JACK: Las Vegas Bad Boys(38)

“What do you mean? You brought her to your parents’ house and didn’t show her your place?” Tess’s nose scrunches up as she tries to understand.

“We came up for less than twenty-four hours, twice. I never brought her out here. We stayed in the house.”

“Why did you bring me?”

“Why do you think?” I kiss her again, this time hard, and she gasps for breath as my tongue finds hers.

Her little plastic sack of clothes falls to the floor, and my duffel bags drops with a thud. I kick off my shoes, and so does she; in this moment, all I want is her naked skin against mine.

“Fuck me, Tess,” I tell her, as my tongue slides down her throat. As my hands dip into the waist of her jeans. “I want your little pussy on my cock.”

“I’m already so wet for you,” she moans.

“Show me.”

She peels off her pants, slips her shirt over her head. Her tits are in a lacy black bra, and a tiny black thong covers her runway. I smack her bare ass cheek, and she quivers in response.

“Spank me again, Jack. Spank me hard.”

I do as she asks, her round ass warm with the heat. She cries out, and I don’t want to hurt her. Kneeling down, I kiss her ass; then I slide that tiny thong down her hips, and I run my hand between her legs.

“You’re so nice and wet,” I tell her. My fingers run up and down her entrance, feeling the juicy wetness seeping from her.

I stand, stepping in front of her. I lick my finger, tasting her sweetness. “I want to eat you out so bad, girl.”

“I want that, too,” she whispers.

“Then sit on that couch and let me make you come.” I spank her ass again, directing her to the leather sofa.

“I want to squirt all over you, Jack,” she tells me as she sits down.

Kneeling before her again, I spread her soft legs, my hands gripping her thighs.

“I want my juice all over your face.”

“Good, because I want to lick it off. I want to put my fingers in your pussy and make you scream. I want to make your body shake.”

“Do it, baby,” she begs. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me now.”

I press my mouth over her cunt, my tongue rolling over her throbbing bulb, and I suck so hard that she’s writhing under me in seconds. I feel her juice begin to pour as I use a finger, rubbing in tight, fast circles across her hood.

She grabs fistfuls of my hair, her back arched in ecstasy, and I flick my tongue over her again and again until she is sopping wet. Until her thighs are slick and soaked.

I press a finger in her, fluttering it up and down, but I know this girl likes to be pounded, likes to feel nice and full—and I like to make her tight little pussy ache as it’s pushed to the limits. Three fingers do the fucking trick, and I’m working her over, her come running out of her, down my hand.

I press my other hand to her covered tits, then I pull down the lacy bra, and her gorgeous tits falls out, unbound; I swear her nipples are hard as rocks. I hold her tits in my hand, as her pussy weeps, and she throws back her head as an orgasm runs through her.

She is drenched in herself, and I fucking love getting her off.

I refuse to stop when she’s so fucking ready.

Dropping my pants and pulling my shirt over my head, I want to see her pussy come even more when she remembers how nice and big my cock is. I want her eyes to fill when she sees my thick rod, ready to fuck her.

“You want that, baby?” I ask, my cock at attention before her. Her legs are still spread, the couch covered in her juice.

“Oh, yeah, Jack. I need you in me.”

She unhooks her bra and begins massaging her own tits, showing me she’s still so horny, so fucking ready.

Good. That’s how I need her, ready and willing.





TESS


His cock is so perfect, and when I lick his tip, I remember the way it felt when he came in my mouth. All I want is that sensation again.

I take him in my mouth, as much of him as I can, and I begin sucking with my arms wrapped around his ass.

“Oh, that’s good, baby,” he encourages me, and it’s all I need to hear. I take him deeper, feeling his veiny cock against the roof of my mouth.

My pussy is still on fire, and I want him to come so I can taste him, but also so I can take him deep inside me, so I can ride him and feel his skin against my own.

His release pulses out, and the salty come coats my mouth as I swallow. Slowly taking him from my mouth, I smile at his hardness. And as I massage his balls, I see him stiffen again.

“Fuck, woman,” he groans.

“What?” I ask, a grin spreading across my face.

“You ruined me for all women, you understand that, right?”

“Shut up,” I tell him, standing, and then pushing him onto the couch so I can have my turn. “And let me ride you.”