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He laughs at my admission. “I know.”

“Jake, I think I need to go to the bathroom,” I admit in shame as he stops.

“No, you don’t,” he bends over my back, whispering in my ear, “you can come now. Release.”

I don’t know what he means until he accelerates and forces my body to release in the most soul-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. I can feel myself wetter than usual, I can feel myself shamelessly leaking onto his hand and…I don’t even care. The pleasure is too strong for my mind to protest. I melt into his hand, the never-ending pleasure overpowering everything.

“That’s my girl. God, Jamie you’re so fucking hot squirting all over my hand.”

I gulp a deep breath when he retrieves his hand. One second he’s pulling at my hips, the next I’m on my knees, cheek against the mattress.

Time stops when he spreads my ass cheeks and feel his mouth against my burning core. I don’t even understand if I’m still coming or if it’s a new pleasure but when his tongue starts fucking my pussy, I rub against his face shamelessly. He then unleashes on my clit, makes out with my pussy, eats me out like he’s got a degree in cunnilingus from Make Me Come University.

And when he breaks away, and I’m panting for more, still high on the pleasure he grants me, his dick enters me with the most loving, slow stroke we’ve ever experienced together. I moan, I writhe for more and he keeps going at a torturous pace. He takes a long break once he’s completely in and even just being full of him and not moving keeps some of that orgasm alive.

When he starts moving, it’s slow and sensual, making both of us moan desperately. He’s torturing us and he knows it, he’s keeping us on the fine edge between loving and possessing.

“I need more,” I whisper, afraid to break the background noise of our panting.

“Ssh,” he says as he folds over me and starts kissing my neck.

His dexterous fingers unclasp my bra, but it can’t fall off completely because of my hands cuffed behind my back. It’s still enough for him to slip a hand under and grab my right nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

A groan pushes its way past my constricted lungs. I need to come again, or still? I’m orgasmically confused since I squirted all over his hand, the pleasure doesn’t start or end, it’s a continuous thrill that just won’t come down.

“Your right nipple is always so much more sensitive than the left,” he whispers just before sucking at the skin where my neck and shoulder join.

I never even realized that. I always trust him with my pleasure without wondering which buttons he should push to work me up.

“And your skin doesn’t mark easily. I always have to bite hard to leave my mark on you.”

Why is he saying all this?

His next thrust is harder than the previous, making me moan louder.

“You always get wetter if I go harder, but not as much if I go quicker.”

“Jake,” I moan.

His hot breath on the skin he just bit sends shivers down my spine.

I feel him straighten up, leaving my abused nipple and bringing his hand to my clit while the other goes up to my throat. He pulls until I straighten up and my back hits his chest. It would be impossible for me to stay upright without his hand wrapped around my neck.

My hands are secured tightly behind me, and I can feel his abs tensing against my fingers. His hand against my clit flattens and he delivers a soft slap. The pleasure spiking from it makes my stomach and pussy tighten. He does it again, and again…and again. He enters a comforting rhythm that I fall in complete sync with.

“Fuck, you get so tight around me when I slap that beautiful cunt.”

I hear him, but I can’t focus anymore. I know my body is present and feeling all the pleasure he’s imposing on me, but my mind has drifted to a place of pure peace. His voice soothes me, his strokes take me higher every time they land. Is this what heaven feels like?

I feel a harsher slap and I know it should bring me back down, but instead it pushes me further into that space of relaxation. The slaps stop, I feel him retreat slightly and when he enters me again, I scream as I orgasm.

He says something but I don’t really hear it. Next thing I know, I receive a little slap on my face. It doesn’t hurt but it’s sharp enough to bring me back down.

“Don’t leave for too long. I need you with me when I use you.”

He pulls out of me which gives me more room to balance myself on my own. Now completely naked, he lies down on the bed and strokes his dick.

“Suck me.”

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