conditioning.
Her stomach was still tight and firm, hips and breasts still creating same hourglass shape as the last time. He thought he would notice if there were small differences, but he could tell that she hadn't changed at all.
"Ride me, Cindy," Jack said, and he started mouthing at the shell of her ear, knowing just how much it drove her crazy whenever he used his teeth on that sensitive flesh, and he cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They fit just like they used to. " Oh my God."
Cindy's body was coming down on him hard now. She wasn't just riding him now so much as she was tossing him inside a race car that was set to drive off a cliff, and each thrust of her hips was angled so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.
He lowered his hand to help her. The second he made contact her spine arched and she cried out to the ceiling.
Then she really went wild.
Holy Christ. He didn't just miss the sex, he'd missed her. He'd missed her taste and the sounds she made when he was inside of her. She still had him trapped. After all this time and despite everything, he was still hers.
If she ever found that out, then he was going to be beyond fucked.
The bed shifted beneath them and the joints squeaked with the force of her surging hips. Jack fucking loved it.
The only problem was Jack didn't have nearly the amount of control he wanted, and that needed to change.
Cindy yelled in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her and flipped her over, putting her back down on the bed, knees up and around his waist. Her strong thighs squeezed him, and Jack sighed. "That's what I want."
His hips pumped back and forth like they were being operated by a machine. "You look so damn good, beneath me with your hair spread out like that."
Cindy threw her head back and yelled. She moaned and cursed, and flat out bossed him around, which was new. "Right there! Don't you dare stop! Uhhng , fuck me."
"I am," Jack said through clenched teeth, and Cindy really locked him in place when she crossed her ankles together behind his ass.
Fuck , maybe he should've gotten naked. He was wearing too many clothes. He wanted to feel her warm skin all over his body, and the fact that he wasn't, that he could only touch her skin to skin with his hands, was such a damned tease.
He was so close. So fucking close he could feel it right there, just out of his reach and ready to burst free if he just kept on going.
Cindy's hands moved under Jack's shirt, pushing it up his back, and she let her nails claw down his spine, down his ragged scar before his brain could even put together what was happening. The sudden flare of pain coupled with the mind numbing pleasure made his balls seize up almost all the way into his body, and like there was a miniature jet engine inside of him, his orgasm shot through him with the force of a bullet, or a rocket, and Jack bit down on the sheets beside Cindy's face as he came with a muffled yell.
If Cindy noticed something different about the flesh on his back, she didn’t say anything. She was clearly too busy having one of the better orgasms of her life.
Well, he lived to serve, after all, and it was a pleasure watching her face as she came. The inner walls of Cindy's sex throbbed and tightened around him, milking everything out of him and prolonging his torture. She was moaning and thrashing beneath him, sharp nails still digging into his ruined skin, gripping him tight and cutting deep.
Jack collapsed on top of Cindy's chest before he could catch himself, but she didn't push him away or make any complaints at his weight. That was good because he was too drained to want to move.
Her hands were much gentler as she moved them up and down his rough back. The chain was warm in some places from his body heat, but cold in others, which added a whole new sensation to his skin.
They caught their breath. That was the only sound in the room, heavy breathing, and Jack wasn't even looking at her as he kept his cheek on the
Her stomach was still tight and firm, hips and breasts still creating same hourglass shape as the last time. He thought he would notice if there were small differences, but he could tell that she hadn't changed at all.
"Ride me, Cindy," Jack said, and he started mouthing at the shell of her ear, knowing just how much it drove her crazy whenever he used his teeth on that sensitive flesh, and he cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They fit just like they used to. " Oh my God."
Cindy's body was coming down on him hard now. She wasn't just riding him now so much as she was tossing him inside a race car that was set to drive off a cliff, and each thrust of her hips was angled so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.
He lowered his hand to help her. The second he made contact her spine arched and she cried out to the ceiling.
Then she really went wild.
Holy Christ. He didn't just miss the sex, he'd missed her. He'd missed her taste and the sounds she made when he was inside of her. She still had him trapped. After all this time and despite everything, he was still hers.
If she ever found that out, then he was going to be beyond fucked.
The bed shifted beneath them and the joints squeaked with the force of her surging hips. Jack fucking loved it.
The only problem was Jack didn't have nearly the amount of control he wanted, and that needed to change.
Cindy yelled in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her and flipped her over, putting her back down on the bed, knees up and around his waist. Her strong thighs squeezed him, and Jack sighed. "That's what I want."
His hips pumped back and forth like they were being operated by a machine. "You look so damn good, beneath me with your hair spread out like that."
Cindy threw her head back and yelled. She moaned and cursed, and flat out bossed him around, which was new. "Right there! Don't you dare stop! Uhhng , fuck me."
"I am," Jack said through clenched teeth, and Cindy really locked him in place when she crossed her ankles together behind his ass.
Fuck , maybe he should've gotten naked. He was wearing too many clothes. He wanted to feel her warm skin all over his body, and the fact that he wasn't, that he could only touch her skin to skin with his hands, was such a damned tease.
He was so close. So fucking close he could feel it right there, just out of his reach and ready to burst free if he just kept on going.
Cindy's hands moved under Jack's shirt, pushing it up his back, and she let her nails claw down his spine, down his ragged scar before his brain could even put together what was happening. The sudden flare of pain coupled with the mind numbing pleasure made his balls seize up almost all the way into his body, and like there was a miniature jet engine inside of him, his orgasm shot through him with the force of a bullet, or a rocket, and Jack bit down on the sheets beside Cindy's face as he came with a muffled yell.
If Cindy noticed something different about the flesh on his back, she didn’t say anything. She was clearly too busy having one of the better orgasms of her life.
Well, he lived to serve, after all, and it was a pleasure watching her face as she came. The inner walls of Cindy's sex throbbed and tightened around him, milking everything out of him and prolonging his torture. She was moaning and thrashing beneath him, sharp nails still digging into his ruined skin, gripping him tight and cutting deep.
Jack collapsed on top of Cindy's chest before he could catch himself, but she didn't push him away or make any complaints at his weight. That was good because he was too drained to want to move.
Her hands were much gentler as she moved them up and down his rough back. The chain was warm in some places from his body heat, but cold in others, which added a whole new sensation to his skin.
They caught their breath. That was the only sound in the room, heavy breathing, and Jack wasn't even looking at her as he kept his cheek on the
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