Page 96 of Dead Pretty

Jack steps closer to me. His hands wrap around my feet, and he lifts them up, setting my heels on the countertop.

I’m wide open and exposed to him.

“I fucking love how wet you get for me.” He dips his finger between my folds, dragging it over my clit, making me shudder.

I shouldn’t be this turned on.

I’ve already had more orgasms in the past few hours than I’ve had in the last few years.

But even still, my body is crying out for more.

For more of him.

I wonder if I will ever get my fill.

Part of me hopes not. The stupid part of me, that is.

Jack’s eyes are fixed where his hand is. “Need to taste you again,” he rumbles. He drops to his knees on my kitchen floor and buries his face against my pussy.

“Oh God,” I moan, grabbing hold of his hair.

He runs his nose up and down, getting my wetness on his skin.

It’s incredibly erotic. But then so is everything else that he does to me.

His hands move between my legs, fingers opening my folds, exposing my most sensitive parts to him.

“So fucking pretty.”

The tip of his tongue licks my clit. It’s scorching hot. Like every single part of me.

Then, he blows a stream of cool air over my clit.

He repeats this over and over, driving me crazy.

“Jack,” I whine. Needing more. More pressure. More him. More everything.

His eyes lift to mine. The grin on his face is unrepentant. The bastard is enjoying teasing me.

“You need this?” He leisurely slides a finger inside me.

“Yes,” I hiss. “God, yes.”

He starts slowly fucking me with his thick finger.

In and out.

Then, he puts his mouth back on me. With his finger buried deep inside me, he does a come-hither motion, hitting the sweetest of all spots. One I didn’t even know existed until this very moment.

Then, he sucks my clit into his mouth.

And I go off like a firecracker.

I didn’t even see the orgasm coming.

It hits me like the g-force on a roller coaster.

My hips pump against his face, riding the orgasm out until I’m weak and boneless.