Avery
I watch Jack’s face and feel oddly satisfied. He wanted me to take him, and I did. And not only that, I swallowed every last bit of his cream-colored cum.
I lick my lips and slide upward, snake-like, until my face is eye level with his.
My lips find his. At first I’m tentative. When he grabs me rough and tight, my heart starts to race.
He opens his eyes, and the fire smoldering there surprises me.
“You asked for this,” he growls, and fear takes a hold of me. It is as if icy fingers are squeezing my insides tightly.
Have I overstepped the mark? Maybe I shouldn’t have given him a blowjob after he told me that terrible story.
But it didn’t even feel like me sucking Jack’s cock. It felt like someone else—someone more experienced, wiser, more capable of comforting Jack in his time of need in every way.
That’s all I had wanted to do. Comfort him.
“Jack,” I mumble, but he seems to take no notice.
“And you know what this means?”
This is a different kind of Jack, a Jack I haven’t met before.
“It means you need to be punished.”
By now my heart is beating so fast I think I might hyperventilate.
Oh my gosh. Why am I getting wet at the thought of that?
“How do you think you should be punished?”
His fingers are digging into my shoulders.
Pain.
And at the same time pleasure, ripping through me like a speeding train. The cocktail of emotions overpowering and intoxicating, more so than an alcoholic drink.
Tiny flickers of pleasure grow with each and every one of his menacing words.
I blink the tears away. It’s Jack. It’s the same Jack who made love to me before.
It’s the real Jack. Realization dawns. Jack really wants to fuck me, and he wants to do it his fucking way—no more exercising restraint, or being gentle.
This was going to be a fuck like I’ve never had one before.
I know exactly what I want Jack to do to me, but I continue in my role as the innocent. The angel.
“You know what’s best for me, Jack.”
He needs no further fucking invitation.
I see him nod.
“You’re absolutely fucking right.”
My heart is still beating a little faster than usual and my mouth is dry. I lick my lips.
Jack lifts me up and puts me on the ground. He drapes my upper body over the couch so I’m kneeling.
It takes him no time at all to rip my fucking clothes off. My ass is bare and exposed. I can feel the heat of the flames lap at my skin, like the waves lap onto the beach.
The wait and anticipation has me already so fucking wet between my legs I could take him inside me right now.
I peer at him and my eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see him holding his leather belt in his hands.
The first contact with the hard leather on my bare ass has me squeal in pain.
“Oh my god,” I howl and feel tears shoot to my eyes.
At the same time, I’m about to explode with lust.
“What did you say? You little fucking slut. You want more?”
The strap connects with my skin again. I arch my back and throw my head backwards. Jack keeps spanking me with the leather.
I’m sure red welts are forming on my ass, but I want fucking more.
When he stops, I’m so fucking ready I beg him to take me.
“Jack, please fuck me,” I’m panting.
His fingers trace an invisible line along my spine. I turn into a bowl of trembling fucking jelly.
When he gets to my ass, he stops.
I wiggle it toward him.
Slowly my fears and inhibitions fall away from me.
His hands reach under me and he picks me up again. I feel him push me toward the fireplace. My breathing is so fast now I feel as if I’ve run and won the one-hundred-meter race.
There’s a box with wood, and Jack tips it over with his foot. Then he lifts me up and has me stand on it. My body’s pressed against the wall.
His right hand grabs my hands and brings them up over my head where he keeps them.
The flames licking up in the fireplace throw our bodies into a strange light.
I half turn my head to see what he’s doing.
His massive cock is at my ass.
That’s what the box is for. I’m so short, I require a step-stool for ass-fucking.
He wouldn’t, would he?
Wide-eyed, I watch him guide his long thick poker right into my hole.
“Fuuuuuuucccckkkk,” I moan, arching my back.
At first Jack is able to exercise some restraint. He eases that massive, thick cock slowly into my most private hole.
I feel him work against the tightness.
My legs are about as ooey-gooey as chocolate lava cake. In fact, my whole body feels as if it might just dissolve onto the floor.
When he’s all the way in, Jack starts to work himself into a rhythm. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
The heat of the flames combines with the heat of our bodies. I fear we might combust any second.
Jack is pumping in and out of me like a piston in an engine. My tits are bouncing up and down as my body goes limp and Jack holds me up.
“Yeeeessss,” I hiss and push against Jack and his growing cock.
The box sways a little. Jack’s free hand grabs my tits and starts squeezing them and pinching my nipples.
Fuck.
I feel explosions of pleasure rip through me. Fireworks are exploding in my head, and somewhere behind my belly button, a giant volcano erupts, unleashing molten lava through each and every one of my pores.
If someone were to measure the amount of pleasure I was experiencing, like people measure earthquakes, I would be off the fucking scale.
Beads of sweat roll down my neck, shoulders, and back. I’m so fucking hot.
With each and every thrust, Jack is unleashing a different part of the old me.
Gone is Daddy’s girl. In its place is a new me. A me who likes to be dominated and fucked by Jack. A me who is no longer inhibited about sex and exploring a man’s fucking cock.
Not just any man, but Jack.
My Jack.
Thinking of him in terms of mine adds to the intensity of my pleasure. I think of stirring molten chocolate, because that is how my insides feel.
And then just like that, Jack pulls out of me.
My heart only seconds before filled to the brim with love, shatters into millions of shrapnel.
I’ve done something wrong, but what?
Just as I’m trying to put the question into words, Jack grabs me and picks me up. There’s no hate in his eyes. Animalistic lust flickers in them.
Carefully he takes me to the sheepskin rug in front of the fire and lies me on it, facing him.
Then he opens my legs, and I feel his fingers in me.
Relief and love wash over me.
It’s oddly reassuring. Now I know for sure that I haven’t done anything wrong.
“I want to look at you when you come,” he murmurs and brushes my hair out of my face.
When his lips brush across my nipples, I know I’m about lose my mind. So much fucking pleasure no one can endure, I’m sure.
His throbbing, massive cock pushes into my tight pussy. As he goes deep into me, my pussy tightens around his hot, pulsing rod. Sweet fucking mother.
My lower back arches up to meet his thrusting hips.
Our eyes are locked together as he increases his tempo. Soon the only sound I can hear is Jack’s heavy breathing, the flickering of the flames, and his balls hitting my flesh.
I don’t recognize Jack’s expression. I can’t quite place it, and of course I’m really not able to think clearly. The wave of pleasure is picking me and taking me on the longest fucking ride.
When his jaw muscle tightens, I know he’s not far away from coming. My own orgasm is building deep within me.
Our fountains erupt at the same time when Jack unleashes his huge load of cum into me.
We are weightless and floating. Shooting stars, firework, and explosions all intermingle.
When he’s finished, he stays inside of me. My pussy is tight and not eager to let him go. In fact, I don’t want this moment to end, ever. I want it to last forever.
I know nothing stays the same and lasts forever, but I try and hold onto this moment for as long as I can. Right up to the second when he pulls out of me.
As soon as his massive cock is no longer filling my insides, there’s an emptiness I’ve never felt before. I marvel how quickly I have come to need Jack.
I need him, just like he needs me.
We complete each other. In every way.
“Now then,” he murmurs into my ear. “You ready?”
Before I can ask him for what, he starts kissing me. He starts on my ear lobe and moves down to my throat. Strong fingers, able to do so much damage, caress and tease me.
Already I can feel myself get horny again.