Page 8 of Die For Me

Jack grunted and his nails dug into my hips, his pounding faster and harder, making me scream. As quickly as he started, he pulled out of me and spit dripped down my ass cheeks.

“No lube today, baby. My cock is so slick from your pussy.”

I was still catching my breath and hadn’t registered what he was saying. The few times we had done anal, we always used lube. I wasn’t sure I could take him without it—he was just too big, too thick.

“Jack.” I looked back at him.

His gaze tore from my ass to my eyes.

“You’re too big.”

He smiled and looked over at my phone, then back at me. “The biggest you’ve ever had?” His eyes lit with mischief.

Oh, I see—I have to admit to all of this on camera.

“Yes.”

“And whose cock is the best you’ve ever had? The one that’s pleased you the most?” Jack was smiling now.

“Yours, Jack,” I answered. I had to give him what he wanted. And that was true, wasn’t it? As much as the guilt consumed me, he was right. Michael opened up a whole new world for me; Jack had me consumed in it.

Jack nodded and got up, grabbing my phone again. He also had something in his hand: lube.Thank fucking god.

He let a generous amount of lube fall onto his cock then dropped some down on me. I eagerly waited, wanting to come again, needing to feel him inside of me. He suddenly had a finger in my ass and I gasped—what the fuck was I going to sound like when his cock was inside of me?

“Mmm, such a tight little ass,” Jack moaned, then stuck another finger in.

I closed my eyes tight and braced myself for more.

“Does my fucking whore wife want more?”

“Yes, baby,” I begged, once again forgetting about the cameras and mentally smacking myself; I hated that Michael was going to see all of this.

I gasped as another finger went inside me, wiggling around. My whole body shivered with goosebumps.

“Please, I need it,” I moaned, ready to burst.

“What do you need, love?” He had a smile in his voice.

“Your cock.” I pushed my ass back, driving his fingers further inside of me.

Jack chuckled then removed his fingers from me. I moaned as I waited, feeling the tip of Jack’s cock start to enter me.

“I’m going to destroy your ass,” Jack blurted out before he swiftly and furiously pushed his cock all the way into my ass and started to thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed out, the pain overwhelming but quickly turning into pleasure the more he pumped in and out of me.

“Rub your pussy, Hana. Come for me,” he ordered, almost out of breath.

My right hand went up to my clit and I started to move my fingers around, the sensation of Jack filling me up and the pressure on my aroused clit quickly making me come.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I shouted out, my pussy throbbing with my orgasm.

“That’s right, baby.” Jack gave me a moment as he stilled his hips. Then he pulled out of me and ordered me on my back.

I lay on the floor, watching Jack hover over me with his cock in one hand, my phone pointed at me in the other. I instinctively opened my mouth, lifting myself up slightly with my elbows, as Jack groaned out and his warm cum shot out all over me—my belly, my tits, my face.

“Fuck.” Jack’s eyes were closed as he released the remainder of his cum. He blinked his eyes open and looked down at me. “Filthy fucking whore.”

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