Then he glides his nose along my body, inhaling. “Hmm, yes. I love my smell on you.” He suckles my breasts. There’s a slight pain, but it immediately heightens my need for him. “Your breasts are perfect. I could play with them all day.”
I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
He continues exploring me, kissing, nipping, sucking. The coolness of his damp hair and the warmth of his mouth on me skim over my skin. I’m encased by him, and it still isn’t enough.
When he reaches where my thigh meets my center, he inhales. “Fuck.” He bites and kisses my right thigh and then my left. “I’m going to mark you so everyone knows you’re mine.” He flashes me a sexy grin, catching me watching him worship me.He doesn’t peel his eyes from mine as he slowly licks me. “Mmm. Fucking delicious.”
My body arches of its own accord. “Jack, please. I need you,” I cry.
He takes my nipple in one hand and squeezes, the other wrapped around my thigh, holding me to him as I squirm. “Baby, I want to make sure you are ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
His breathy chuckle against my skin drives me mad with desire. He takes another slow, long lick down my folds, sending my body into overdrive. I tremble, squirm, and enjoy everything he’s doing.
“Jessi, you are so fucking sweet. I want to feast on you all night.”
My back lifts off the bed in pleasure. “More,” I say, raking my hands over his back and tugging him to me.
Jack spreads my folds and flips his tongue against my nub. I jerk off the bed with each flick, drunk on lust. My legs quiver uncontrollably. “Please,” I whine. “I want you inside me. Please, Jack, I’m begging you.”
He kisses the inside of each thigh again. “I like it when you beg for me.”
His eyes lock on mine as he spits right on my hot center. His finger spreads his saliva over my pussy as it slowly enters me. “You do want me, don’t you?”
“God yes.”
“You’re dripping for me, but let’s see how wet you are after I make you come all over my fingers. I want you wet enough to take my fat cock. Do you want another finger? Do you want more?”
I moan.
“Jessi, be a good girl and answer me. Do you want me to fuck you with two fingers?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Jack.”
His growl of approval hums against my leg. “Mmm. Good girls who beg get rewarded.” He curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. I thrash on the bed in pleasure. He wraps his arm over the top of my stomach to hold me in place. “Baby, I want you to come all over my fingers and tongue. If you are a good girl and come, I’ll give you my cock as a reward.” He starts massaging my nub with his tongue as his fingers meticulously pull in and out, hitting that sensitive spot.
I’m panting. “I am going to come. Please don’t stop.”
“Come for me now. I want to hear you scream my name.”
And I do. All the pleasure that was building explodes. My juices drip all over him and my thighs. My pulse hammers in my ears. I watch him with his head between my legs, his eyes locked on my pussy.
“I could watch you come on my fingers all night,” he says, “but I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“Thank you, God,” I say.
He moves up. “God isn’t going to make you come. I am. Thank me.” Then he takes my mouth like he owns it. I taste myself on his tongue, and a fire ignites again.
He releases from the kiss, his forehead rests against mine, as his eyes peer into my soul. “See how good you taste? See why I want you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Your pussy is a delicacy. Please, never deny me it.”
His warm hard length slides between my folds. I arch my hips toward him. He rocks his thick, hard cock against my center and whispers in my ear, “Are you on birth control? I want to fuck you bare.”
“No, I haven’t needed to be. Do you have a condom?”
He drops his head to my shoulder. “Fuuuuuck. No, I don’t.”
Time stops. This cannot be happening. We freeze, silent for a moment. I move so I can see his face. “You don’t have one here? Do you not typically wear one?”
