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Jack pulled his hand away from Cindy's breast to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Cindy's back arched, and she groaned while her grip on his hair and back  became a little harder. She was using her nails, but he didn't mind. He  felt no pain.

"Jack," Cindy said, panting. If there was anything else she was going to  say, she must've forgotten all about it as he moved his mouth to her  other nipple.

Jack lowered his hands to Cindy's waist as she gripped his hair tighter,  gasping and thrusting her chest forward, spreading her legs and curling  them around Jack's thighs.

She was thrusting her pelvis against him, searching out friction for her cunt. Holy Christ.

Jack scrambled to put his hand between her legs and rubbed his hand back  and forth firmly but slowly over her clit. Even with the denim shorts,  that touch was enough to make her gasp as he slid his hand up and down  her covered sex.

"Jack," Cindy said, thrusting her hips to meet his hand, but then didn't say anything else as she groaned and fell back.

He was starting to love how she repeatedly moaned his name. "Been looking forward to this for a long time."

She smiled at him, still pushing her fingers through his hair in a  motion he really enjoyed. She touched him everywhere she could get.  "Been thinking about it a lot, huh?"

"Hell yes," he said. He wasn't embarrassed to admit to it either.

The denim shorts were tight against her ass and hips. Jack had to  flatten his hand against her stomach and let his palm slide beneath the  button and zipper. It barely fit as he searched for her wet folds. She  was partially shaved. She really had been planning this. "You're so wet  for me," he said.

"Muh huh," Cindy said, her eyes shut and her head thrown back as Jack  pushed his hand up and down her clit. The few pubic hairs that were near  her slit weren't as rough as expected. They were almost soft. Soon he  slid two fingers inside of that slick, wet space. Despite what practice  she'd claimed to have done, she was incredibly tight, and her walls  clamped down on the digits.

His dick pulsed as if her sex was clamping down on his cock instead.

Cindy suddenly yelped and squeezed her legs together, almost crushing  his hand, but then she opened her eyes, and her body relaxed.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked.

"Yeah," Cindy said, and she was panting again, her hair even wilder than normal. "Keep doing that."

Jack pulled his hand free instead. His fingers were slick and shiny with  her juices, which made him smile. He had to get her shorts off before  this went any further.

Cindy was helpful, wiggling her hips and pushing them off her legs as  Jack yanked them down, and then he was leaning over her again, mouthing  her nipple as he stroked his fingers through the wet folds of her sex.         

     



 

Every moan, every shudder sent wave after wave of pleasure through  Jack's body, and it built up at the small of his back, at the bottom of  his feet, and inside of his cock and balls. If he managed to hold off  long enough to just get inside of her then it was going to be a miracle.

Then Cindy was gripping his shoulder especially tight, digging her nails  into his skin. The pain brought on another sort of pleasure, and Jack  realized she was calling his name, not just because she was moaning. She  was trying to get his attention.

He looked up at her, and fuck him, she looked like a gorgeous woman  who'd already been satisfyingly fucked. "What is it?" he asked. Jack  didn't stop the movement of his hand.

Cindy was panting through her open mouth. "I want...I want you to put  your mouth on me. Down there," she said, her eyes glancing down between  them.

Down there. Such an innocent way to describe it. Jack couldn't help but  feel a little playful as he slid down her body. "Tell me that again," he  said.

"I want you to put your mouth there," she said.

"Right here?" Jack asked, and he stroked his hand over her wet folds  once more just for good measure. He leaned in close, his mouth inches  away from her sex.

The scent of her juices was heavy in the air. Her musk, proof that she  wanted him, was almost too much for him to handle. The desire to lick  her there until she had fistfuls of his hair and moaning loud was  everything, his sole focus. Nothing else in the world existed but the  fact that he wanted to put his lips between her legs and suck on her  until she screamed.

Cindy's eyes dropped shut. She was close already. "Yes, right there."

"But you have to tell me," Jack said.

