Page 177 of Don't Leave Me

I never wanted to see Jessica again but I knew she’d be at the party. Maybe Jack’s other family members weren’t as bad as the two-timing, sneaky sister that I had so badly wanted to be friends with.

“That I don’t know. I’ll speak with them tomorrow. It’s too early there now,” he glanced over at the clock that I hadn’t noticed in the kitchen - it was only midnight.

I nodded again. “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

Jack rubbed his hand up and down my arm. “I plan to fuck you in every inch of this house. And if we have time after that, we will go into town,” he glanced down at me, his pouty lips making my stomach flurry.

“I like that plan,” I nuzzled my face his chest.

I heard Jack moan before he lifted me off the couch and into his arms. He headed to the enclosed patio and threw me on the couch, his wicked grin igniting the wetness between my thighs.

He quickly peeled my jeans and panties off and lifted my legs high up in the air. Seeing his toned arms holding my calves up to his chest had me moaning already.

“So fucking eager for my cock already, sweetheart?”

I moaned. “Yes,” I lifted my hips up.

Jack grinned. “Do you want me to treat you like the whore you are?Mywhore? My fucking whore wife.”

He would never get tired of calling me his wife. I was starting to get used to it.

“Yes, please,” I begged, turned on from his voice alone.

I could feel his thick, erect cock on my thighs between his boxer briefs. He quickly took his hand to remove the barrier between us and then let my legs fall around him. Suddenly, he grabbed my throat with one hand and the other was down at my drenched pussy.

“I’m going to make you come just like this, sweetheart,” he declared before sticking his middle finger inside of me, his thumb circling my clit.

He started to squeeze his hand harder around my neck.

“You look so fucking pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

I started to get lightheaded, but I trusted him completely.He wouldn’t hurt me, not right now.I could feel my orgasm building as he slowly kept squeezing tighter and tighter, his thumb going faster. Jack flashed his dimples, his eyes wild with lust as he bit down on his lower lip as he watched me. I suddenly felt the spasm building deep in my core, my thighs clenching as I reached my climax. I let out a deep, gravelly noise within my chest and then felt Jack release his hand from my throat. I kept riding his hand as my hips slowed, my eyes never once leaving Jack’s. He lifted his fingers up to his mouth and tasted me as he started to stroke himself.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, so I did, and I jumped when I felt the spit from his mouth drop into my mine.

I was almost ashamed at how much that turned me on.

Jack smiled again. “My dirty fucking wife,” he beamed, then grabbed my hips and turned me over onto all fours.

I suddenly felt Jack grab my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and he pounded himself furiously and wildly into me. I heard myself gasp, his hard, sudden pounding surprising me.

Jack quickly bunched my hair into his hand and pulled, lifting me up so my back was against his chest, still pumping into me frantically. I felt a hard slap against my breast before Jack had his hand wrapped around my throat again.

“Come on, Hana. Come for me again. I want you screaming my name,” he muttered into my ear, almost out of breath.

I didn’t need any more than that - I came quickly, my moans loud as I screamed out his name, the waves of my orgasm clenching all over him.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come all over this cock.” And suddenly, he was moaning, tugging my hair back furiously and digging his nails into my hip.

His thrusts slowed down, then he pushed me onto the couch and back on all fours. I felt his hot mouth press against my slippery wet spot and I knew I was going to come yet again.

“Round two, sweetheart.”

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Chapter 48

Jack let me text my mom before we started to pack to head to Greenwich. I wanted to warn her about our arrival - and to possibly have her ease some of the apprehension that I knew my dad would have about Jack. When he first met Michael, he didn’t warm up to him easily, but it was done only because they both bonded over golf. What would Jack and my dad have in common? Jack was a British musician and painter and my dad was a conservative hedge fund cowboy that didn’t even let me drive to prom alone with my prom date. I knew my mom would probably open up to Jack, but my dad was not so easily persuaded.

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