YES, JAKOB
BRYS
For a fraught instant, I'm actually afraid of Jakob. The look on his face is so intense, it leaves me shaking all over.
I wonder if perhaps I've miscalculated. Misunderstood the man I'm with.
His upper lip curls in a silent snarl, and he pulses in my hand, swelling as he nears the edge of climax. God, his cock is incredible. Fucking enormous, thick and long and hard as a rock in my hand, silky soft and straight as an arrow.
I should give him what he wants—but I want to see what he'll do. How else can I prove to him that I'm game to take anything he can give? Within reason, of course.
He's utterly still, frozen except for his deep, rapid breaths and the helpless pulse of his cock.
He flops backward to his back, and his spine arches up as I caress his throbbing length. For a man who has warned me repeatedly and professes to be an instant from coming, he seems rather intent on holding back.
I like to think it's because I'm making it feel so good, he doesn't want it to stop. I don'twanthim to control himself; he seems like a person for whom control is paramount, and I like to win.
Without warning, Jakob jackknifes upright, rolling off the bed with me in his arms. I'm airborne, my legs cinching around his waist automatically, and I feel his massive cock probing my slit through the barrier of my panties. And my god, I want him inside me. A cock that big? He'd rip me to pieces in the best possible way. He's too big, perfectly so, and I want him.
I can’t help but grind against him, whimpering as he walks away from the bed with me in his arms. He cups my face, peers at me, stopping in the middle of the room.
He kisses me. It's soft, all wet lips and searching tongue, and I open for him, taste him, whimper into his mouth, soften for him. Rub my slit against him. "Jakob," I whisper against his mouth.
"I did warn you," he growls.
I hit the floor—he's dropped me abruptly, only slowing my descent at the last second. I land on my knees almost by accident, and now he's towering over me, six feet and four inches of massive, powerful man, brutally built, dark and dangerous. For a moment, all I can do is gaze up at him, cowed by his vicious male beauty. His massive cock stands upright against his hard abs, the tip glistening with precum, my saliva dripping down the sides. Veins stand out purple, and for an instant, my mind fills with visions of running my tongue over those veins.
But before I can turn the vision into reality, Jakob winds my hair around his fist, pulling it tight until my scalp stings. He grips his thick shaft in his other hand and tilts it away from his body. "Open your mouth, Brys."
Oh, fuck.
He meant it.
He really, actually meant it.
His tip nuzzles my lips, and I taste him—salty, tangy, not quite sweet but almost.
"Open, Brys."
I hesitate, but I know I'm going to do as he asks—commands. Hesitantly, I part my lips. Just a little bit.
It's all he needs.
I taste his flesh and his essence, and my mouth is forced wider by his cock—it's that or scrape him with my teeth, and his cock is too pretty for that. I earned this, after all. Fair is fair. He warned me, and here it is.
I expect him to thrust down my throat all at once, and mentally prepare for it.
That rough thrust never comes. Instead, he only gives me a little bit. Enough to fill my mouth, to taste him, to feel my jaw stretch.
And then he's gone, and my eyes fly open—just in time to see him reach down and gather a handful of my shirt and yank upward. I have no choice but to lift my arms and wriggle out of it or be throttled by the garment as he drags it upward.
The shirt is tight around my breasts, dragging them upward as the garment lifts, and then they drop heavily as he rips the shirt free, leaving me naked but for panties.
I lock eyes with him for a moment—and then lose his gaze as his eyes wander down to my bare breasts. I'm breathing hard in anticipation and no little amount of fear—I realize I don't actually know this man at all, and I’m baiting him to lose control. I like to take risks, yet I can't help but wonder if this one is foolish.
Too late to go back, now.
He wraps my hair around his fist again. Stares down at me with a hard, inscrutable expression. "Take it, Brys." I reach up with both hands and grasp him, but he grabs my wrists and pulls them wide. “No hands."
