Page 90 of Dead Pretty

I stare at him, disappointed at the loss of him.

He removes the condom. It’s not something I have ever thought of as hot before. But as I watch Jack do it, knowing what’s about to come—hopefully, me again and very soon—well, hell, it’s the sexiest thing ever.

He throws the condom in the waste bin. Taking himself in his hand, he starts slowly jacking himself off in front of me.

Sweet Lawd.

I sit up and wrap my hand around his, taking over, like I did earlier. But only this time, I plan on doing more. So much more.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it, just like that,” he tells me in that raspy voice of his.

I innocently blink up at him and lick my lips. “Oh, and just so you know … what I said before, I was lying. I do like sucking dick.”

The sound of his groan as my head descends, taking his dick in my mouth, is almost my own undoing.

A girl could come alone from just listening to that desire-fueled groan.

He tastes like sex and latex. And I’m not hating it either.

Weird.

But it’s hard not to like anything about Jack.

I work him over with my lips and tongue, bringing out my A game.

He’s big though, and I have never been a deep-throat kind of girl. So, the rest of him that I can’t fit into my mouth, I jack off with my hand.

“Jesus, Audrey. You suck me so good.” His hands grip my head, and he starts thrusting into my mouth. But he isn’t a jerk about it. He seems to know my limits. “Fuck, I need to stop, or I’ll come in your mouth.”

He pulls away. I try to chase him back, wanting him to come in my mouth, wanting to taste him, but he’s not having it.

Next thing I know, I’m on my back, my legs up in the air with his arms hooked around them, holding me in place.

I stare up at him. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.” I pout.

His eyes darken, and he growls a sexy sound. “Later. But right now, it’s my turn to taste you again.”

We’re lying on our backs, next to each other, after that last round of sex. Both panting and soaked with sweat. My tank is drenched through and stuck to my body.

I am actually starting to think that Jack is a robot.

A legit, real robot.

I’ve never known a guy who could go for that long or that much.

I thought it was only in myths and pornos.

Seems it happens in real life too.

I’m not quite sure I deserve it. Deserve him. All gorgeous, six-foot-three fucking machine of him.

But I’m not going to look this gift horse in the mouth either. I might be stupid, but I’m not totally dumb.

I promised myself one night with Jack, and I plan on making the absolute most of it.

Even if that means I’ll be walking tomorrow like I’ve got saddle sore.

It will be totally worth it.