Spiked

The words alone were enough to make my core tremble. I pulled his head into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, trying desperately to take more of him in— and to do it while his tongue was tasting me. He licked me long and slow at first, letting his tongue linger by my entrance before pushing it inside and flicking at my walls. I groaned; Jacob’s cock stiffened even more. I wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to pull myself in closer so I could take more of him in.

Jacob groaned at this, then drove his hips forward, pushing his cock farther into my mouth. I couldn’t pull away, I realized— the angles were all wrong, being upside down was meddling with my scant oral sex knowledge. For a moment, I nearly panicked at the thought of not being able to come up for air…but then the very same thought made me burn with arousal. I steered into the panic, and drove my lips down far as they would go, letting as much of Jacob into me as I could. He responded by pulling my pussy closer to him and finally, expertly, rubbing my clit with his tongue.

I screamed in pleasure— or tried to, but the words were muffled by his dick filling my mouth. Jacob responded by holding me tight with one hand, and letting the other wander up to my ass, massaging that entrance as he rubbed his tongue harder and harder against my clit. I tried to say his name, tried to moan, tried to do something useful for him— but all I could do was keep sucking on his cock while my body ached and throbbed and longed for release.

“Sasha,” Jacob moaned into my pussy. “God, your pussy tastes so good. How am I supposed to keep my mouth off of it?” He kissed between my legs, teasing at my lips, letting his tongue run up and down every fold until I bucked against him, and he had to hold me tightly to keep me from falling.

He laughed breathily. “Sweet girl,” he murmured, then eased up his grip. I was able to release his cock from my mouth as Jacob eased me back to the blanket. He lowered his head back to my pussy for a moment and kissed me on my clit, long and slow and hard, only stopping when I whimpered in need. Jacob lifted his head and stroked my pussy with his fingertips, quieting me and thrilling me at the same time.

“You look ready for me to fuck you now,” he said lowly.

“I’m always ready for you to fuck me,” I panted, rocking my hips against his fingers.

Jacob smiled, then positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my ankles up, placed them on his shoulders— a position that would have been impossible if his injury was still as bad as it used to be.

It caused my ass to be lifted off the ground entirely. Jacob reached forward and took hold of my hips, then pulled me to him. His cock slid into me easily— I was so wet, now— and I relished in how tight my pussy gripped him.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Sasha,” Jacob said, looking down at me as he pumped back and forth into my pussy. “I’ve fucked you deep, and I’ve fucked you hard, but never really both at once. Your pussy is still so virgin-tight…”

“I can take it,” I said hungrily, words falling from my mouth like I were begging for water or food or air, not his cock.

“I know. And you’re going to,” Jacob said dangerously, and then unleashed himself on me. His cock pushed hard into my pussy, his hips coming to meet at my lips, and I thrashed at first in fear, then in pleasure. Jacob was massive, everything about him was massive, from his strength to his muscles to his dick, and with the full force of him fucking me I felt rattled and pleasured and impressed that he’d still apparently been holding back all this time. My breasts bounced on my chest as he took me, and my eyes drifted shut as my orgasm rushed toward me, faster than ever before—

“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered, slowing just for a moment. “And you’re not going to come just yet, Sasha. You’re going to hold off until I say you can, understand?”

I nodded; Jacob responded by pressing his thumb up against my asshole. “Understand?” he asked again.

“I understand,” I panted in response, and he smiled, pressed his finger a bit farther. When I moaned in pleasure, he removed it, took my hips back in his hand, and went back to pounding me, fucking me in a way I knew would have destroyed me, had he done it like this the first time we had sex. The fact that it wasn’t destroying me now made me feel empowered— but that in turn made it more and more difficult for me to keep my orgasm at bay. I took slow breaths, but air was thrust from my lungs each time Jacob pushed deep into my pussy—