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"Almost perfect," he whispered. He reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, peeling my panties off so I was wearing nothing but his jersey. The air felt cool against my bare skin, but the heat in Jack’s gaze warmed me from the inside out. Jack slid his fingers through my sopping wet slit for a second, smiling when I shivered. Then he gracefully stood up.
"Come here," he said, pulling me close to him. It was freezing cold in here, but frostbite didn’t seem so bad at the moment–not while he was holding me.
"So, in this fantasy of yours…did I reward you for a good game?" I teased him, my confidence returning as I slid from his arms and unbuckled his pants.
“You did,” he said breathlessly.
Kneeling in front of him–tucking the jersey under my knees so it wasn’t quite as ridiculously cold against my skin–I began to give him a blow job, feeling the thrill of power as he moaned softly. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I pleasured him. He urged me to take him deeper, and I let my throat open, relaxing my jaw, letting him fuck my mouth. He let out a groan.
"God, Kennedy," he whimpered, his voice heavy with desire. "You're incredible."
As I continued to pleasure Jack, a sudden flash of memory struck me–I had done this before, but there was someone else in the room. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, and I desperately tried to recall who it could have been. However, my amnesia reared its ugly head, leaving me feeling unmoored and vulnerable.
"Kennedy," Jack panted, his grip on my hair tightening slightly. "You...feel so good."
His words snapped me back to the present. The cold seeping through the jersey into my skin, the scent of Jack’s cologne mixed with our arousal, and the weight of his hockey jersey hanging off my shoulders. Despite the confusion swirling in my mind, I found comfort in being with him, sucking his perfect cock.
"Ah, fuck, Kennedy, I'm close," he moaned, his fingers massaging my scalp. His praise, both tender and erotic, spurred me on. I ran my tongue along his shaft, my fingers wrapping his balls and squeezing hard—suddenly sure that he liked that.
He thrust into my mouth one more time than froze, his fingers tangled in my hair as he came hard into my mouth.
“Show me,” he commanded, pulling my hair to urge my head back.
I looked up at him, not understanding at first, then it struck me as if I had done this before. I stuck out my tongue, showing him his cum on my pink tongue.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Taking in all my cum. Swallow it.”
I did, seeing the pleasure gleam in his eyes, knowing that his cum was inside my body.
"Come here," Jack commanded softly as he pulled me up by my arms, pressing a passionate kiss to my lips, not seeming to care he could probably taste himself. "You're incredible, Kennedy. Absolutely breathtaking."
"Thank you," I whispered against his mouth.
He led me over to the bench and I glanced around, relieved there still didn’t seem to be anyone in here–I’d kind of forgotten this was usually a public place when I’d sucked his dick. Jack sat down on the bench and pulled me onto his lap, guiding me to straddle him. Our eyes locked as he teased his cock through my wet folds.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “It turns you on, doing that for me, doesn’t it?”
“Always,” I whispered, sure that it was true.
Jack held my hips firmly, guiding me down onto his cock. I gasped at the sensation of him filling me. He was so big.
His gaze roamed my face as I rode him, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. In the heat of the moment, all doubts about my fragmented memories were temporarily erased, replaced by the all-consuming desire that coursed through me.
"Jack!" I cried out, my body trembling around his cock.
He groaned. “You take me so good, baby,” he murmured as he grabbed my hips and dragged me down, rolling his hips up in a way that hit my g-spot perfectly, driving me into a second orgasm. The two of us came together, and he spurted into me before I collapsed forward into his arms.
Exhausted and sated, I curled up on Jack’s lap, feeling the sticky evidence of our passion leaking across my thighs, clinging to my skin. His strong arms wrapped around me, cradling me tenderly.
A shadowy, incomplete memory flickered at the edge of my consciousness. I remembered being cozy and content with him like this, but then someone tried to pull me away from him, their harsh voice calling me a slut. The face remained blurred, unrecognizable. Was it one of the other guys? Or one of my parents?
“You look like you’re in another world, baby,” Jack whispered.
“A memory,’ I whispered back.
He froze, but recovered a second later, rubbing a soothing hand down my back.
"Tell me what you remember," Jack urged softly, his breath warm against my ear.
