Page 3 of Jackass

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he crooned, licking up the side of my neck. “Let me hear that dirty mouth I know you have.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jack. I want to you to make me come so hard that I’ll never forget your name.”

“Damn, baby, your wish is my pleasure.” He groaned, spinning me around as he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. His tongue slipped between my lips and tangled with mine.

Pulling back from the kiss, he licked his lips and demanded, “Get undressed and lay on the bed.”

I followed his order without hesitation.

This is what I was here for.

After quickly shedding my clothes, I climbed on the bed and laid on my back. I laid there and watched Jack remove hisshirt as my eyes traveled the length of his torso, slowly gazing over every dip, curve, and tattoo. He removed his boots and jeans, pulling a condom from his wallet and throwing it onto the bed.

Shit.

I hadn’t counted on that. I always assumed bikers wouldn’t focus on protection.

The condom was forgotten the moment Jack lowered his boxers.

In fact, all thoughts left me as I watched him stroke himself.

“See something you want?” he asked with a smile.

He sure was a cocky son of a bitch, but that should benefit me.

“I liked what I saw when you still had your clothes on. All this is just the cream on top, though inside would be better.”

His eyes widened with surprise at my words.

Crawling over me, he settled between my legs. His lips descended on my shoulder, making their way across my collarbone and down my chest.

“Your tits are perfect,” he said, taking a nipple between his teeth.

He bit down, and I whimpered. Licking over where he bit, he then sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned and arched my back. It had been so long, I was already on the brink. It wouldn’t take much for me to fall over the edge.

“So responsive. I love hearing you moan and whimper. I’m gonna love hearing you scream with my dick buried in your pussy.” Jack’s dirty talk was on point.

“Jack, please,” I begged, pushing his shoulders, urging him lower.

“You want my mouth, baby?”

“Yes.”

Jack kissed down my belly. Kneeling on the end of the bed, he spread my legs out wide and stared at my center.

“Damn, that’s a pretty pussy,” he drawled. “All pink and glistening.” He leaned down and swiped his tongue through my folds.

I cried out when he sucked my clit between his lips.

Then, as he moved to lick at my entrance, his thumb strummed my clit.

I felt the pressure building. My hips bucked against him as he laid a heavy arm across my torso to hold me down.

His tongue moved to my clit.

He pushed a finger into me.

“Jack, please…”

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