Cindy opened her eyes and stared down at him, like she didn't understand  what this was about. "I did. I did tell you," she said, and then she  shivered again as Jack leaned in and pressed a brief kiss between her  legs, but he pulled back again before she could get much pleasure out of  it.

"Tell me in a way that I can understand," Jack said.

He could see it in her eyes the second she understood him. Her face  became even redder, but she was still so damned gorgeous. "I...I want  you to go down on me. Suck on my clit," she said, just in case the first  way she said it wouldn't be good enough.

It was definitely good enough. "Your wish is my command," Jack replied, dipping his head and pressing his mouth to her wet cunt.

Cindy arched her spine and grabbed onto Jack's hair as she groaned, and  the second he slipped his tongue inside, licking her deep and tasting  her finally, he could feel her inner muscles clamping down on him in a  tight and pulsing grip as she came hard.

He didn't stop sucking or licking her. He let her ride his face, ride  him until she was slumped down and blinking blearily, red hair spread  all over the place.

Jack was suffering from what had to be the worst case of blue balls that  he'd ever had in his entire life, but he was also smiling wide as he  slid up her body.

"Sorry," she said, as if she'd disappointed him or something. "I was hoping to go a little longer before that happened."

Jack leaned in and kissed her, and he was pleased when she immediately  opened her mouth for his tongue, tasting herself on his mouth. He wanted  to make sure she savored how damned good she was.

He didn't pull back until he was satisfied she'd gotten enough. "We're nowhere near done yet," he said.

Cindy grinned at him, but then her grin melted away. The light in her  eyes went out, and her grip on him was so tight that he wouldn't have  been shocked to look down and see that her knuckles had turned bone  white. "I'm a pyro," she said, and then, as if she'd felt the need to  prove it, she held up her hand and willed a small, but strong wisp of  fire to appear in her palm.

Jack stared at her, then at the flame, and back at her. His heart  literally stopped for a few seconds, a painful sensation, and he had no  fucking idea what he was supposed to do.

He didn't say anything right away. He couldn't think of what to say. The  flame in Cindy's hand went out as she immediately started to cry.



Jack sighed and pressed his forehead against the cold tile wall of the  shower. His hand gripped his cock in a tight fist as the last of his  orgasm shuddered out of him.

He didn't stop the motion of his hand. He worked his erection until  every drop of cum, every ounce of pleasure, was released from his body.  Only then did the muscles in his shoulders and back, the ones he hadn't  even realized were tensing up, relax.

Then the regret sank in.

Jerking off to that memory had been kind of unexpected. It said a lot  about him, that he could still get off on the memory of the woman who'd  tricked him, but he couldn't help himself.

The second his body had been under the hot spray, her face was all he  could think about, followed by memory of how her skin had felt as he'd  fought her in the car. Much more pleasant memories came after that, like  their first time having sex together. It was bad enough that Jack could  masturbate to a woman who'd killed his family, but at least he wasn't  the sort of pervert who would do it to the thought of an unconscious  woman who had just been fighting to get away from him.

Jack quickly washed away his cum from the shower wall, and then he  started soap himself off, pretending as if nothing had happened at all.  She didn't have to know about it. No one did. So it wasn't like it  mattered anyway.





Chapter Five

Cindy listened to the water run through the pipes in the house. Jack  must be in the shower, which was the only reason she was picturing him  naked.

But then she thought about the last time they'd had sex, and how calm and serene his face had been when he'd kissed her.

Why the hell was she thinking about that? It didn't help that it aroused  her either. Her blood flowed hot, down to lower places that caused all  sorts of problems, especially considering she was in chains.

Maybe it meant she secretly had an S&M fetish of some kind. Maybe it  meant she was the kind of girl who got turned on when she was chained  up. But now was definitely not the time to be exploring her sexuality

Was it longing? That was most likely it. She was longing for a time back  when she had everything her heart desired, and life didn't seem quite  as grim as what those other paranormals had painted for her. Especially  when Jack had hugged and kissed her after her confession-and  embarrassing bout of crying-telling her everything would be okay, and  that he would keep her secret.