JACK: Las Vegas Bad Boys(13)

“Damn girl, where did you come from?” His eyes are on the space between my legs.

“I was here all along,” I tell him, touching myself because he isn’t.

He takes off his pants and all that’s left is his boxers, which are hiding the one part of him I need to see the most.

“Let me see you,” I ask in a whisper. The loft is so silent, so still. It’s only our voices here, our breath. Our bodies.

He takes off his boxers, and his cock springs to life. I could tell from how hard he was under his pants that he had a cock girls fantasize about, but this isn’t even my wildest dreams.

No wonder Ashley was freaking out in public about the breakup. She’s taken this cock plenty of times, and knows what she’ll be missing.

But tonight, I’ll have him in me. And all I want is to be devoured.

“You’re so big, Jack,” I tell him, my breath short as my anticipation grows.

“Does that scare you?” he asks, stepping toward me, stroking himself. He comes so close I can feel his tip against my belly.

“I’m not scared of anything,” I tell him. Because I’m not. When you’ve been where I come from, nothing scares you anymore.

He kisses me again, holding my face with both his hands, and I moan, knowing, now, what is to come.

My body is already thrumming. Ready.

He picks me up with the strength I knew he had, holding me in his arms, carrying me to his bed. As he carries me, I notice my surroundings for the first time.

The loft is open; bookshelves are used as dividers to separate the fluid spaces. Everything is white or wooden, with green plants everywhere. It’s a jungle oasis in this skyscraper. So crisp, so fresh. So natural.

I’ve never been in a house like this. It feels magical, like someone drew this room in the pages of a coloring book ... but somehow it’s real.

His bed is raised from the ground with massive ropes on all four corners. As he sets me down, it swings ever so slightly.

“You sleep on this?” I ask, my head falling against the white pillows, my legs stretched out on the duvet.

“I do, but you won’t be, not tonight.” He follows me onto the bed, hovering above me. His cock is so thick, the only thing between us.

“Show me what we’ll do tonight.” I spread my legs, my pussy so ready, so wanting.

On his knees before me, his inked-up arms run down my torso, stopping at my thighs. He smacks them gently, then his hands grip my ass.

I gasp, my back arches.

He smiles.

He runs a hand over my opening, teasing me. Delighting me. Fingers slip into my folds, circling my pleasure spots.

“You like to be touched, don’t you?” he asks softly.

“I do.”

“What else do you like?” He moves his fingers faster, in and out, his thumb against my clit, his other finger deep inside me, pulsing against my pussy walls. “Tell me what else you want, Tess.”

I feel myself release against his fingers, and he takes his hand from me, grabbing my thighs. My wetness glistens on my skin.

He gets off the bed, pulls me to the edge. He stands before me, his bed the perfect height for him to enter me.

I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock is so close to me. I want it inside my pussy. I want it inside my mouth. I want to suck him and lick him, and come all over him.

“I want you to fuck me, Jack, now.”

“Good.” He rolls on a condom, and as he does I can’t take my eyes off his cock. It’s so thick, so long. I moan, my pussy still dripping with desire. I need him in me. “You think you can handle it?” he asks, his eyes on me.

“I’ll die trying.”

He spreads my legs again. My pussy lips are already warmed up, but nothing could prepare me for his rod.

“Oh, God,” I scream, my fingers digging into the bed. Not because I want him to stop, but because I have never been fucked with a cock so impressive, with a cock that filled me up so well.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Because you know you want it.”

“I do want it. I want it so bad. I want your huge cock in my pussy.”

His pecs flex as he pulls my legs over his shoulders, as he thrusts inside of me, just like I asked.

“How bad did you say you wanted it?” he asks, liking the dirty talk—and that’s good, because I do, too. It fulfills my fantasy, the way I always imagined Jack coming in me.

But this is no dream. This is real.

“I want to be fucked until I scream your name. I want to be fucked until I forget where I am.”

That seems to be what he wants to hear, because he comes in me deeper, filling me completely. As he moves inside of me, the bed moves too, and we’re in a rhythm, in sync.

“I’m so close, Jack. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”