Page 81 of Die For Me

“Thank you, Jack. These are all so beautiful.” I put my hand to his face and smiled as the tears fell down my face as well.

“There’s one more.” He set down the canvas and picked up the last one, facing it to his chest. “This is how I imagined we’d be reunited. I didn’t know how or when that would be, but all I could think about was having you in my arms again. I knew we’d find each other, whether it be in the next life or the afterlife.”

Tears streamed down my face and my chest heaved. Jack turned the canvas around and there we were, perfectly painted, staring at each other with our upper halves pressed together. His hand was to my face and I mirrored him on the other side. The lower half was our bodies turning into dust, drifting away in the wind.

All I could do was wrap my arms around him and bring my lips to his. His full, pouty lips hungrily attached to mine and the canvas dropped to the floor as he put his hands to my face, pulling me in even closer. His hands stripped off my clothes as I did the same for him. Then we backed onto the wall where he lifted me, and I entwined my legs around him. I ran my hand through his hair before his hard cock fully plunged inside of me. I bounced myself up and down, helping him with his thrusts, never parting my lips from his. He quickly stopped and carried me over to the kitchen counter, setting me down carefullybefore getting to his knees and pressing his hot mouth onto my throbbing clit, flicking his tongue around and instantly making me come.

“Baby,” I moaned, and he continued, looking up at me and smiling as he made me come for a second and third time.

“Jack,” I breathed out. “Hurt me like the night of our wedding party.”

He stopped and looked at me quizzically. “No.” He shook his head. “I can’t.”

I frowned. “Please. I’m sober. I can handle it, and if I can’t, I’ll use my safe word.”

Jack shook his head and stood, his eyes full of concern. “Why would you want me to do that again?”

I bit my lip; I wasn’t sure why. “Maybe…a mixture of curiosity and horniness?”

He smiled at me but still shook his head. “No, sweetheart. It was wrong then. I was holding onto too much anger and took it out on you. I don’t want to recreate that night anymore,” he explained. “But there is something Icando.”

I perked up.

“First: your safe word?” His eyes showed that hint of darkness in him, and maybe that’s all I wanted when I asked him. Maybe I felt he was being too soft on me since I returned.

“Red.” I smiled.

He nodded and pressed his lips against mine. I could taste myself on him. He quickly let go of me and fisted my hair tightly in his hand.

“Get on your knees, love,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and deep.

He guided me off the counter, and I quickly got on my knees. His hard cock was suddenly in my mouth, and Jack roughly face fucked me, bobbing my head back and forth with his grip.

“Mmm, fuck. You’re such a naughty whore, aren’t you?” he asked, keeping his pace.

He let go of my hair, and I gasped for air as I looked up at him, drool dripping all over my mouth and running down my body. He quickly slapped me and took my hair again.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” he growled.

“Yes, Jack. I’m a naughty whore,” I breathed out.

He smiled, causing my whole body to tingle with butterflies. “Get on all fours.”

I turned around and got onto my hands and knees, waiting for his touch. He quickly slapped one side of my ass then the other, and I let out a yelp each time. He suddenly grabbed my hair with his hand and pulled back, making me sit up and then stand. He gripped my throat with one hand while the other still held my head back.

“You still love how rough I can be, don’t you?” he asked quietly in my ear.

“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to breathe with his hand pressing against my throat.

“You love the pain I give you, don’t you?” he went on.

I nodded as much as I could, getting lightheaded before he let go and I gasped for air. He was suddenly inside me, his cock deep while he pulled my hair back with one hand and slapped my tits with the other. His hand inched down to my pussy as he furiously pounded me. He rubbed my clit with fervor, forcing me to come quickly and loudly.

“Whose pussy is this, Hana?” he moaned into my ear right after my orgasm slowed.

“Yours, Jack,” I breathed out.

“Say my name again, sweetheart.” He was almost out of breath.

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