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The ache in the pit of my stomach turns sharp, pulsing in my chest. Was it normal to react so strongly to whispered words?
He keeps his eyes on me, eyes gleaming with his satisfaction at my reaction. He runs his hands up my thighs until he grips my thong, pulling it down my legs and heels. I’m trembling with the anticipation, my pussy clenching nothingness in preparation to grip
his cock.
Jake looks down at my pussy, eyes melting and turning soft at the sight. “This will never get old,” he mutters under his breath.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps and he steps away, taking his clothes off until he’s naked in front of me. My mouth waters, body tightening as his cock juts out, hard and
thick.
When he returns to him, his body heat seeps into me and I let my breath escape me’in a needy moan. His nostrils flare. “Look down.”
“What?”
“I want you to watch me fuck you. Want you to see your pussy taking my cock.”
I drip from his words and the moment I lower my eyes to between my legs, he presses the head of his cock to my entrance. I whimper, my chest heaving.
He pushes in slightly, and my cheeks heat as I watch him slowly disappear inside me. Inch by inch, he pushes in. Inch by inch, my pussy stretches to take him. Inch by inch, the pleasure in the pit of my stomach reaches a new height.
When he’s seated all the way inside me, balls hitting my ass cheeks, he moans. “Tell me
you’re mine.”
My mouth is dry, but I want to say the words, regardless. When I don’t speak right away, his hand grips my throat, his fingers slightly pressing into my skin.
“Alina.”
“I–I’m yours.” Hot streaks of pleasure run through me as soon as the words are out of my
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lips.
And then he fucks me.
No, that doesn’t seem right. He…he thrusts into me, slow and long. His eyes never leave mine and his hand remains around my throat. He never picks up the pace, and he never
plays with my clit.
I feel every single inch of him with every thrust. The orgasm is slow, taking minutes of his hips pulsing to even get me near the edge. When he notices my breath picking up and my toes curling, he lifts his hand from my throat.
He cups my cheeks and presses his lips to mine, tongue delving into my mouth. His kiss is messy, devouring, hungry, but his thrusts remain slow and even.
My legs tremble, the pleasure almost painful. “Jake-”
“I’m close, too, baby.”
I nod against his lips, closing my eyes to let the sensation, the feel of him, take over completely. The only thing I need is for him to be closer, so I wrap my arms around his
neck and pull him in until our chests are pressed against each other.
The heat of his skin is what brings me over. I come, kissing him to muffle the cry leaving
my lips. Jake grunts, his thrusts finally faltering before he stiffens and hot cum fills my
insides.
We pull apart panting and I hiss when he pulls out of me. He chuckles, shaking his head. “Fuck, I love seeing my cum spill out of your pussy. But we should really talk about using
condoms.”
I grimace, understanding the reasoning behind that, but I can’t imagine this feeling the
same with a condom between us. “I don’t want to.”
He moans, thumbs caressing the inside of my thighs and nearing my lower lips. “I don’t want to either baby, but-”
“Let’s talk about it later,” I whisper, wrapping my arms round his neck and pulling him down to lie beside me.
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