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He’s so deep that I feel sure he’ll break me.

“That’s it, Kitten. Take what you need from me. Let me be your toy tonight.”

I rock over him again and hear how wet I am. Jack must notice it too.

“Can you hear how soaked you are?”

“Never—been—this—wet,” I pant, my hips losing rhythm as the pleasure builds to uncontrollable levels.

“Yeah, time for me to fuck you now.”

In one smooth motion, I’m on my back, and Jack’s pushinginside me from above. His face is exactly like I pictured that morning at Jenna’s.

On his knees, he thrusts into me hard and spreads my legs as they rest in the crook of his elbows. “Tell me, did you scream Tyler’s name when he fucked you?”

“No,” I cry.

He thrusts into me again, his dick growing harder. “Who makes you scream, Kendra?”

Falling over the edge, I do exactly that. “Y-you do. Only you.”

His hot cum spills inside me, but Jack keeps moving until he’s emptied all he has.

He collapses onto his elbows, bracketing me in with his arms as we kiss and settle into a peaceful and satiated bliss.

“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” I tell him.

Jack releases a long, relaxed breath. “I’ll raise you by several years. Jesus Christ, you’re fucking incredible. Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KENDRA

It’s not even morning. I know because it’s still pitch-black outside Jack’s window, where I can see the lights from the Brooklyn Bridge shining bright since we both fell asleep and didn’t bother closing the curtains.

When we finished having sex the first time, we went at it again. And again.

Tucked under his arm and pressed against him as he breathes softly from behind me, I squeeze my thighs and don’t just remember butfeelthe things we did last night. I came more times than I could count, and I smile lazily into the duvet, the scruff of his jaw still tingling between my legs.

“Hold still, Kitten. I haven’t gotten it all.”

My stomach flips at the memory. His dirty words, his wicked tongue.

And I’m so here for it.

With no idea if it’s two a.m. or five, I find myself grinding back into his hips, totally insatiable and needy.

I grind a few more times and feel his hard cock between mybare ass cheeks, but there’s no change to the pattern of his breathing.

Fuck, I’m so horny.

Beneath the duvet, I bring my hand to my apex and slide a finger through my pussy, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Are you still wet from my cock?” Jack whispers into the hairs at the back of my neck.

I stroke myself again and reach behind me, searching for what I want.

My fingertips graze him, gathering pre-cum, which I bring to my mouth, and he flips me onto my back, hovering over me.