Page 54 of Hannah and the Hitman

“You can take it.”

I wasn’t afraid of a little D, but I doubted I’d be walking right tomorrow. But that was a tomorrow problem.

Shifting on my knees, I got so I was right over his hips. Rising up on my knees, I hovered over that broad, latex covered head.

“Hannah,” he said, and my eyes met his.

I knew what he wanted. To see me as I took him inside. I lowered down onto him, stretched wide as I went. I had to lift and lower to get him into me, it was a tight fit.

His jaw was clenched, eyes flared. I licked my lips, knowing this would take a while.

I whimpered at the hard feel of him and then I was in the air and then on my back.

Jack was over me and then filled me with one rough, deep thrust.

“FUCK!” he shouted.

I moaned, like the sluttiest whore in existence as my inner walls clenched and rippled around him, trying to adjust.

He held himself still. Our breaths mingled.

My heels pressed into his thighs. My legs spread so wide.

“Jack, move. Please.”

He must’ve seen something in my eyes to know I was okay, that I was desperate, because he did.

Hooking the back of my knee over his elbow, he started to fuck me. There was no other word for it. This wasn’t making love. This was raw and sweaty and noisy and… amazing.

That electricity between us crackled and popped the closer I came to orgasm. Again. Three times!

He slowed long enough to lick his thumb and lower to his forearms to reach between us and rub my clit. Ourbodies pressed fully together, and he took a nipple into his mouth as he fucked into me, making both of us come like it was his job.

And he took us both to Pound Town.

Number three on my list.

“Catch your breath,” he said, kissing between my nipples. “We’re just getting started.”

37

JACK

While the coffee brewed, I grabbed my phone, checked the messages.

I leaned against the counter and felt Pancake weave in and out of my jean clad legs wanting attention. I’d never shut him out of my room before. I’d never had a woman in my apartment, let alone my bed before either. Now he was not amused at being neglected, the snooty bastard.

I didn’t really have friends and Dax knew better than to fuck with me while I had Hannah all to myself. The only message that was there was from another Vegas number.

“Fuck,” I muttered, pressing my thumb to the screen to open the message.

I have another project.

Hannah was in my shower.Naked, well fucked and washing my cum from her skin. We fucked twice, then slept, then fucked some more. This morning, I woke up with her good girl mouth on my dick. She hadn’t been able to take all of me and had chosen for me to paint her tits with my cum instead of swallowing.

I didn’t hold it against her. In fact, coating her skin felt like a claiming. It had been one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

I looked forward to when we could forgo condoms and I could have it deep inside her. The thought of watching it drip out of her well-used pussy made me hard. Again.