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lust. 
     
    "I
know you said you're not an artist," I panted. "But I want you to
paint me anyway."
     
    He
smiled, swinging his hips a little faster. "Are you asking me to come on
your tits?"
     
    "Wherever,”
I said. “Anywhere you want."
     
    I
saw his jaw clench as the fire in his eyes grew, but he didn't give away what
he was thinking.
     
    Suddenly
the heat in my clit was more than I could take. "I'm coming," I said,
looking at him standing over me. 
     
    He
narrowed his eyes on me as his balls slapped my pussy. 
     
    When
my orgasm came, I arched my back and threw my arms over my head as I writhed against
the bed. 
     
    But
he didn't just watch me ride it out. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my
thighs and picked up the pace, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash through my
body even harder. 
     
    The
sensations of him hammering against my orgasm made my mind go blank. I couldn't
hear or see anything. All I could do was focus on the power of him inside me as
my body did everything it could not to shut down. 
     
    "I'm
gonna come," he said. 
     
    I
swallowed and braced myself, not knowing what he would do with my open request.
     
    But
a moment later, he pulled out of me and grabbed his dick, pointing it at my
belly and groaning with every burst of pleasure he shot over me. 
     
    And
when I saw the way his seed looked strewn across my belly, I felt like the
sexiest woman on Earth.

Chapter
16: Jack
     
     
     
    My
come across her belly was as white as the shell charm hanging between her tits,
and seeing her decorated by my passion for her was even more satisfying than I
thought it would be.
     
    She
was smiling when I looked in her eyes. It was the kind of lazy smile that only results
from a body draining orgasm. 
     
    "How
do you feel?" I asked, lying on my side next to her. 
     
    "Like
keeping you forever as my sexual prisoner." 
     
    "I
don't think I would qualify as a prisoner if I'm happy to stay of my own
will."
     
    "Whatever,"
she said, rolling her head towards me. "If it makes you feel better to
believe I'd let you leave, then tell yourself anything you want.
     
    I
looked down at the glorious mess I'd made over her and dragged my finger
through one of the streaks before holding it over her lips. 
     
    She
took it in her mouth and kept her eyes on me as she sucked it clean. 
     
    "It
would be a shame for you to go to all that trouble and not get a taste," I
said.
     
    "I
couldn't agree more."
     
    "Is
that the bathroom?" I asked, nodding towards a door in the corner of her
room. 
     
    "Closet,”
she said. “That's the bathroom behind you."
     
    "Don't
move," I said, rolling over.
     
    “I’m
not sure I could if I wanted to.”
     
    I
got off the bed and went into the bathroom to get something to clean her up
with, discovering- much to my surprise - that she was the proud owner of a
sizeable bathtub. I turned around and leaned back in the door frame.
"You have a bathtub?"
     
    "Last
I checked."
     
    "Do
you mind if I run a bath?"
     
    "Not
at all," she said, her chest still rising and falling beside her flushed
face. "Be my guest."
     
    "It's
just that I haven't taken a bath in years," I said. "Plus, now that
I've made a mess of you, I feel responsible for cleaning you up."
     
    She
sighed. "You’ve made a mess of me alright."
     
    I
turned around, put the plug in the tub, and turned the nozzle on, adjusting it
until the water was warm. 
     
    "Can
I get you something to drink?" I asked, leaning back into the bedroom to steal
a glance at her naked body flung across the bed.
     
    "Aren't
I supposed to offer you something to drink?"
     
    "You've
done enough," I said. "If you'll just tell me where-"
     
    "What
do you feel like?"
     
    "I'm
happy to stick with wine, but whatever you've got is okay."
     
    "There's
a bottle of white in the fridge and a red in the cabinet under the kitchen
window."
     
    "Which
would you prefer?"
     
    "Surprise
me," she said. "You're good at