Jack

“D-do you like it?” I breathe, desperate for his approval, my pussy pulsing with need for him.

“I could have anyone from anywhere in the world, babe,” he says, finding my clit and sliding a finger in to start toying with my swollen nub, stealing a breath from me as it sends a pulse of electricity through me. “But you’re better than any of it, Jess.”

My mind is swirling. There’s nothing dishonest in his words, no deception in what he says as he starts to finger me right there on the docks.

My wetness was already starting just from the thought of being with him, so when he swirls his finger on my clit, my heart pounds and my honey gets my whole pussy wet under the lace, and I can tell by the look in his eye that he’s enjoying this almost more than I am.

I crave his touch. I want more of him on me, in me, all over me, whatever. In a matter of seconds, he’s sent me over the edge of rationality and into a daze of lust and desire.

“I’m going to take you right here on the edge, babe,” he says in a husky tone, “but I’m going to give you a world-class view while you take it.”

I start to ask what he means, but before I can, he opens his pants and lets out that colossal pillar of masculinity, dark and hard like it was the night I first saw it. Standing up in the moonlight, though, it looks even more impressive than before. I wonder if that’s just how it looks at this angle, or if it’s really more eager for me now that it’s had a taste.

Again, I feel a pulse of warmth shoot through me as I think about this god among men getting turned on by me of all people, but god, I need him now. I’m addicted to him. He lets me reach forward to stroke his shaft, and it thickens at my touch, making my heart race. I hardly notice as he slips my jacket off.

I run my hand up and down it a few times before he grabs me and picks me up effortlessly. What kind of workout routine does this guy have? The thought of him pumping iron and working out those massive, perfected muscles keeps me company as he lifts me up and perches me atop his cock, my back facing him, giving me a view of the glittering water out in the harbor while his bulging crown teases me at my pussy.

“I took it easy last time, doll,” he says ominously as he swirls me around the tip of his cock. It’s torture. I need him in me, all the way, and I need it badly. But can I take it? “You won’t get it so easy this time.” He leaves no room for protest, no room for anything but utter surrender as he starts to lower me onto his shaft.

It’s so slow I can’t stand it, but god, every inch of it is utter bliss. I feel his crown pushing through my lips, my honey making the entry a tight fit but unbelievably pleasurable, making me feel whole again as he makes his way in. Every second, I feel more of my inner walls being filled, and before I know it, I’m sitting on his cock, my heart pounding as my ass touches his thighs and my eyes look out on the sleepy harbor.

I can feel how close he is to falling off the dock. My fingers can touch the edge of the dock, freezing water below us, and there’s no way my weight isn’t making it hard for him to keep us up. But then again, with those muscles, anything could be possible.

“Enjoy the view?” he asks, reaching a hand up to grope my breast, taking time to enjoy the feel of the outfit I spent so much time assembling for him while savoring the natural feel of my body.

“It’s...amazing,” I gasp, hardly able to focus with a monstrous cock inside me. I can’t believe all of this. I’m sitting here looking out on a gorgeous view of the Amsterdam harbor, the icy waters of the northern seas glittering like sapphires before me, while inside me is the cock of a man whose net worth is greater than that of anyone in my family for generations, all put together. This guy goes on vacations worth more than my college tuition — and he’s hungry for me.

“I have to say the same,” he whispers, kissing along my neck as he squeezes me, and before I can respond, he starts bouncing me on his cock.

My jaw hangs open as he starts pushing me up and down, and I’m so helpless as he spears me, his cock grinding against my g-spot immediately. He knows exactly where to find it, one session with me more than enough for him to know every secret my body has.

He’s an expert. A master of this. And I know absolutely nothing, except that this is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life.

“B-be careful, Jack,” I gasp as I feel us inching forward slowly, “the dock, it’s-”

“What’s that, babe??

?? he teases me, bouncing me harder on his cock, silencing me as I feel waves of ecstasy wash through me, an orgasm swelling up in my body already. “I can’t hear you, what should I be careful of?”

I realize he’s inching us closer to the edge, pounding me harder and harder, making me utterly useless atop him, and only a squeak comes out when I try to protest. His cock slides in and out of me with such precision — how is he maintaining that at this awkward position? But he does it expertly, like my pussy was made for him.

“You’re perfect, Jess,” he growls into my ear, his hands gripping me greedily, hungrily, possessively as I’m rocked atop him. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known, do you know that? And I’m going to make you mine. I want everyone to know.”

That does it. The thought of being so animalistic possessed, claimed by this massive man sends me spiralling over the edge like we’re so close to doing into the freezing water below, and I feel warmth spread up my body as every muscle tightens and relaxes as I come, honey flooding his cock as I let out a gasp that carries so far over the water.

Anyone could hear us. That was loud, I realize as my face blushes even harder. But he isn’t stopping like last time. Instead, he chuckles deeply, stroking and playing with my hair idly while he just keeps bouncing me. I’m like a toy in his grasp. “Good girl,” he praises, “that’s what I like to hear.”

He bounces me rhythmically, every bit as much precision and relentlessness as he had last time, but this new angle opens up my body to so many new sensations. I’ve never done anything like this to myself — this is all him.

Finally, just when I think we’re really about to fall off, he slides back and hoists me off his dick, a string of my honey trailing out of it with his precum before he sets me aside and gets on his knees. I feel something soft under me and realize that he just set me on top of his jacket, padding my knees. I blush as I realize what’s about to come.

“Bend over, Jess,” he whispers, but I’m already getting into position, pushing my ass up towards him as I bend my head down, my pussy quivering with need for him.

“Take me, Jack,” I breathe, “everything you want, I want to give it to you!”

There are no charming words from that — I’ve awakened something fiercer in him. He grabs my hips, the sight of my ass driving him wild as he enters me rough and hard. I’m so slick that it doesn’t hurt, but it takes me by surprise — angled like this, he feels bigger than ever, and the moment his crown strikes my g-spot, I let out a cry of pleasure as I nearly come from that alone. It doesn’t take me long to actually come again as he starts ramming into me with such ferocity, such base desire that I feel like an animal.

It’s like all the culture and civilization around us has melted away, leaving just us, two beasts fucking each other senseless. I feel more exhausted than ever, yet there’s so much more energy untapped inside me. The sound of our flesh slapping against flesh echoes over the waters as he pounds me, each motion getting harder and harder, until finally, I feel him start to tighten, get stronger and fiercer as instinct takes over entirely.