Pat said something, but Jessie couldn't hear it, couldn't help but cry in harmony with Mario and grab onto the rail as he began to f**k her — sliding
slowly into her... and into her...
She was wide and wet from the pounding that Pat had given her, but sweet Jesus, Mario was sliding up into a part of her that no one had ever
reached. Fingers clutching at the wooden rail, Jessie her head back and howled at the moon.
The moon.
As Mario began to move against her — his legs tensing against the backs of hers, his chest against her back, his long fingers curling over hers
— Jessie stared up at the full moon and began to laugh. Not surprised laughter. Not embarrassed laughter. Really, honest-to-god laughter like Jessie
remembered doing with Danielle and Andy.
"What you laughing about, Jess
