I flip us over in one swift motion until I'm on my back, looking up at her as she straddles my hips. The sight alone nearly makes me blow.
"Am I still your pretty girl?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye.
"You're more than pretty, Abby. You're ethereal. Divine. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
I raise up on an elbow, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a slow, deep kiss.
"Now ride me, baby."
She doesn't need any further instruction. She lifts her hips eagerly, then sinks down onto my cock with the prettiest moan.
"Holy shit, Jack," she pants. "This is so much fuller. You're so deep."
"You can handle it," I encourage, trailing my fingers up her thighs and gripping her hips. "I'm right here with you. Take what you need from me."
She leans forward, resting her palms on my chest, nails digging into my skin.
"That's right," I growl as she finds her pace, sliding up and down my cock. "Mark me up. I want everyone to know who I fucking belong to."
She moans loudly, her hips rolling in a way that has me practically begging for mercy. On one pass, she clenches around me tightly and my fingers dig into her hips in a bruising grip.
"Fuck, pretty girl. Do that again."
Like the good fucking girl she is, she does. Then she does it again, over and over until I feel my core tightening.
I hold her still, hoisting myself up until I'm sitting upright and setting her back down firmly in my lap. She swivels her hips, pressing her tits into me as she does.
"C'mere," I groan, fisting her hair and dragging her down to my mouth until our tongues and bodies writhe together in unison. "I want to be as close to you as possible when you make yourself come on my cock. Can you do that for me?"
She answers my gripping my shoulders and widening her stance, lifting up and bouncing herself on my cock over and over until her cries pitch upward.
"Jack, please," she pants, struggling to string her words together.
"Please what, baby?"
"I want your hand around my throat again."
My dick throbs painfully, begging for release as her core begins fluttering around it.
"Will that help you come, pretty girl?" I say roughly. "You need to be completely at my mercy before you can fall apart?"
"Yes, sir," she says, moaning loudly when my hand grips her neck. I take hold of her hair with my other hand, wrapping it tightly around my wrist until it's impossible for her to move with me allowing it.
"Good girl," I growl. "Now come for me."
She rides me frantically, winding up tighter and tighter until she's right on the edge. I loosen my hold on her hair, reaching down between us to find her clit with my thumb. The moment I do she shatters, screaming my name as her orgasm crashes over her. She pulses relentlessly around my cock until I feel like I might explode.
"Good job, pretty girl," I croon, holding her tight to me as her forehead drops to my shoulder, her breathing wild and ragged."You did so good. But I need you to focus for me for a little while longer."
She leans back and grips my face, crashing her mouth onto mine as the last tremors of her orgasm subside. "Tell me what to do," she says breathlessly. "Sir," she adds with a smirk, rocking her hips again against my painfully hard cock.
"Where do you want it?" I ask, fighting to hold myself back from completely losing control.
Her cheeks turn pink and she looks away shyly. I grip her face with one hand, forcing her to look at me.
"Don't get shy on me now," I murmur. "Tell me where you want my cum."
"On my tits," she says quietly, her face reddening even deeper, but keeping her eyes locked on mine. "Please."
