Page 59 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
“Pinch your nipples.”
She does.
“Harder.”
She moans in response, whether from my command or the act, I don’t know. But it’s so fucking hot.
I reach down and lift her ass with my hands so I can hit deeper. After a few driving strokes Jackie’s head thrashes while her hands leave her breasts to pound on the mattress.
“Flynn!”
The sound of my name echoing in the room has me losing the rhythm, my thrusts slow then fast, then slow again until the chaos of the moment shatters with my orgasm and I grind my hips against hers until she follows me across the finish line.
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Jackie
Flynn drops to his knees, my legs still perched on his shoulders. Sliding one hand from under my bottom, he glides it over my stomach and between my legs, where I can still feel the friction from him pounding into me.
“I’ve dirtied you up again.” One side of his mouth kicks up. “Sorry.”
I smile back. “No, you’re not.”
“No. I’m not.” He chuckles and reaches out his hands.
I put my hands in his and he pulls me up. My breasts bounce lightly in his face. He leans in and softly kisses each peak before standing and redressing.
I watch as he shifts his weight to tug up his pants, his muscles bunching and contracting with his movements.
Good God, the man is the living embodiment of one of the heroes on my romance novel covers. I chance a quick glance at the shelf where my collection rests.Please, don’t let him look over there.
I walk in the opposite direction over to my dresser and pull out some underwear and socks. There are new thongs on the floor from Rose’s shopping spree, but I’m not about to endure that torture again.
I try to avoid the mirror. Lord knows the state of my hair. I chance a glance and sigh. Definite sex hair. I pull it up and try to twist it into some kind of order. Fail.
At least I’m not wearing that sorry excuse for a dress. I’m not sure my co-workers would even recognize me if I’d shown up looking like a bed-headed prostitute.
“What’s with all the new clothes?” Flynn picks up a silk blouse from the floor, wrinkled from our recent exertion.
“Rose bought me a bunch of stuff yesterday.” I tug on my plain black cotton panties, trying not to be fazed by Flynn watching me dress.
“Rose bought all this?” A funny look passes over his face as he takes in the pile of clothes strewn about the room, all with the tags still on them. I’m too busy trying to situate my breasts in the cups of my bra while not looking like a complete idiot to analyze it.
“Yeah.”
Flynn sighs, tilting his head back at the ceiling. He stills. “Fuck, Jackie.” He looks at me and points up. “You do that?”
I’d almost forgotten about my personal galaxy. “Oh. Yeah.” My face heats. He must think I’m such a nerd.
“That’s awesome.”
I let out a breath. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really.” He shakes his head and smiles, the look from earlier gone.
Something comes over me at his look, making me want to share with him something no one else knows. “I… I want to be an astronaut.”
His eyebrows arch. “Really?”
