“Make me, Jacob,” I reply, rocking my backside against him with the same brashness he’s pounding into me; no more than thirty seconds and I go from my hands to my elbows, hair falling down on my shoulders as I feel the thunder of climax drawing close.
Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Jake’s insatiable hunger is rubbing off on me. I am normally a pretty horny gal but he just makes me even hornier to the point where I'm an animal driven purely by lust and instinct and I'm only acting in a way that will get me fucked more and make sure that I come harder. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel an ungodly pressure mounting inside of me; if I don’t come soon, I’m going to really explode. But before I can come, he laces his arms around my waist and pulls me back.
Still with his cock in me, he lies down on the seat as I roll into a sitting position over his cock, my back turned to him. I let the orgasm come then, grabbing Jake’s ankles while I sway my hips back and forth, left and right, all over his cock. Electricity and flames devour me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Only when my body becomes completely spent will I do it, and only because I won’t be physically capable of carrying on.
“So good…” I moan, not even knowing if my heart's still beating. “I want more.” Instead of swaying my hips, I stop doing that and prepare to use what little energy still remains inside of me. I start jumping on his cock, and I do it hard. He’s cupping my ass as I go, and I lean just a bit forward, slightly bending his cock down and imagining the pressure he’s feeling right now.
“Fuck,” he exhales sharply, slapping my ass again.
His whole body becomes rock solid and I can’t help but jump on him with all the strength that I have in me. Suddenly, he hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me down hard onto him. I sit on his cock and he is so deep inside of me that I almost black out from the sensation.
Suddenly, I’m out of my mind with ecstasy.
Pleasure rages through me in a way I’ve never felt before, utterly consuming my mind. I’m high on sex; I’m high on Jake. And as his cock spasms again, his load shooting deep into me, I moan so hard that my voice starts to disappear, my throat going hoarse and scratchy from just how much the pleasure is ripping through me. He keeps coming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as a torrent of cum takes hold of me.
Only when he becomes still do I roll to the side and lay back against the seat, my limbs sprawled. I didn’t even notice it, but I’m covered in sweat, locks of hair plastered to my face. I want to speak, I want to move, but there’s not a single reserve of energy inside of me. I gave it my all, and in return, I’ve been sacrificed at the altar of pleasure.
Jake turns to me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Just lay back...I’ll take care of you.”
“Yes...” I nod, Jake’s lips traveling down my neck. His mouth hikes down between my breasts and over my stomach, only stopping when he has his head right between my legs. Tenderly, he starts licking my folds, taking care of the cum that’s dripping down my thighs. Pushing his mouth into me, he sucks my folds in, wrapping his lips around them and taking in every single drop of cum I have on my pussy. I remember that this is us fucking first thing in the morning…but I think about the level of shower I need after how hard we just fucked. I can’t say I’m bothered by that—when Jake and I fuck, we hold nothing back. We go all out. I come so hard I might black out, and that’s not the kind of thing that a girl just trades in.
I think Jake feels like we’re in a good place, judging by the excellent job he’s doing licking up every drop of what’s left of our fun. After he is done licking, I feel like his tongue has almost prepared me for another round, but I think that way leads to something other than a workday, and we will have to get some work done at some point.
Satisfied with the job he’s done, Jake sits up, lying back with his body pressed against mine. “There...much better now,” he whispers, smiling at me. I run one lazy finger over his lips, an errant drop of cum still hanging there.
“Yes...much better.” With him, everything’s better. I can’t believe how incredible fucking Jake feels.
"I'm not done with you, actually," Jake says with a laugh.
"Oh my God!" I cry out. I start laughing too.
"Oh, are you not up for it?" Jake taunts me, and he knows that he's go
t me now.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder. "Jacob, I could never get enough of you fucking me, and you know it," I say, and I push my ass up.
His fingers hook into my thighs and his cock is buried deep inside me before I even have to time to think about it.
And what is there to think about it? I need him to fuck me until neither one of us has energy anymore...and then I need him to fuck me some more. I seriously don't think I could ever get enough of him fucking me. We don't know how to do quick, slow, gentle, or simple. We do throat-rending, pussy-exploding, cum-covered bodies kinds of sex that makes you break out into a sweat when you think about it later.
His cock thrusts into me harder, slamming into me with an energy that makes it feel like it could be our first time fucking, not his cock driving home inside me again for another time.
His thrusts are completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I’m about find out.
I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive cock. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips. My body seems to have a secret valve of sound just for expressing how good it feels when Jake fucks me.
Can he even go any deeper? I wonder as he slams harder and harder into me, and my pussy aches for more. No matter how much he fucks me, I'll always want more. I find myself trying to get him deeper, so I open my hands and put them to my side, pushing back with my ass and lifting it up. Jake eases his pressure on me, leaning back as I go from laying down to being on all fours. He slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, grabbing my ass as he thrusts his hips forward and restarts his assault.
“Fuck!” I growl out. “It’s so, so fucking good.” I'm panting now and unable to contain just how intensely the way he's fucking me is affecting me.
I want him to go harder but, even before I have the chance to beg him for that, he leans forward and starts pounding into me with so much force I reach to grab the edge of the leather seat, as if that’s going to help me when this man pounds his cock into me so damn hard that I almost forget my name. Amazing, though, is that that I can't forget his name, my body repeating it like a prayer as it tries to escape my lips. "Jacob, fuck," I finally manage in a whispering moan.
Two slow and deep thrusts, and I let out a scream so loud that I think people on the other side of the world heard it and my voice comes back. I jut my ass back into him as needles of pleasure stab each square inch of my body, like fireworks going off underneath my skin and lighting up my mind.
“I want you to come…” I purr. “I want you to come inside of me, Jacob…”