Assassin In My Bed
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I know where that blood’s going, Amber thinks, and the desire begins to outweigh the fear once again. Jack brushes his cheek against hers. Amber strokes his rust colored beard, making Jack growl. He doesn’t seem like a killer. She rakes her fingers through his thick hair. Don’t fool yourself, Amber. He’s being nice because he wants to fuck you.
Jack’s demeanor has changed. He’s no longer light and flirtatious. There’s a seriousness to him, like he’s ready to close the deal. He takes Amber’s wrist, and pulls her hand to his lap.
“I’ve been watching you flit around in that short uniform all night. This is what you’ve done to me.” Jack presses her hand against his erection. It grows stiffer under her touch. He clenches his teeth together, determined to keep control of himself. It’s been so long since he’s fucked, he wants to take his time and enjoy it. Amber finds the shaft and tightens her fingers around it. It flinches in her hand, causing her to suck in air through her teeth. Jack feels her body heat rise. She begins to stroke him. Jack gently removes her hand.
“Unbutton your dress,” Jack says, his voice thick and gruff. He slides back in the booth to get a better look at her. This girl is fucking beautiful, he thinks. Everything about her is soft, her tits, of course, and also the soft slope of her waist, her full lips, her light brown hair that falls in gentle waves down her back. As Amber frees the top button of her dress, exposing her creamy cleavage, Jack regrets the fact that he’ll only have one night with her. Any more than that would be dangerous. “The next one,” Jack says.
Amber lets the next button go. The dress pops open, revealing her light pink lacy bra. Jack can see the darker shading of her nipple through the sheer fabric. He hooks his thumb into one of the cups and pulls it down. Her stiff nipple pokes over the top. Jack pinches it lightly and quickly, but it’s enough to elicit a moan from Amber’s lips.
What if I really was Pete Shepherd? I could settle here, buy a house, buy this diner. Marry Amber. She’d bake cupcakes and moan like that for me every night.
Jack shakes his head furiously. Amber wonders if it’s something to do with her. Maybe he’s fighting with the demons inside of him. He turns back to her with laser like focus. Ambers breath is shallow as she waits for him to tell her what to do next. She’s growing impatiently horny. She’s dying to feel Jack’s hands all over her body. She’s had a little of his touch, but she needs more. Jack is still staring her down, absorbing her image. She makes a move towards him. Jack snaps, grabbing both of her shoulders and pinning her against the booth. His face is no more than an inch away from hers.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growls.
Amber melts into the booth. This should scare her, and if she wasn’t so full of dark desires, it would have. Instead, it’s an incredible turn on, being in the possession of this powerful man. Jack’s the kind of man she dreams about, fantasizes about, handsome, strong, and dominant. Amber leans her head back, showing her submission. Jack smiles, and rewards her with a wet kiss on the neck. She has to clench all of her muscles to keep from coming right there.
Jack pulls away from, and stands from the booth. He pulls Amber out, then easily lifts her and lays her back on the table. With his hands on both of her knees, he coaxes her legs open, and peers beneath her dress. She’s wearing plain white panties. Jack almost has to laugh. This working class, milk fed woman is something right out of his fantasy, a soft, pliable innocence that can be so easily corrupted. He watches those panties as he presses his thumb against her clit. Soon enough, a wet spot forms and spreads across the fabric. Amber is writhing on the table, holding both of her tits. He takes out his cock, shoves her panties to one side, and prepares to plunge inside of her.
“You ready for me?” he asks.
Amber cranes her head back, her eyes on the ceiling. “Yes, Jack.”
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