JACK: Las Vegas Bad Boys(47)
She’s already sitting up in bed, biting her nails nervously.
“What is it?” I ask, pushing up beside her. “Did something happen?”
“No, I’m just kind of freaking out, babe,” she tells me.
“Tess, the condo is secure as fuck, there’s no way anyone can get in here and get to you. And we have a meeting today with the private investigator to find out where your dad is. Once we know that you’ll feel less scared.”
I don’t tell her that, when I find out where her father is, I am going to personally make sure no one ever fucks with my girl again.
By any means necessary.
“It’s not that.”
“What is it then?”
“I just keep having these weird flashbacks. I don’t know what’s triggered them, but the moment I sat down at that table at dinner, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone there knew me. Or, like, I knew them.”
“One of our friends? I don’t know what you mean.”
“I don’t either. I just felt like something was off.”
“Tell me about the flashbacks.”
“Well, remember how I told you that memory I had as a little girl?”
“When you were sick?”
“Yeah.” Tess nods, pulling the sheets around her more tightly. “Well, in these memories I’m the same age as I was then, and I keep seeing myself at a playground with these little boys. And they were pushing me in a swing. And then I remember a birthday party, where I was opening gifts and then a woman brought out a cake and I blew out the candles. That doesn’t make sense though.”
“Why not? Maybe you’re remembering good things about your childhood so that you can let go of the other horrible shit that went down.”
“That’s what doesn’t make sense, Jack.” She sighs, covering her mouth. “It isn’t my childhood. There were no kids at the compound. I was my mom’s only child. And the lady with the birthday cake? She wasn’t my mother.”
“Who was she? Your aunt? A friend of the family?” I don’t understand what she’s getting at.
“I don’t know, Jack. But I need to find out.”
“Let’s get dressed and meet with the PI. Then we can sort this out, okay?”
“Doesn’t it sound weird to you? That I’m having all these memories now?”
“Baby, you’ve had a really intense month. Maybe going back to your apartment will help center you.”
“Center me? What are you, a yogi?” She cracks a smile.
“Finally, a smile out of you,” I say, pulling her to me for a kiss. “I wasn’t trying to spout off some new-age bullshit—but, damn, you haven’t been to your apartment in weeks. Maybe if you go back there you’ll feel better.”
“I know one way I could feel better right now,” she says, reaching her hand under the sheets, stroking my morning wood.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” she purrs, sliding under the sheets. Her mouth is on my hard cock—and, damn, this is the right way to wake up.
Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, pumping nice and slow, and her mouth takes me deep. I feel my tip hit the back of her throat.
It feels so good … and her little ass is right beside me, so I run my hands over her soft skin. Reaching lower for her pussy, I dip a finger into her folds, loving the way she sucks harder as I start finger-fucking her nice and good.
I smack her ass, my hands squeezing those perfect cheeks, then lift her leg over me, so she’s straddling me backwards. And then I go to town on her pussy.
My tongue licks her slit up and down, faster and faster, to match the rhythm of how she takes my cock. Her pussy drips with pleasure as I add three fingers to her pretty little opening.
She’s moaning now, and I need her to ride me, to really get me off.
“Fuck me, baby,” I tell her.
She lifts herself ever so slightly, and then begins to sit on my cock, my hands running over her back, grabbing her by the waist as she swivels above me in reverse cowgirl.
“You like that,” I ask her.
“Oh, fuck me, it feels so good, baby,” she groans, her pussy pouring out on my thighs, her narrow waist the perfect size to hold onto.
“I’m going to come.” I remember at the last second that we didn’t use a condom, but it’s too late to stop. My come shoots inside her.
“Oh, God, Jack, it feels so good, you fill me up so good,” she pants as an orgasm washes over her. “Oh, fuck me,” she screams as she comes again.
When she climbs off of me, I tell her we didn’t use a condom.
As she catches her breath, she looks in my eyes, hers still dripping with desire. “That’s all right. I needed to feel you in me, Jack. You centered me.”