“Ohhh, Jack!” I scream out as he starts eating me out, and oh my god, if the feeling of him inside me was good, this is something different altogether! His tongue is massive yet precise, and it emerges from his ruggedly handsome face to stroke the length of my pussy. It gets me so fucking hot that I grip the sheets and push my hips up into him, feeling my body ache and demand more.

I’d heard people say oral was good, but this? I want to wallow in him forever, and I want that tongue of his in me forever. His tongue darts in and out of his mouth, striking somewhere in my pussy that takes me to new and unknown heights. His tongue finds my clit effortlessly, and even as I start to squirm more and more greedily, I realize he’s holding my hips down, keeping my thighs apart. I’m so completely his, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Jack!” I cry out, almost a sob of joy as much as a cry of desire, “Jack, don’t stop, please!”

“You taste too sweet, love,” he growls, his rough stubble lighting my pussy on fire as honey runs from it. “I wouldn’t stop for the world.”

His tongue shoots up to my clit and swirls upon it, pressing in and lapping at it relentlessly. It’s like he’s exploring some new and delicious candy, and he can’t get enough of it. Soon, I feel him reach around me and lift my hips up, bringing me higher up so it’s easier for him to run his tongue through my pussy, diving deep and moving his tongue around in there with such dexterity.

I let out an unimpeded scream as he makes me come, my legs fighting desperately to close. It’s like taking a turn on a road and skidding out of control—I feel like I have to recoil, to draw back, to give my poor body a break after it went too far, but he doesn’t let me! My toes clench, I feel like I’m about to rip the sheets out, and my pussy feels like it’s going to explode, but he doesn’t stop.

I take a sharp, gasping breath as he keeps going, and my orgasms keep coming. His face shines with my honey, but there’s no sign of him stopping. He just keeps going, his tongue as strong and durable and flexible as ever, tormenting, torturing, ravaging my clit. This can’t stop. Not now. But it has to, or I’m going to die of this overwhelming sensation.

My face glistens by the time he finally slows when my hands go up to my nipples, doing the unthinkable and stimulating me more. My face is red and my mouth hangs open, but damn it, if this ecstasy is going to kill me, I want to die in more pleasure than anyone else before me!

Finally, he gives my pussy one final, long, deep stroke, and I feel another orgasm shudder through my body as he lets me hit the mattress.

My limbs are limp, and my chest is rising and falling in exhaustion. He’s fucked me so silly I don’t know which way is even up anymore. I’m uselessly lying there, but the dark laugh above me tells me he’s far from done.

I feel his strong, tender grip on my thighs, and I realize he’s massaging them, feeling every inch of smooth muscle that’s

almost shaking from all this.

“Little Jess,” he coos, massaging my burning thighs and making me feel like I’m floating on a cloud, “you’re so wound-up! But I promise you this...as long as I’m here, I’m going to unwind you like a ball of yarn and leave you strewn out across the floor.”

“I’d rather be wound around you all day,” I retort, and he laughs, raising one of my legs up and draping it over his shoulder, holding up my hip in the other hand.

“You’re brave, girl,” he says. I know I shouldn’t do this. It’s all too much. But my pussy is greedy, and it’s speaking for me, despite my exhaustion. I know what’s coming. Even at this angle, I can see that massive, ominously looming cock reading itself. “I like that.”

He impales me on his cock, and I let out a gasp as his shaft bucks into me all the way to the hilt, his balls hitting my thigh as he holds me up and fucks me sideways.

I don’t even know what way to twist as his huge, red-hot cock lurches into me rhythmically, not as precise as his tongue, but so much more fulfilling. I curse myself for comparing the two so crudely earlier. I was stupid. This is beyond any other feeling I’ve had in my twenty-some years of life. And I don’t know how or if I want it to stop, even for a little bit.

He pounds into me and makes the whole, huge bed shake. When this monster of a man fucks, the world around him feels it, and nothing feels it more than me. I feel the whole force of him ploughing into me, and I love it.

I arch my back, trying to move around on his cock, but it’s pinning me to the bed, harder and stronger than any iron bonds. I want him, his seed, to hold everything he gives inside me.

His fingers grip my thigh against him as he holds me up, and one of his hands goes down to toy with my clit while he pounds me, his thumb swirling on my clit while his cock rams into me, deep, hard, and fast.

I forget my name for a moment, forget where I am. All that matters is Jack and his cock. The shape of it is imprinted on my mind’s eye, and I clench my pussy as best I can around it, feeling every contour, every detail.

And I feel him getting harder, faster.

As any other man, any other human being, Jack should be losing control now. His rhythm, that unstoppable, machine-like pistoning, is unbelievable. Somehow, even as fast as he’s going, he’s sliding up and hitting just that right golden spot on my inner walls, and my abdomen tightens, my body heaving itself up for another orgasm with the last of my strength.

But Jack’s not like any other man. He’s just hammering into me relentlessly, and it’s only when I scream his name with my orgasm that he lets control of the reins loose.

Now, I feel like I’m in real danger from this animal of a man. His bucking grows uncontrolled, loses its rhythm. He’s going wild inside me, and I feel another orgasm roll out of me from the sheer mayhem he’s wreaking on my pussy.

Finally, those virile, heavy balls start to tighten, and I eagerly push my hips in as much as I can to receive my reward for it all.

His seed feels so blissful, a panacea for my aching pussy as he coats my inner walls with it, the thick, potent seed feeling so warm and right inside me. I arch my back to keep as much of it in me as I possibly can. I know just how sweet it tastes on my lips, and it’s even sweeter in my pussy, mixing with my honey.

Jet after jet of it empties into me as he releases himself, all of his pent-up energy, all of it melts away from us along with all of mine that he’s fucked away over the past however-long-it’s-been. So much of it spills into me that some of it comes out from within my lips, blessing the bed beneath us with the aftermath of our love.

The last of his seed comes out into me, and he withdraws his cock to let just a little more spill out onto my belly. There’s a certain feeling that comes with that last bit of it on my skin that leaves me so utterly satisfied, so fulfilled, so glowing.

I manage a smile up at him, but my thighs are shaking.

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