Jack Griffo Sexuality Novels & Stories

Only he could make me feel like this. “You really like that?” Jack pushed his fingers in deeper, making my body squirm with pleasure. Shit. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if we actually had sex. I was already going insane just from his fingers—who knows what would happen if we went further. “Yes! Yes, Jack!” I moaned loudly. There was no one else in the apartment—Jack lived here alone. I could scream as loudly as I wanted without worrying about anyone hearing me. “Shit, you’re so beautiful,” Jack whispered as he watched me cup my own breasts, trying to amplify the pleasure coursing through my body.