourself, MG.”

He kisses me. An open-mouthed kiss, and it’s pure Jac and me. It’s dirty. Hot. Beautiful.

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