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He keeps going down, and starts kissing my inner thighs, never quite reaching the place I’m desperate for. I’m squirming, moaning under his torture. When he finally settles his head right between my legs, his very breath makes me shudder.
“I’m sorry for talking about our sex to everyone, Angel. It was a special moment to me, and I’ll never take it for granted again. Let me redeem myself.”
I don’t get to reply, his tongue on my core only draws a loud moan out of me. He doesn’t give me a second to take a breath or get used to it. He keeps going, licking with a flat tongue before entering me. When he comes back to my clit, he circles around it before taking it between his lips and tapping with his tongue. There’s not a single break, the intensity only building without a chance for it to dip back down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I pant just as he makes out with my pussy, using my clit as he would usually my tongue, lips against lips.
“Fuck!” I scream in release. The tension in my body that has been begging to explode for what feels like hours is now like a medley of emotions in my lungs, in my heart. Like a drug I can feel coursing through my veins, soothing me and awakening me at the same time, setting me on fire while the cool sheen of sweat on my skin barely manages to stop me from combusting.
Jake’s lips are on my mouth the next second. I moan again when I taste myself on him, the sweet and salty tang awakening a new need.
He breaks away just long enough to whisper to me in a raw voice, “Swearing sounds awful coming from that beautiful mouth, Angel. I prefer when you scream my name.” He kisses me again, robbing me of air and reason.
I have no time to talk, to respond, to even think. Jake pulls away, grabs my hips and flips me around before ridding me of my leggings and panties completely. His hands are back on my hips and he pulls me so I’m almost resting on my heels, my cheek still against the softness of the cushion.
“Tell me, fuck, tell me why this pussy is always so wet for me? How do you even expect me to stay away when I know this is the effect I have on you?”
He slides a finger in, the sensation feels entirely different from the times he’s done it before. I recoil slightly, trying to lift up, but his palm between my shoulder blades pushes me back down.
“What–”
“Ssh,” he cuts me off. “Trust me.” He inserts his finger in my pussy again, it’s not that deep but the sensation is overwhelming. His mouth is next to my ear when he talks again. “It’s my thumb,” he whispers reassuringly. “I just want to make you sing a new tune.”
There’s a hint of teasing in his voice and I don’t understand what he means until his thumb starts rubbing the front wall of my pussy. He presses slightly and I don’t control my voice when a high moan escapes my lips. It’s loud, almost like an uncontrollable squeal. He slides out. I barely have time to take a deep breath before he slides back in, slowly, and rubs again, a little longer. My whole body contracts and I let out another delicious scream, my head buries into the cushion and it absorbs my shameless sounds.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The pull at my hair brings my head up as he slides his thumb back out. “These moans are mine, Angel. Don’t you fucking dare hide them from me.”
His voice is always so dark, so authoritative when he’s drowning in lust. He wants control, he craves it. He might get high on commanding me, but he is utterly out of control over himself when we’re together.
He presses the inside of my pussy again, rubs and I scream his name shamelessly, panting like I just ran a marathon. When he presses again, I get the sudden urge to pee, and I recoil with more force than I tried earlier.
“Wait,” I gasp. “I-I–”
“Just trust me, will you?” He tries to make his voice softer but the order in it is still clear.
I feel more than wet, I feel like I’m leaking. It’s the strangest sensation, and yet the pleasure is so intense I can’t get my body to move.
My orgasm comes slowly, building warmly in my guts, exploding like a never-ending firework in my heart.
He pulls slightly away from me and I hear him pull down his sweatpants.
“You’re well on your way to squirting for me. You know that, Angel?”
I want to reply, I want to turn around and face him, but the lethargic state from the orgasm and embarrassing heat that is spreading from my chest to my cheeks are making it impossible. I make this so easy for him. I’m malleable for Jake, easy to manipulate and play with.
The feeling of his cock sliding against my pussy lips makes me tremble with pleasure. It’s almost too much, how could I do this again? I can’t come anymore, but I can let him use me like I know he wants to. I don’t mind, in fact, I want it. Need it like my next breath. Jake’s satisfaction is the ultimate road to my happiness.
I feel the tip of his erection against my entrance and that’s when it comes to me.
“Condom!” I gasp loudly as he begins to penetrate me.
I hear his frustrated growl before he freezes and lays back. “Come on, beautiful. Don’t do this to me.”
My whole being freezes in aversion. “Don’t call me that,” I say as I grit my teeth.
“Why?”
Beautiful.
