Jack

He’s nearing the breaking point, but he’s not going to give me the slightest bit of reprieve on his way there. He’s panting furiously, and I don’t know how his arms aren’t getting tired as he pulls me into him with each strike. I try to push my ass up, expose myself utterly and totally to him, give myself over to both our rampant lusts, but he’s in control of everything. All of it. And there’s nothing I can do about it when his balls start to tighten.

“I’m going to breed you, girl,” he growls, and I let out a squeaky gasp of pleasure as the words send an orgasm crashing through me. He’s doing it. He’s making me his in the way I’ve always craved but never understood until this moment. I need it, all of it, and I need it in me now.

His cock swells bigger than ever as he lets out a deep, ragged moan from the depths of his chest, and I feel his seed spill into me hot and fierce, making another orgasm wrack my body from head to toe as we come together. His white, hot seed erupts into me, filling me up in just a few thrusts, but there’s so much more in there, I know it.

That’s why it surprises me when after just four shots of his virile seed, he pulls out of me, and he flips me over, holding me in one arm as his other hand massages his shaft and sends another jet of it come into my face.

The hot, sweet sensation of his pearly seed hitting my lips and running down my neck is indescribably wonderful. I gasp as another shoots out and gets in my hair, another hitting my chest and staining all that wonderful fabric I brought for him. More and more of it comes, hitting my skin and running down it to warm me up in the midst of the cold Dutch winter.

By the end of it, I’m covered in him, breathing heavily as the last of his seed spills out, his shaft and hand glistening from the seed.

Instinct acts for me as I sit up with the last of my energy, and even he is surprised as I open my mouth and take his relieved cock into it, letting my tongue wash over him and clean his cock of our intermingled come. He lets out a groan as I do, and I taste just a little more come release just for me as I massage his balls while I clean him. As I get the last of it and look up at him, my face is glowing with bliss, just as his is.

He picks me up and kisses me deeply, his chest breathing deeply with the afterglow of our sex, and he holds me in that kiss for longer than I can keep track of.

“You’re incredible, Jess,” he says as I try to find my breath, utterly spent from him. He takes his jacket and starts to clean off parts of my body lovingly while I try to muster words.

“I…” I manage in a haze, but he just chuckles and puts a finger to my lips.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he says, “there’ll be time for words later.”

But that time comes sooner rather than later as I’m startled by a sudden buzzing of my phone, and I blink over at it in my jacket to see a FaceTime call coming in from Casey.

“Shit,” I say, “that’s my roommate.” Weird, she shouldn’t be calling at this hour if she’s on her date. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach suddenly, but Jack nods for me to answer it, and I do, angling myself away from the come-stained jacket-wielding shirtless man behind me.

“Casey?” I say as the image flickers into view on the screen. It’s Casey, but I can tell she’s pretty drunk by the look in her eyes. What’s worse, she looks scared.

“Jess,” she gasps, looking at me terrified, “Jess, there’s some teenagers following me half a block back, and I’m scared. I-I don’t want to leave my bike, but I can’t find a cab and I-” The call drops suddenly, the screen going dark. My eyes widen, and I try to call her back immediately, but only to go straight to voicemail.

“Her phone must have died,” I breathe, looking up at Jack, but he’s already getting dressed and raising his phone to his ear.

“I need a chauffeur here, now,” he says into the phone, looking to me and giving a confident nod.

5

“Where to?” the chauffeur of the sleek black sedan that just pulled up asks as we climb in. It’s a luxury car, more lavish than I’ve ever seen. And this is just Jack’s traveling car for the road.

“Uh…” I say, wracking my brain to figure out where she might have been. “I saw...a building with a bunch of eyes on it in the background, it was weird, and some kind of fruit stand on the street corner.”

“Ah!” says the driver to my surprise, “the Bos en Lommerweg. My sister lives there.”

Jack hands the driver a handful of hundred Euro bills, nodding to him. “Hurry.”

We peel away from the curb and rocket across town towards our destination. Within a few minutes, I yell, “Stop the car!” as Casey comes into view. She’s stumbling from her drunkenness, and there’s a group of about four guys behind her, drunkenly jeering at her, and I know the aggression in their body language.

I hear a low, menacing sound from Jack as the car comes to a halt, and before I can react, he springs out of the car and races toward them.

I hear him shouting at them in Dutch, and I don’t know what they’re saying, but one of the youth slurs something back as he staggers forward to throw a punch at him. To my surprise, Jack catches the man’s fist, stopping him cold as he twists his arm behind his back and throws him back to his friends, snarling something else and pointing for them to get out. It looks like the group is about to keep up the jeering, but eventually, they shuffle off, leaving Casey looking at Jack and me in shock as I step out of the car.

She collapses into my arms wordlessly as I run forward to catch her. “She’s out cold,” I say as Jack steps forward and picks her up, nodding.

“Those men were about to do something terrible,” he says. “Let’s get you both back to my room.”

The next morning, I awaken in the huge king-size bed I slept in with Jack to the smell of cooking crepes in the penthouse’s kitchen. Jack has several beds in his private suite, and he let Casey doze in one of them on her own while me and Jack slept in his bed.

Casey was gone by the time I woke, and I saw a message from her on my phone thanking me for last night, that she owed me another pot cupcake, but she thought she ought to give me and Jack some private time. I smile as I climb out of bed, realizing I’m still in the lingerie from last night.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jack says as he serves me a fresh crepe, taking a seat on the bed beside me as I wrap my arms around his bare chest, nuzzling into him with a contented sigh as I feel my pussy warming for him already. “Feel refreshed from last night?”