Jack pushes forward, obeying my quiet plea. He’s careful but not too much. He forces his cock past the first ring of muscle, then the second, which offers far less resistance. All while pushing inside me, Jack leans down to press nipping kisses along my jaw. He bends his head a little more and breathes close to my ear once he’s fully seated inside my arse.
It feels intimate to have his lips brush the skin under my ear and his cock buried deep inside me. The dual sensations elicit a shiver from me, the involuntary quake travelling down my spine and fizzing at the base of it.
Jack draws back to look me in the eye again. At the same time, he moves his hands to my hips again, getting a better purchase. Once he has a firm grasp on me, his inhuman strength allows him to hold me up, speared on his cock, with sexually gratifying ease. Usually, I’d need a pillow or something to raise me up to get the right angle, but Jack evidently doesn’t need the help.
Jack pulls his cock almost all the way out, the head stretching my opening, edging between pleasure and pain. Then he slams back in, hard, tearing a shout from me. It’s fucking loud. I’mloudand begging and desperate and wow, let’sgo.
I scrabble at whatever part of Jack I can reach, urging him to keep going, to roll his hips and fill me like I need him to.
Jack pulls almost all the way out and shoves back inside harshly a few more times to get the point across.
On the last thrust, he curves my body a bit to the left and gets my prostate. When I let out an embarrassing keening sound, his mouth splits into a rare smirk of satisfaction. I’d threaten to wipe it off if I wasn’t so busy aching to be put up wet by him.
“Jack!” I bark in warning, which is all I can manage.
It seems to work, though, because Jack changes tack almost immediately. He tightens his grip on my hips and fucks me fast and hard, strokes punishing and angled exactly right, pillow be damned. He hits my prostate with a scary amount of efficiency, like he’s shooting at a target he’s put holes in a thousand times before.
Jack bats my hand away when I try to reach for my cock to relieve some of the pressure. He wraps his hand around my erection and strokes using the hand that has some vestiges of lube on it. He pumps me in time with his slightly messier thrusts now he’s only got one hand to hold me up and angle me with.
It drives me insane, to have his cock smashing my prostate and his large hand stroking me from root to tip, his wrist twisting on the head in a gesture of gold standard masturbatory skill.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I stretch my arms back and grasp onto the bars of my headboard. I hold onto the bars tightly as Jack fucks me, arching backwards, showing off. My bent body makes it easier for him to give me better-aimed, brutal thrusts, which in turn causes me to go out of my mind with pleasure.
Our fucking causes the bed to move like it’s in the middle of a small-scale earthquake, headboard smacking the wall, the sound reverberating around the room.
Jack is incredible to watch, his well-honed, masculine body moving with inhuman elegance and purpose as he takes me. His eyes, like green fire, keep switching from my face to where his cock is moving into and out of my hole.
His muscles are straining, but not with exertion. Jack isn’t flushed or sweating like he should be, like any ordinary person would be, after all this hard-core sex. He’s straining with the need to keep himself in check, to stop himself from using his full strength and really going for it. To protect me from what he is, underneath the cloak and behind the mask. He’s a superhuman, completely other in almost every biological sense. His power is immense, but his desire to protect me is greater. If only just.
There’s fear mixed in with the pleasure at having him like this. He could hurt me. Really, hurt me, I mean. Not like this, not how I like it. But properly. Kill me, even. He could hurt me or kill me, and not even have to try very hard, vulnerable as I am right now.
It only makes me more eager to get close to him, to wrap myself around him and let Jack see I’m as much a safe place for him as he’s a dangerous one for me.
Jack must see something of all that on my face because he loosens the reins a little bit, fucking me harder, with less precision and more raw need. It’s a show of trust, a small crumb of it, just like all the others he’s given me since we met.
I come first, my orgasm building and building with increasing intensity until Jack tips me over the precipice by managing to lean over and speak to me while still battering my hole and stroking my cock.
“Want you to come with me inside you. Gonna fuck you through it, dig right in deep, until it feels like I’ve always been part of you.” Then quieter, voice rough and real, “And always will be.”
His words tug on the right string inside my head, and I’m unable to prevent myself from spurting streams of cum onto my stomach and chest.
Jack’s thrusts get more erratic, and he leans down to kiss me. He kisses me and kisses me, letting it go on and on, stealing the air from my lungs, until finally he tumbles over the cliff of pleasure. Hot cum shoots off inside me, filling my rectum in a way I haven’t experienced before. I’ve only ever had someone come in me with a condom. This is different, undeniably more intimate. Messy and primal.
I let go of the headboard and bring my hands down to grasp hold of Jack’s face, dragging him back down into another flurry of open-mouthed kisses.
Jack’s cock softens, but he doesn’t pull out. I don’t ask him to. It’s uncomfortable and painful to have him there now the pleasure has abated somewhat. But I don’t want this to be over just yet.
Plus, there’s something satisfyingly dirty about holding a cock inside me after sex. I can’t explain why. It’s mental gratification rather than anything physical.
We’re both breathing hard, though me noticeably more so despite the fact I got to just lie back and let Jack go for it.
It’s a good thing I’m confident in my sexual abilities, or I might get a complex from sleeping with a man like Jack.
Jack ends the extended kiss, leaning back just far enough to press his forehead to mine. He’s still holding onto me, stopping himself from sliding out of me before I’m ready.
I drag one hand down to his neck, leaving the other behind to cup his face. My thumb brushes along his jaw, feeling the rough beginning of stubble there.
Jack reacts to my softness, a softness I didn’t know I had in me to give him, by letting loose a shudder which vibrates through his body with a strength that feels significant. There’s vulnerability in how he lets himself lean into the touch.
