He grabbed my ass the moment he walked in.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Jack said. He kissed the back of my neck, and I felt a shiver shoot up my spine.

“What have you been thinking?”

I stirred the beef stew I’d been tending for hours. I’d had a lot to do that day, so I’d put on something that could cook low and slow.

“Dirty things. Very, very, dirty things.”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and splayed his hands, so that his fingertips brushed the top of my sex. I shut my eyes and soaked in his embrace. It seemed like heat emanated from his fingertips and trickled down into the spot between my thighs. My pussy grew warm, and when I shifted, I realized, wet. How had he done that?

I laughed. “What dirty things?”

“Oh, I don’t know. All kinds of dirty things. Sucking on those nipples of yours for starters. Did you know when I do the left one, hard, you make this noise like — ”

I swatted him. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh, God. You’re so shy about this stuff.”

I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and shook my head. “Go on. What else?”

“Oh…” His hands slid down, and he cupped my pussy with one hand through my faded sweatpants. “Eating this pussy. I mean, making you come so hard you do that thing where you take both hands and push me away.”

I laughed again. I knew exactly what he meant.

“And then pushing your legs high and wide the way I like, and plunging into you full speed until you’re coming and gushing.”

I was having trouble standing still.

“And then flipping you over and sliding my dick into your ass.”

A spear of excitement bolted through me. “Yeah?”

I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice betrayed me.

He turned me in his arms and kissed my mouth. It was a hard kiss, a deep kiss — a possessive kiss.

“Yeah,” Jack whispered in my ear, and I shivered from head to toe.

“Take me upstairs.”

“But the stew — ”

“Let it stew.” I took his hand.

Upstairs, he undressed me. He took his time and made me suffer. I was practically wriggling with anticipation.

“Jesus, Jack. Please!”

He chuckled. He took his clothes off just as slowly and watched me as I watched him.

“Lay back on the bed.”

I did it instantly. As if obeying faster would get him in gear. When, truth be told, he was going to draw this out just to amuse himself.

He crawled on the bed and moved up close to me. His mouth came down on my nipple, hot and wet, and he drew on it. His hand came down on my ass in a harsh slap. The mix of nipple stimulation and pain was enough to get me insanely wet.

“Again,” I demanded.

He slapped me once more and drew on my nipple again, and I gave a sigh. Just those two hard sucks had been enough to turn me on to no end. “Go down on me.”

“Are you rushing me?”

“Do you want to fuck my ass?”

“Aye, aye capt’n.”

I laughed until he silenced me with a kiss. His mouth was sweet and eager. I’d already been turned on by his dirty talk, so I was nearly ready to pop from the get-go. He lapped at me slowly, flicking my hard clit with his tongue. He sucked it gently and then harder, like the way he had my nipples. His finger parted my pussy lips, and then he slid two digits inside. He curled them and swiftly pumped them inside me, and in no time, I came. My body bucked as I tugged his hair and flooded his mouth with my juices.

He surged up over me and said, “Now I fuck that pussy.”

I whimpered. I was so wet and so ready, I thought I might cry. He held my legs high and wide and did that thing that always drove me wild. He watched, intently, as he slid into me, slow inch by slow inch.

I bucked and growled.

“Patience,” he said, his tone colored with a hint of warning.

When he was halfway inside me, he looked me in the eye, and then plunged deep. I groaned as my body clamped down around him tightly.

I pressed my legs against his sides and held him with my arms. I rocked up to meet him. Every thrust was pressing that tender place inside me that would make me explode.

“Harder,” I growled in his ear and nipped his lobe.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He fucked me harder, driving into me over and over again until my toes were curling and my body hovered right there on the blissful edge of orgasm.

“Baby,” I said, sounding as dreamy as I felt.

“That’s my girl,” he said softly.

He shoved his hands under my ass and tilted me. That small motion made everything better. Every thrust edged me closer. He bit my collarbone, and his nip startled me with a shock of pain. I came, my cry echoing in my ears. I was nothing if not vociferous.

