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 me.
I dress quickly while he’s in the shower, putting on another fresh tank top and going with just panties this time.
I’m brushing out the tangles in my hair when Jack comes out of the bathroom in just a towel.
“Hey.” I smile at the sight of him.
I put my hairbrush down and climb into bed, getting under the covers.
Jack dries off before going back into the bathroom to take the towel back, and I happily watch his naked butt retreat away.
He turns the light off when he returns, still very much naked. And if I’m not wrong, he’s rocking a semi.
He gets into bed beside me, lying on his back, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, my fingers playing with the line of hair that runs from his belly button to one of my favorite parts of his body.
“Jack?”
“Hmm?”
“Is your cock hard again?”
I hear and feel his deep chuckle.
“You’re seriously ready for round … what are we at now?” I ask, stunned at this man’s ability to get a boner.
“No clue. I lost count,” he admits, and we both laugh this time. “And to answer your question, yeah, my dick is hard again.”
I turn my eyes up to his. “Is it always like that—permanently rocking a semi?”
A grin reaches his eyes. “Only since I met you. I’ve been hard every day since.”
Well, if that doesn’t boost my ego.
“I’ve been wet every day since I met you.”
It only seems fair to share that information with him.
“Fucking hell,” he growls. “Keep saying stuff like that, and there’ll be no sleep for either of us tonight.”
I smile, unrepentant. “Is that a promise?”
“You can bet your sweet ass it is.”
“Then, you should probably also know that I’ve masturbated to thoughts of you pretty much every night since I met you too.”
He moves so fast that I barely get a chance to blink before I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, hips between my legs.
“Just for that teasing, you’re going to do that for me right now.”
“What?”
“Masturbate in front of me. I want to see you get yourself off.”
I feel myself flush all over. But I’m not opposed to the thought either.
Honestly, I really like the thought of doing that for him.
“Fair enough. But only if you do the same.”
“You want to see me jerk off, Audrey?”
I bite my lip and nod my head. I can feel heat rising in my cheeks, flooding down my chest, over my breasts, covering my body.
“You want me to show you what I do every night in bed and every morning in the shower with the thought of only you in my head?”
He’s masturbated over me too? It’s another boost to my ego.
“All these weeks I’ve spent jerking over you. Lot of wasted time really, when we could have been doing this … doing each
