“So good,” Jack murmured, his finger moving down to my opening again, slipping inside deeper with barely any pressure. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Instead of thrusting his finger inside, he seemed to swirl it, testing my walls. “Are you sore from before? Any pain?” Jack’s erection pressed hot and hard against my ass.
He’d already come tonight, but he wanted me again? I tried to shift against him, the pool of warmth inside twisting into a sharper ache, but his weight kept me pinned.
“Will I hurt you if we have sex again?” Jack asked, kissing my ear.
The thought of him inside me made me clench around his finger. “Want you,” I slurred, my body still limp and boneless.
“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear. His finger pulled out of me, and I let out a whimper of protest. His body shifted, his penis pressing against me instead, and the whimper died away. “I shouldn’t—” Jack groaned, his body shaking against mine, then his weight suddenly left me.
“Jack,” I called, wanting him back. I started to push up, but my body still felt so limp.
“I’m here. I’m going to take care of you.” His hands found mine, and I slumped against the pillow again. “I’m going to take care of everything. Here, let’s rest these together right here.” He shifted my arms above my head on the pillow, folding the wrists over each other. One of his hands held them there as his weight pressed me into the bed again, so warm, so solid.
“This okay?” he asked, his hand tightening where he held mine as he kissed high on my neck.
“Jack.” All I seemed to be capable of saying was his name. Need twisted inside me as he moved between my legs. He had complete control, of my hands, of my body. The pressure of his grip sent a shudder through my body, and I throbbed around where the head of his penis pressed for entrance. “Jack!” I called in a moan. “Jack, Jack, Jack.”
He groaned as he pushed inside me, filling the emptiness and making me whimper even as I said his name again.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this. I’m not going to last.” He let out a curse and a groan as I tightened around him at the thought of him coming again. His hand shoved under me, rougher this time, his finger already working my clit.
I cried out as my body shook, calling out his name again. I heard my voice this time, and tension twisted inside me as I bit my lip.
“No, don’t hold back,” Jack said, his voice right by my ear. “I love that all you can say is my name. I love that you know who you’re with, that you want me this much. Let me have that. Let me know you’re mine.” He thrust inside me, groaning again.
My teeth released my lip, and I whimpered his name, my body loosening, my focus caught on the way he felt pushing into me.
“I almost filled your pussy bare,” Jack admitted, rocking deeper. “What if I told you I had? You said you wanted babies, Hailey.” He grunted, so hard inside me. “What if I tried to fill you with my baby? What if I flooded you with my cum?”
Heat spread through every inch of my body as the ache inside twisted into something desperate. Jack felt bigger like this. Hehad control, and he was filling me, and everything was so tight and hot and bright. Each time he rocked, he pushed my clit against his finger.
“Imagine it, Hailey.” Jack’s voice was ragged, his breathing erratic. “I didn’t put on a condom. I’m going to fill you with my cum. I’m going to make you pregnant.”
I choked on his name as the orgasm flooded my body. I didn’t feel it just between my legs. My chest and stomach clenched as my arms spasmed and I clamped down on where he’d pushed deep inside of me. The pulsing rhythm was more intense than I’d ever felt before, extending as Jack moaned and shuddered against me, his penis throbbing inside of me.
I couldn’t move afterward, and not just because Jack’s weight was holding me down. I was pretty sure I’d melted into mush. Little aftershocks continued to flutter, making me even more aware of the way our bodies remained connected.
“Fuck. Oh fuck,” Jack mumbled into my neck. His body was as limp as mine as he tried to catch his breath, his chest shaking where it rested against my back.
“Hailey?” His hand released its grip on my wrists, bracing himself on the bed, the lift of his body making me too light, as if I could float away. He was no longer inside me, and part of me hated that. “Are you okay?”
I grunted, a sound that had embarrassed me once, but I couldn’t care in my untethered state. I didn’t exist. My body had melted and become one with the bed.
“Hailey. Talk to me.” He brushed the hair out of my face, trying to find my eyes in the darkened room.
“Can’t. Sleepy,” I mumbled into the pillow.
Jack laughed, kissing my cheek. “Sleep, then. I’ll ditch the condom.” The bed dipped as he rose.
He’d worn a condom. Of course he’d worn a condom. Despite the secret words he’d whispered, Jack wouldn’t actually do that. I trusted him.
The idea of him trying to impregnate me still blew my mind.
I was on the fuzzy edge of sleep when he pressed a warm washcloth between my legs, soothing the pressure there.
I mumbled a protest at being woken up at some point later as he pulled me back into his arms, draping me over his chest this time, where I could hear his heartbeat racing a little too fast.
I was asleep before it slowed.
