With just the tip of his fingers grazing my skin, this man has me feeling wild.
He enters me with two fingers and starts pumping me with relentless power, not easing up even when I cry out.
“Look at you, riding my fingers. Your greedy pussy wants more,” he says as he adds a third, but I don’t want to come like this today. I need more ofhim.
I reach for him. “I want to touch you.” He doesn’t listen. Instead, he slides down my body, but I quickly cross my legs. “I want to touch you, I said.”
He aggressively pulls my legs apart. “Too bad you don’t get to make the decisions in the bedroom, do you?”
“Please.” I bite my lip and demurely bat my lashes.
He pauses, his face in between my legs, so close if he sticks out his tongue, he’ll touch my clit. My breathing is ragged, and I’m clenching every muscle to stay still. If he sees my pulsing clit or how greedy I am for him, there’s no way he’ll let me touch him.
After what feels like forever, his face lights up and he rolls over on his back.
“Sit on my face,” he demands.
“What?” I pause.
I’m experienced, sure. But I’ve never felt comfortable suffocating a man with my pussy.
But… it’s Jack.
“Did I stutter?” He laughs darkly. “Sit facing out so you can suck my dick.”
Oh.
Well, that’s more my speed. Without another second of hesitation, I crawl over to him.
“Ah, my queen is so desperate, she crawls to her peasant boy.” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes at his terrible attempt at a joke.
“Funny, lover boy.”
I lift my leg and straddle him. His hands grab my hips to swiftly pull me back against his waiting mouth, and I have to catch myself when I nearly tumble forward.
But I could care less.
I could have face-planted, and still my mouth would’ve remained open and in awe as he swipes through my soaked center, quickly turning naughty as his tongue trails up to my arse.
“Suck my dick, Annabelle,” he growls against my tight hole. The vibrations shoot an intensely pleasurable pulse through me, causing me to push back into his face.
He chuckles sardonically, then really lets me have it while I do my best to hold back until I get into a rhythm. Otherwise, I’ll be coming all over his face in a matter of seconds.
Doing this is just as much of a turn-on for me as it is for him. Any pleasure I can elicit from Jack is a win in my book.
Leaning down, I part my lips and open wide to take him all in one go. He hits the back of my throat and lets out a loud animalistic roar that echoes in the room. “Goddammit.” He squeezes the globes of my arse and lifts it slightly for better access to my clit.
He pushes and pulls my body against his waiting tongue. My body’s rocking quickly, the bed even moving at Jack’s strength, making it almost impossible to suck him off.
I push my pleasure to the back of my mind for a split second—I’m not a quitter. Steadying myself, I match his speed, bobbing my head along his length and simultaneously jerking the base in a swivel motion.
My cheeks, stretched to the hilt from his girth, go concave with every pass, allowing my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft.
Jack’s hands are running up and down the backs of my legs, and my body shudders from the combination of his tongue against my clit and the loud moans he’s letting loose.
The way his hands feel against my skin is almost more of a turn-on than anything else. How he rubs my body, sometimes squeezing my thighs tightly when I take him deep, it’s a measurement of his pleasure too.
Oh fuck.
