I rock against him, my hands coming to grip his hair as I ride his face. I’m sure I’m pulling hard, but every tug only seems to spur him on as a low, sinister laugh rumbles from his chest. I want to call him an asshole, or use his nickname to annoy him, but my mouth is too dry, mind so frazzled I’ll never be able to say the words out loud. My body arches off the bed, twitching as my legs clamp around his head. He shoves two fingers deep inside, stroking me, finding his way around my body like he’s been there before. And when he curls his fingers to hit that perfect spot, it’s all I can do to cry out his name.
I try to roll to the side, to quell the intense pressure radiating from my core, but Jim holds my legs firmly in place, his eviltongue flicking and licking, riding out every last drop of my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until my breaths even out, until I’m no longer gasping for air and can come back down to earth.
“I’m the luckiest son of a bitch there ever was,” he grumbles against my skin as he plants slow, lazy kisses up to my stomach.
“Yeah.,” I breathe all breathlessly, wanting to be cocky, like he should thank me for giving him that experience. Instead I sound like a damsel in distress, all breathy and weak, ready to follow my master blindly.
His lips work their way up my body to find mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me and tasting myself on his kiss. He pulls back, resting on his knees as he rifles through the bedding for the condom. He brings the corner of the package to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth, eyes never leaving my body as he slowly rolls the condom on his weeping cock.
I watch, mesmerized, my hands coming to my chest to squeeze my aching breasts.
“Turn around. On your hands and knees.”
Yes.
I happily oblige, rolling over and getting into position. His hands come out to grip my hips, pulling me back until my feet hang off the edge of the bed. He plants his feet firmly on the floor, standing behind me, and I hold the position. Waiting. Expecting to feel the tip of his cock push against me.
When I tilt my head around, hair cascading down the side of my face, his vision is zeroed in at my backside. He’s silent, frozen, the only motion the flexing of his bicep as he greedily kneads my ass.
“I love how you look right now,” he says, low and slow. “Wet and bent over, waiting only for me. I could jerk off to this image for the rest of my life.”
I shimmy my hips for him, a slow, exaggerated side-to-side movement, and he sucks in a breath.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like to see me fall apart, make a mess as I paint your body with my come.”
Yes. I practically groan in response, arching back as I grind against him.
“Do that again,” he commands, voice gritty.
I smile internally. “Say please.”
“Please,” he grunts through clenched teeth. “Do that again.”
I stretch my arms out in front of me, letting my ass tilt up before I shimmy back and forth, back and forth. On an average day, the movement of my thick thighs would make me cringe, but right now, with Jim’s eyes burning holes in my skin, I feel nothing shy of a goddess.
He watches, mesmerized with the movements until he snaps. The tops of his thighs abruptly butting against my legs as his hands run over my body, kneading every inch of skin in firm grasps and I push back into him.
“More,” I beg.
“More?”
I push myself back against him, rubbing myself against his cock, needing more contact. More pressure. Moresomething. “More, damnit.”
He groans, adjusting his stance before raising a palm in the air, letting it come down to crash against my backside.
I gasp as his mouth darts to the area, feather-like kisses soothing my stinging skin. “Again.”
He slaps again, the crack audible through the otherwise quiet room, and I let my head fall down between my shoulders, turning to bite my inner arm to muffle a groan.
He slaps one more time, and I push back against him. “Jim,” I whine, needing him in me.
“I’m the luckiest son of a bitch there ever was.”
“You already said that. Just fuck me, goddamnit.”
He adjusts his position, grasping my hips, and I feel the head of his cock notch at my entrance. “You have no idea what you look like right now or how much I want you.” He pushes in an inch, fitting just the head inside of me, and we both suck in a breath. He pulls out to the tip, and pushes back in. One firm, slow movement until he’s balls deep. I gasp at the same time he hisses. “No idea,” he says again. “This perfect pussy. So warm. So tight. Just for me.”
“Just for you,” I murmur, not sure where that admission came from.
