Jack

“Why don’t you show me?” comes a voice that’s suddenly right up to my ear, and I turn my head to see Jack looming over me, his hands wrapping around my waist. The countdown is getting closer, and I find myself melting into Jack’s arms, my lips parting. 3...2...1…

Fireworks go off all around us and inside my chest as Jack kisses me on the lips, the faint masculine scent of his light cologne filling my nostrils as I feel the soft groan in his chest. He’s holding me up into

the kiss, I realize, and I have to push myself up onto my toes to keep from getting just lifted up off the ground.

The word around us descends into cheering and celebration, but everything feels so still between me and Jack as the kiss breaks. It was a short, sweet thing, yet it was so perfect that as I look at him, see those hungry eyes peering into mine, I want to dive back in for more.

My body wants this man, and my mind isn’t willing to hold it back.

He dives in for me again, this time going for my neck, and I tilt my head back as he ravishes the sensitive flesh, my jaw hanging open as his teeth graze against it softly. I feel his hands start to explore my body as I give him permission, pressing myself up to him and grinding, feeling his stiffening cock.

He moves me to press me up against a brick wall. I open my eyes long enough to glance behind us. We’re in a somewhat secluded nook, but all it would take would be someone coming over and sticking their head around the corner to see us. But I don’t care.

I need this. And his ravenous, rough movements tell me he needs it too.

His hands grope my sides, moving down to my supple hips, squeezing them gently and rocking them up against his cock. He’s so hard, yet his movements grow controlled, and if I didn’t know better, I’d call them loving. His hands slide to my ass and pull me in close, and he brings his lips to meet mine again, sweeping me up in the rush of his taste.

It’s such a distraction that I don’t notice his hands working up my skirt until it’s too late. Blood rushes to my cheeks as his thick fingers slide into my tights, invasively probing down to the front of my panties.

Within moments, he’s in, and he feels how wet I am down there — I haven’t even noticed just how responsive my body has been to his touch, but it’s like it’s exactly what I’ve been after since landing in the city.

And now my back is arching in anticipation as he discreetly pries apart the buttons of his pants to reveal what is simply the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s gorgeous, its girth as thick as some of the dildos I’ve seen — never used, though. Not because there’s anything wrong with it, but because I’ve always been too shy to try to order one. With Jack, though, I know I’m about to get something far better.

“Please,” I gasp, “I want you so bad, Jack, but I’ve...I’ve never…” I bite my lip, and his eyes widen as he caresses my curves lovingly, and that disarming smile crosses his rugged face again.

“You’re telling me this is your first time?” He lifts my chin up to kiss me on the lips, nearly taking the breath from me as his tongue explores mine, and I feel his cock hard against me. “Then I’ll be tender. Just follow my lead, but whatever you do,” he warns, leaning in to breathe into my ear, making my pussy pulse with need for him, “don’t hold back, Jess.”

With that, I feel the tip of his bulging crown on my lips, and I’m utterly his. The tip of his cock itself feels so huge. I’ve never had anything but my fingers in my pussy before, and they felt nothing like this feels now. The tip is so warming and comforting, and my instinct tells me to push into him, to take as much of him into me as I can.

But he takes his time, keeping his promise, working it in slowly, so slowly. God, it’s excruciating and tantalizing at the same time! It gets bigger as it works towards the shaft proper, and I feel a familiar heat rising inside me as he rocks into me.

My jaw is hanging open as he fucks into me, his cocky smile looming over me as he watches his handiwork render me helpless in his hands. Yet I feel like so much more than the fucktoy my body craves to be. As his cock explores my inner walls, so nimble despite its size inside me, he seems to be getting in tune with my body’s needs, its every desire as I clench and twist around it.

“You’re a natural, Jess,” he compliments me, grinning playfully as he watches my helplessly overwhelmed face look up at him as if he were a god looming over me. I don’t even have words for him, and I feel like an idiot until he kisses me, and I feel his heart beat harder than ever against his chest. “Now let’s go a little further.”

With that, he pushes himself all the way into me. I start to let out a gasp of surprise, but he covers my mouth, the huge hand covering half my face as he starts to buck into me. My eyes close as he starts to fuck me against the wall ruthlessly. He knows the right spots inside me, and now he’s going to abuse them. And I need it so fucking badly.

“I always thought it was true what they say about American women,” he growls in a husk as he starts to buck into me faster, panting into my ear, “but here you are. But no wonder you all like sex so much, if you’re all this good at it.” He brings his head back to look into my eyes, lust filling both our gazes as we fuck hard and fast against the wall, not even caring if people around us know what’s happening. “But you’re one of a kind, aren’t you, Jess?”

One hand blindly grasps the brick wall behind me as the other clenches a fistful of his shirt as I feel my stomach tightening. Something stupid spills out of my mouth as I feel my orgasm welling up inside of me, a fresh new kind of orgasm I’ve never felt before, like a breath of fresh air when I didn’t even know I was in a stagnant room.

“Come inside me, Jack,” I whisper, my voice full of need, desperate for his seed, for this towering, masculine guy’s mark on me, in me, all over me. I need it so fucking bad I can’t stand it, and I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t get it. “Fucking give it to me!”

“Ah, so it is true what they say about you,” he growls, his thrusting getting more rhythmic, fiercer, grinding up against my g-spot ruthlessly and sending wildfire through my whole body. “You’re greedy.”

His cock pumps in and out of me like a piston, and I realize in the next instant that he’s getting less controlled, his cock stiffening and swelling even bigger, if that was even a possibility. Then I hear a low, deep groan from his chest as he spills past the point of no return, and the thought that my own body could have this effect on such a statuesque example of manhood sends ripples of ecstasy through my body, and as I feel the first shot of hot come in my tight pussy, my honey floods his shaft and mixes with it, the winter cold completely useless against the warmth we share and the heat in my body as I feel every anxiety and every worry melt away.

He’s holding me up as he comes, his cock throbbing and releasing more and more of the pearly, virile seed within me. Everything is a whirlwind, a gorgeous swirl of emotion and pleasure that I never want to end…

...but it’s over in a few long moments, and I feel him stroking my sides lovingly, planting a kiss on my glistening forehead as I blink the haze of lust away.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, putting a hand up on his chest, and it’s only then that I realize just how hard his body is, and he smiles as he watches me run my hand up and down his washboard abs and rippling chest muscles. “Jack, that was…”

“How’s your back?” he asks, a little concern in his voice as he nods at the hard brick wall behind me.

“Oh, uh...it’s fine,” I lie, feeling the tingling of pain only now, but it was so worth it. “You were holding me against it. Jack, I-” I stop myself before saying I’ve never felt that good in my life, but I know he can read it on my face.

I can’t be that open with him — I might have just gotten fucked by Jack Delaney, but I’m just another groupie. I’m sure he does this all over the world. I mean, I’m still lucky as hell to have gotten this, to have felt his seed inside me, a little running out as he pulls himself from me and we make ourselves ‘decent’ again. But I can’t pretend this is more than that, right?