Today, I’m dressed for war.
Green cotton shorts cut so high the bottom of my cheeks stick out, with no underwear. A white ribbed baby tee, my nipples forming into peaks tightening against the fabric as the AC brushes over me.
I don’t want sex. Well not really, not when my head’s so clouded with bad feelings wrestling the good ones. What I want is answers. And if seduction’s the only weapon that’ll get them—then I’ll turn it into something he can’t ignore.
He drops onto my bed, leaning back against the headboard, phone in hand. The sight of it makes my chest ache, but I don’t let it show. I don’t ask who he’s texting—even as I stand here, practically naked in front of him.Instead, I sharpen my silence and let it stretch, stepping closer until his gaze finally lifts to meet mine.
He finally sets the phone down on the dresser, and I know I’ve got his full attention now.
My mouth moves down his chest, and his fingers curl tight in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to trap me in his needy gaze. “Fuck, I missed you, baby.”
Without answering him,, I make my way to his sweatpants, tugging them down along with his underwear, to see his hard cock leaking at the tip, like it has been waiting for me to lick it clean off.
Sucking dick has always been fun for me. To see a guy so tough and strong, weak in the knees just from my mouth alone.
It’s a hell of a sight to see.
His cock bigger than any other guy I’ve been with—but I’ve gotten used to his size. What used to intimidate me only draws me in deeper.
Grabbing his dick with both hands, I sit up on my knees, gently licking his tip, while guiding him down my throat, pulling a low groan from him. I almost choke when he wraps my hair tighter his hand, shoving himself farther down my throat. Drool and spit dripping down the sides of my mouth.
Luckily I figured out how to not gag when he does that—one could say I even enjoy it.
Tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I glance up to see his head tilted back, lips slightly parted and eyelids fluttering. I follow his pace, bobbing my head up and down vigorously. Sticking my tongue out, I massage his balls gently, knowing that’ll help him cum even faster. With the sound of his deep growl and the sweat starting to coat his forehead, I can tell it’s working.
As soon as I pick up my pace, a raw sound rips from him. “Fuck, Jainey… I’m coming.” I stay with him, swallowing every last bit of his release, holding him there until he’s shaking.
I rub the tip along my wet lips, kissing it softly while looking into his eyes. His heavy brown eyes follow every inch of me as I stand, slipping out of my shirt and shorts. His eyes inspect every part of my body. My nipples harden like pebbles beneath the heat of his gaze.
He grabs my arm, pulling me on top of him so my pussy sits right in front of his wet cock. I smile at him, as he yanks me down, slamming his lips onto mine, hard and consuming, tasting his leftovers on my tongue.
I roll my hips against him, the slickness between us making me shiver as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My grip in his hair is ruthless, almost cruel, but I can’t let go.
I don’t need air—I need him consuming every piece of me.
He pinches my nipple with one hand before popping it into his mouth, drawing a soft cry from my throat. “Yes, baby, right there.”
My needy pussy throbs from the pleasure so much, I swear I think I’m going to explode already.
As if he read my mind, he lifts my hips, flipping me over so that he’s on top, before sliding into me, stretching until he has nothing more to give.
Tilting my head back, I feel everything blur together—numb, full and overwhelmed in the best way.
This is the best high ever. If I could survive on this drug for the rest of my life, I’ll gladly be an addict for him. Even though inviting him over was a decoy, I never said I won’t enjoy the hell out of it.
Especially not knowing if this will be our last time.
He lifts my hips, pulling back almost fully each time before driving into me again, pulling a scream of his namefrom my throat with every movement. Eventually, my words become justJinstead ofJacob.
Tears blur my vision, my face hot and damp, curls sticking to my cheeks. He brushes them away with his thumb, settling his hand back on my hip. I love him so fucking much, I didn’t realize how badly I’ve been craving his touch until now.
Heat gathers low, my release building inch by inch until it’s all I can feel. He lifts me up, before standing at the edge of the bed, glaring at me with his brown eyes full of lust.
Lying on my back, I can’t help but mesmerize over his defined abs and hard 8 inches of cock coated with our juice’s. He’s so sexy, I don’t even know how I’ll feel if I find out he’s fucking around.
This is my man. Just the thought alone makes me just want to run away and never look back. I don’t think I can handle that type of rejection, not from him.
Picking me up, he straddles me on his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck as he lowers us onto my vanity chair, sliding inside me the second we hit the seat—stretching me open all over again in one breath-stealing push. He throws my legs over his shoulders, hauling my arms up with them, taking the kind of access that leaves me no room to breathe.
