Page 7 of Die For Me

“Open that pretty mouth,” he ordered.

My mouth flew wide open and Jack spit at me. His hot spit swarmed around my mouth and went down my throat.

“Who do you belong to, Hana?” His grip tightened.

“You,” I croaked out, almost unable to speak.

He squeezed tighter, and I was getting lightheaded, my eyes fluttering shut—then Jack let go quickly and chuckled as I gasped for air.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Jack asked, smiling down at me.

Endorphins rushed through me, all of my emotions bubbling up as hot tears streamed down my face.

“Yes.” I nodded, my breath hiccuping from the tears.

My nipples hardened and the wetness between my legs slid down my thigh. What thefuckwas wrong with me? Jack almost choked me to death, and here I was more aroused than I had ever been.

Jack chuckled again. “You like being scared, don’t you, love?”

I realized what he was doing now: He was proving to Michael that I wanted all of this, that I was here willingly, and that I enjoyed it.

“Yes,” I answered, still staring up at Jack.

“You’re such a fucking whore. Get on your hands and knees and let me have a look,” Jack demanded, his tone still light.

I turned around on my knees and let my hands fall to the ground. Jack gently grazed his hands on my ass and he moaned; I looked back at him and bit my lip, watching him survey my body. I almost forgot he was filming all of this, but then I saw him pointing my phone to my ass.

“Look at this,” Jack gawked then opened my ass cheeks and let a finger slide into my slick pussy. “You’re fucking drenched, sweetheart. You’re dripping wet for me.”

He sounded so pleased and I moaned. The bliss of my blank mind had returned and all I could think about was how much I wanted him inside me.

“Go on, get down on your elbows. Put this pussy in the air so I can eat it.”

I immediately dropped down to my elbows, my ass now high in the air. Jack lowered the stand, the phone now mounted as he adjusted the lights again, focusing them on my pussy.

“Mmmm, fuck, Hana,” he moaned.

Suddenly, his hot mouth buried into my pussy, his hands spreading me open, and I let out a loud moan. Jack’s tongue dug inside my pussy before his thumb started circling my clit. I knew I was going to come; the build was too much to bear.

“Jack, I’m coming,” I moaned loudly, my hips pressing back against his face, his tongue and thumb going faster.

“Mmmm,” Jack moaned into my pussy, the vibration adding to my pleasure.

I let out loud yelps, the pleasure consuming me and Jack’s tongue and finger doing magic as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

Jack slowed down before he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled; I gasped as I straightened. My back pressed to his chest and his thick cock nestled against my ass.

“I think your drenched pussy can lube me up to slide into your beautiful ass,” Jack said into my ear, then pushed me back down to the ground, my hands catching my fall.

Only seconds passed before Jack’s thick cock rammed inside of my pussy, his pumps fast and hard. I let out another yelp, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain, his size always making me question how he even fit inside of me.

“You like my cock pounding you?” Jack muttered.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned, driving my hips back against him.

“Tell me!” he ordered.

“I love your cock pounding me, Jack,” I cried out. “Harder!”

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