“Yes, sir.”
He thrusts into my mouth with no warning, causing me to gag again. He continues thrusting until tears are streaming down my face while I rub my thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction.
When his breathing turns uneven and his movements grow increasingly jerky, he pulls out of my mouth and moves down my body until he settles between my legs.
“Some day I’m going to fuck your mouth until you swallow every bit of cum I give you,” he breathes. “But tonight? Tonight, I need to fuck you.”
Yes. Sir.
Chapter 50
Jack
Ten Months
"Fuck me, then," she says breathlessly, clawing at my hips as I line myself up with her entrance.
"Pardon," I say, cocking an eyebrow and pulling back. "What was that?"
"I'm sorry," she whimpers quickly. "I meant please. Please fuck me."
"Much better," I hum, sliding a hand up her chest and around her throat, applying just a hint of pressure. Her eyes flutter shut, her breathing going even more ragged with anticipation. "Is this okay?"
She nods vigorously, her hand wrapping around my wrist and holding me in place.
"Hey, look at me," I say earnestly. Her eyes fly open and find mine. "I need you to use yours words here. I need to hear you say it. Is this okay?"
"Yes," she breathes. "You can do whatever you want with me. I trust you."
Goddamn if that's not the sexiest thing I've heard all night.
"Okay," I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before tightening my grip. I capture the gasp that leaves her mouth with my own, kissing her deeply, roughly, like I might die if I don't explore every inch of her mouth.
I press against her with the tip of my cock, and her hips buck up to meet mine.
"Patience, pretty girl," I murmur against her ear. "I want to take my time with you."
I slide in slowly, just until the head disappears inside her perfect pussy.
Fuck, I might not have much time to take.
"Fuck it," I groan, sinking in completely with one deep thrust. I barely hear her gaps over the guttural groan that rips from my throat.
"Holy fuck, Abby," I pant, forcing myself to stay still, to give her time to adjust. "You feel fucking amazing."
She rolls her hips, beckoning me to start moving, and who the fuck am I to say no to that?
I pull out slowly, almost completely, before thrusting back into her again, and again, building a steady rhythm. She moans in time with my pace, the sweetest goddamn song I've ever heard.
"That's it, baby," I grunt, enthralled by the look of sheer pleasure on her face, the way her wild curls bounce with each thrust, the bead of sweat trickling between her breasts. "You can take exactly what I'll give you, isn't that right?"
"Yes," she cries. "Please give me more. I need more of you."
"You know what I think," I say, pulling out and teasing my tip along her slick folds. "I think you've been such a good girl for me," I mutter, licking that trail of sweat all the way from her tits to her neck, biting the exposed skin just above where my fingers still hold her throat. "And good girls deserve rewards, don't they?"
She looks up at me, eyes hooded with desire, her parted lips trembling in anticipation. She gives the smallest nod, patiently waiting to follow my lead.
"Well, if you need more of me," I groan, moving my hand from her neck and sliding it into her hair. "Why don't you go ahead and take it?"
