I suck hard one last time, lingering on the head of his dick, and flick my tongue through his slit, just like Jack’s doing to me.
Oh God.
I can’t breathe.
The head of his dick pops out of my mouth, and he lets out a string of curses just as I start to moan, feeling the burn creep up my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I cry, tears burning the backs of my eyes.
I hold on to Jack’s thighs and push back onto his face as he grips me tightly, shaking his head side to side against my center.
HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.
“Ahhhh.” I fall forward as Jack sits up, still with my hips in his hands, suspending me in the air.
I look back with my cheek pressed against the mattress and seehis face buried deep between my folds, sending me right over the edge.
My body starts convulsing, and with each breath, I let out an ear-piercing scream as the orgasm hits me like a never-ending freight train.
The second I finally stop, Jack’s flipping me over, and I’m scrambling up to finish my job, but instead, he shakes his head. “Need you,” he chokes out, pulling me up and slamming me down on his dick without warning.
“Fuckingfuck. Jack.”
His jaw is clenched and his nostrils flare as he holds my hips down, allowing me a moment to adjust.
And by a moment, I mean a second.
Then he picks me up with force and slides me up and down to meet his hips thrust for thrust with precision, hitting that new-to-me, toe-curling spot. Once, twice, three times as he uses me for his pleasure. Within seconds, his head is thrown back, groaning my name, and somehow a miracle happens: he fucks another orgasm out of me.
“Oh my… ah.” My muscles tighten around his erection, squeezing every drop left inside him. I fall onto his chest and his arms swiftly embrace me as I snuggle into his neck.
Both of us breathing loudly as we try to get a handle on ourselves.
“You did it again,” I mumble against his skin.
He’s rubbing small circles on my back, chuckling into the side of my head. “Trust me, I know. I’m keeping score.”
I playfully hit his chest. “Don’t be daft. You are not.”
“I’m going to start, trust me, because I wasn’t even trying this time. That’s how good I am.”
“Idiot.” I giggle and let out a loud yawn, causing Jack to follow suit.
I roll off his chest and wiggle my body in a silent plea for a cuddle, swiping my unruly hair away from my face.
Without a word, Jack sits me up and braids my hair, using the elastic from my wrist. Then he lays me down and silently wraps my body with his.
* * *
“Mmm.” I sigh groggily as I slowly wake up from my nap.
Holy crap, am I having a wet dream?
I groan loudly as another intense feeling of pleasure shoots through my core.
Can girls have wet dreams?
“Who knows, but this isn’t one,” Jack says breathlessly.
