Layla
I answer the door naked because I need Jake in this apartment now. I grab the collar of his shirt, pull him inside, and slam him into the door to close it, my naked body crashing against his still clothed one. My lips close over his, panting over his for a moment, before I pull back and start tearing off his clothes.
I look at that perfect face of his, lust darkening his eyes, and that grin that’s always on his face has an unmistakable look of hunger. His lips part, both of us breathing for a pause before he finally speaks. “Someone’s eager,” Jake says, but his breathing is already ragged. Neither one of us can wait a moment longer. We stare into each other’s eyes, and I can practically hear a soundtrack behind us, swelling before we finally touch each other.
My little sexting experiment has yielded some pretty interesting results, wouldn’t you say? I know that I've never even enjoyed masturbating so much as I did knowing that I was sending Jake those pictures, and the fact that he rushed over here only makes it that much better. That pure male challenge in his voice when I told him he’d need to get here? Well, that’s the sort of thing that just guarantees a repeat performance, no matter how many orgasms you’ve already had. And sure, I had several before he got here, but that was barely a pre-game show to the main event now that he’s here. I have never wanted someone so much in my life; I have never been so wet and desperate to touch a man. I want to please him.
I drop down to my knees and tear at his belt buckle and see that his cock is raging hard, raring to be freed. “You must mean you,” I say with a lighthearted giggle. I look at the full length of his cock and for a moment I’m just overwhelmed; I want to suck his cock and I want to shuck myself on it. I think we both have this generalized excitement that's making us act like wild animals, or like two teenagers that need to fuck as soon as possible.
“At this point, fuck if I know,” he says, grabbing me and pressing me up against the door. My back is against the door and I’m standing up against him, but my legs shoot up on instinct because I need him, and I need him now.
I wrap my legs around Jake and grind my pussy against his cock, my slick folds swiping against his cock so he can feel how wet that he makes me. His hands slide down his pants, finishing off the job I started when I freed his cock. Jake kicks off his shoes, and it's all a blur to me because my mouth is on his neck, his ear, against his lips again.
His hands slide up and down my sides and I shiver against him. My nipples are so hard now, aching for his touch. Jake’s eyes capture my own, and for a moment, our insanely lustful moments are on pause while we share a look.
“Layla…” Jake begins to speak, and I inhale because there’s an actual, present emotional weight in the air around us now. I could tell by that look we shared and now what he said, and suddenly I don’t know what to do. My instincts are torn between panic, excitement, and lust. He started this and now I want to know what he says.
I feel it…something is about to happen. This is one of the moments that I’m going to always remember, and I have that feeling—you know the one, like the bass has been dropped—inside my stomach and I need to breathe it all in. I feel butterflies in my stomach almost like nerves, but also this anxious, anticipatory excitement that makes me want to jump up and down or something. It takes something huge to distract us when we both want to fuck as badly as we do right now.
What’s been happening between us, both of us can feel it. And I think he’s actually saying it. You know…that word that the girl in the relationship never wants to say first, because then she’s desperate? I really think Jake is about to drop the ‘L’ bomb, the bomb to stop all other bombs, right now, despite how our relationship started and everything else about how complicated it is.
Or maybe I’m crazy. Let’s see what Jake actually says to me before I start naming our future babies or something, okay? I mean I don’t have to tell you. You’re biting your nails right along with me.
Okay, now why did I have to say that thing about babies? For whatever biological reason, that gets me even hornier, and now I’m probably giving him crazy eyes while I contemplate this whole future with a man who I really shouldn’t have acted on my attraction toward in the first place. But this spiral of thoughts leads nowhere good, so I take a deep breath and look at him. “Jacob,” I say in a whisper, hoping to summon the energy to say more…and then realizing that, no, I need him to say more. I look into his eyes again, searching for whatever it is that he’s about to say.
Jake’s eyes are warm and he steps closer to me, his hands on my shoulders for a moment, and he squeezes me tightly. “Layla, I love you,” Jake says.