“There it is.” Jack pulled out of me and put his hands under me. He flipped me onto my belly as if I weighed nothing at all.

I gasped for air, trying to recover from my orgasm. He laughed at me. Arranging me on hands and knees, he pushed his juice-slickened finger into my ass as he slid his cock back in my pussy. He fucked me that way until my body was so relaxed I felt boneless, thrusting deeply with his cock and his finger. When he finally pulled his dick from my wet depths and pressed it to my stretched-out asshole, it was almost an afterthought.

He slid into me easily and then clutched my hips with possessive hands. I started to move, and he tsked at me.

“Don’t you move a muscle, love. Just stay like this until I tell you otherwise.”

I obeyed. My heartbeat thumped mightily, and I felt my pulse in my pussy and my neck and my temples. I thought I’d lose my mind, but he finally started to move.

He withdrew so far I feared he’d pulled free of me, but at the very last second he plunged back inside.

His cock hit lovely places inside me. I found my clit with my finger and stroked it, so gently it was almost like a phantom touch.

“I want you to come for me before I let go,” he said. He planted a hand on the small of my back and pressed. The sensation of his weight pinning me drove my excitement higher.

“I could feel his cock pounding into my ass, and it made me dizzy.”

He slid in and out of my ass with ease. I stroked my clit faster. My flicks turned to swirls that became intense rubbing. My breath caught when he said, “Put your fingers inside yourself.”

I stopped stroking myself and did as he asked, pushing my fingers inside my drenched cunt. I could feel his cock pounding into my ass, and it made me dizzy with pleasure. I curled my fingers the way he always did, jamming those two fingers deep and stroking that soft suede knot inside myself.

I made nonsense sounds as I was double-fucked. I’m not sure what I was saying, but I didn’t care at all. He banged into me smoothly, holding my hip with one hand and pushing on my back with the other. It was dominant, animalistic and perfect.

My fingers filled my pussy and pleasure started to beat through me as my cunt grew tighter around my fingers. Every motion increased my pleasure.

“Harder, baby. Faster,” I begged. My patience was shot, and I found myself driving back against his body, getting him as deep as I could.

I came, my cunt milking my fingers.

Jack growled, probably right on the verge. He pulled free of me, and I whimpered.

He pushed me gently onto the bed and rolled me onto my side. He held my top leg up and drove his cock back into my ass. I felt the tip of his cock strike deep inside me.

“Now work that clit. I want one more orgasm from you.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

“You can. I know you can.”

I brushed my fingertip over my clitoris, and my greedy body responded. I pushed back to meet him, and he growled. I clenched my body the way I would if he were fucking my pussy. The tightness made him growl again.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder,” I said. I knew the words would turn him on. I knew they would push him closer. He wasn’t the only one who could torture and tease someone in the bedroom.

I knew without looking that Jack was watching intently. It got him off. He liked to watch his big cock slide in and out of my back hole, to watch it part my flesh and enter my body and plunge deep into my back passage. His strong fingers gripped my thigh roughly. I’d have bruises, I knew for sure. There would be small purple moons along my pale thigh for a while, which only turned me on more.

I hummed with arousal, and my fingers flew.

“Stroke that clit,” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

“Faster,” he whispered.

I moved my fingers faster, painting circles and figure eights. My pussy clenched up tight around nothing at all. Meanwhile my ass was stuffed full of  his meat.

He put his lips against the back of my neck. His free hand came up to grip my breast. He bit my skin gently at first, then roughly as he plunged into me. I pinched my clit and shuddered.

“You gonna come again, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I am. I am…” I panted.

“Do it.” He bit the back of my neck, squeezed my breast and fucked me harder. The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled my head and stole my breath.

I came a final time, trying desperately to catch my breath. He moved his hips faster and held me tighter, and when he came he moaned my name.

I collapsed on the bed trying to get myself together. Jack covered me with his body and grinned at me. “How was that, love?”

“Just perfect,” I answered on a sigh.

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