He really says it. The ‘L’ bomb dropped, I feel the anxious energy inside me come to head and I stare at him, desperate all over again to touch him, fuck him, and feel him inside me. His gaze holds mine, his fingers stroking along my jawline, making me shut my eyes and feel the weight of even this feather-light touch like it's the most important thing in the world
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My eyes start to water. I can’t help myself. “I love you, too, Jacob,” I say, sucking in my lower lip and looking down for a second, the sheer intensity of how I feel about him overwhelming me.
“Look at me, baby,” Jake says, gripping my chin so that I’ll look into his eyes again. “You’re the perfect woman for me. I love you and I can’t stand the idea of not telling you right now. I had to tell you. When you come, I want it to be for me,” Jake says, his voice turning into a growl. “Do you want that?” he asks me in a deep voice that sends shivers up and down my spine.
“Yes, Jacob,” I whimper, wiggling my pussy against him, hyper-aware now of the growing hardness he’s bared that is sliding into my pussy folds with its own direction. “I want to come for you. I want to come on you, come with you, and taste our cum together,” I tell him. The words are nasty, I know, but there’s something pure and sweet in them, too. Like, they’re romantic. There’s something about someone who is truly sexually compatible with you and that understands what you want, what you crave, and wants those things, too. Jake understands my lust on a primal level. There’s body language and there’s being fluent in lust, and Jake knows every unspoken word my body says and translates it into bliss.
The head of his cock slips into my pussy folds now, sinking into me. I cry out and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him tighter.
Jake carts us off to my bedroom, his cock never leaving me, and I feel him thrust into me, stretching me, filling me so perfectly that my eyes roll back in their orbits. He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his cock. My body crashes down on the bed and Jake is on top of me, pistoning his cock into me with deep, long, incredible strokes that light my body on fire with lust and hunger. His hands stroke up my body, then put my hands above my head. I gasp as he starts to slam longer strokes into my pussy, fully pulling his cock out of me and then slamming back into me so deep that my eyes are rolling back in my head.
I writhe under him, my hips bucking, and I push back in time with each of his thrusts, but Jake seems to take my involvement as more of a challenge than a team effort. He wraps his hands around my stomach and flips me over. His cock pops out of me for a moment and then he slides back into me, pulling my legs up so that my ass is up in the air. I yelp at the deep angle of his penetration. His hand comes down and smacks my ass, sending a sharp sensation of lust sparking through my body and making my pussy clench down on his cock.
“Harder,” I plead, bucking my hips at him and trying to force his cock to go even deeper inside me, the spanking sending me over the edge.
With a groan, he presses his body against mine harshly and starts fucking me in complete abandon, pounding me so fiercely that a pleasant warm numbness starts taking over my pussy. “That’s...That’s it…” I groan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as my brain starts short-circuiting.
I close my eyes as electricity starts crackling under my skin, tension mounting inside of me, and I grit my teeth, bracing for impact. The orgasm hits me before I’m fully ready for it and I’m surging through pleasure on shaky legs, barely holding myself up.
“Now that’s how you get started,” I whisper, breathing hard enough to make me dizzy for a moment. With a groan he slides his cock out of my pussy but, before I can continue my assault on him, he grabs me by the hips and forces me forward on the bed. My arms shoot up by instinct, and I place my hands against the wall for support, jutting my ass back as I do it.
“I love the view from here,” he says, spanking my ass again. This only makes me push my ass out more for him.
Jake brings his mouth to my shoulder and growls against my skin, jabbing his cock between my ass cheeks. That thrust and groan is all the warning I get before he starts to work my clit, rubbing rough circles over my sensitive spot with such fervor that I start to sweat and pant. I wiggle my ass for him again, and I feel his cock slide into my pussy again, filling me up so perfectly. The passionate, rough yet tender fury that Jake shows me now makes me ache. The dull ache within my body pulses through me, and my eyes start to well up. The thick rod of his cock inside me fills me and strokes every sensitive spot within me. I need him with a maddening lust that eliminates everything from my thoughts but desire.
And Jake’s cock has no intentions of relenting. He pumps into me and strokes my G-spot with his perfect 12 inches. The instant intensity of contact makes my pussy tremble and shake, my legs shivering beneath me but managing to hold me up.
“Come hard for me, Layla, because your cum is what I’m using as lube to fuck your perfect ass,” Jake says, lips trailing my spine.