in my throat.
He kissed me roughly and quickly and left me gasping for breath when he reached over and grabbed a condom from his bedside table.
Once sheathed, he grabbed my hands again and stared down into my eyes. I wanted to know what he was thinking when he furrowed his brow. It almost appeared he was thinking of something, questioning the decision to have me in his bed. But I had waited years for this and wasn’t about to give him up.
I wiggled and bucked my hips against him, reminding him that I was still here waiting for him.
Between heavy breaths he sighed, his brown eyes focused on my blue ones. “You make me feel out of fucking control Emma.”
I still didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I also didn’t want him to leave me here like this, to regret what he had done and walk away from me again when I was already so close to peaking. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered beneath him.
“You said you were going to fuck me senseless,” I whispered breathlessly.
A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. Without another word, his hips lifted off mine. I spread my legs further and tilted my hips, ready to accept his large cock.
I cried out, as soon as he thrust into me, harshly. It was harder than I expected, and he was larger and wider than anything I had taken before. My insides felt completely stretched and full. He left me no time to get used to his size or the fullness in me before slowly pulling out and thrusting even harder the second time. I moaned beneath him in equal parts pleasure and pain as he hit the back wall.
I bent my knees, bracing my feet against the mattress and closed my eyes, preparing for more, but I knew it wouldn’t take much more of an effort for me to be thrown over the cliff. He stilled inside the second time and lowered his head to my shoulder.
“Christ you feel so fucking tight,” he moaned deeply and moved his hips against my clit. I grasped him harder, my hands squeezing his hips, trying to pull him deeper. “Fuck, Emma. What in the hell are you doing to me?”
I didn’t think he wanted an actual answer. I was feeling too close to being high out of my mind to come up with one anyway. He threw me higher and higher into ecstasy with each powerful thrust of his hips until we were both sweating. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist trying to hang on for dear life.
I screamed his name once, my orgasm rocketing through every muscle, nerve and bone in my body and still he didn’t stop moving inside of me; harder and deeper than before with my new position.
I had heard, and read about women having orgasms lasting as long as ten minutes but always thought the whole idea was full of shit. That was before Jack continued rocking into my body, a light layer of sweat covering both of us. I thrashed against his hands that still held mine, willing him to let me go so I could move them, hold him, and probably claw the hell out of his back but he just grabbed me tighter, sank his mouth to mine and swallowed my cries. I was almost at the point of screaming at him to stop, that it was too much, when finally, he thrust into me one more time, wrenched his mouth from mine and sank his teeth into my shoulder, his arms shaking above me.
“Fu-uck.” At least that was what I think he moaned, but his breath was so shaky I couldn’t be one hundred percent certain.
Slowly he rolled off me, removed his condom and tied the opening off before tossing it into a tissue and throwing it into a wastebasket.
He pulled me to him gently softly pulling me towards him so we were lying chest to chest. I stiffened for just a moment. Gentle was not a word I used to describe Jack and it threw me off after the incredible passion that had just exploded around us.
He smiled lazily, looking as sated as I felt. He drew a long tendril of my blonde hair, slowly pulling his hands through it, dropping it just over my uncovered breast.
“Your hair is softer than I thought it would
He kissed me roughly and quickly and left me gasping for breath when he reached over and grabbed a condom from his bedside table.
Once sheathed, he grabbed my hands again and stared down into my eyes. I wanted to know what he was thinking when he furrowed his brow. It almost appeared he was thinking of something, questioning the decision to have me in his bed. But I had waited years for this and wasn’t about to give him up.
I wiggled and bucked my hips against him, reminding him that I was still here waiting for him.
Between heavy breaths he sighed, his brown eyes focused on my blue ones. “You make me feel out of fucking control Emma.”
I still didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I also didn’t want him to leave me here like this, to regret what he had done and walk away from me again when I was already so close to peaking. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered beneath him.
“You said you were going to fuck me senseless,” I whispered breathlessly.
A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. Without another word, his hips lifted off mine. I spread my legs further and tilted my hips, ready to accept his large cock.
I cried out, as soon as he thrust into me, harshly. It was harder than I expected, and he was larger and wider than anything I had taken before. My insides felt completely stretched and full. He left me no time to get used to his size or the fullness in me before slowly pulling out and thrusting even harder the second time. I moaned beneath him in equal parts pleasure and pain as he hit the back wall.
I bent my knees, bracing my feet against the mattress and closed my eyes, preparing for more, but I knew it wouldn’t take much more of an effort for me to be thrown over the cliff. He stilled inside the second time and lowered his head to my shoulder.
“Christ you feel so fucking tight,” he moaned deeply and moved his hips against my clit. I grasped him harder, my hands squeezing his hips, trying to pull him deeper. “Fuck, Emma. What in the hell are you doing to me?”
I didn’t think he wanted an actual answer. I was feeling too close to being high out of my mind to come up with one anyway. He threw me higher and higher into ecstasy with each powerful thrust of his hips until we were both sweating. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist trying to hang on for dear life.
I screamed his name once, my orgasm rocketing through every muscle, nerve and bone in my body and still he didn’t stop moving inside of me; harder and deeper than before with my new position.
I had heard, and read about women having orgasms lasting as long as ten minutes but always thought the whole idea was full of shit. That was before Jack continued rocking into my body, a light layer of sweat covering both of us. I thrashed against his hands that still held mine, willing him to let me go so I could move them, hold him, and probably claw the hell out of his back but he just grabbed me tighter, sank his mouth to mine and swallowed my cries. I was almost at the point of screaming at him to stop, that it was too much, when finally, he thrust into me one more time, wrenched his mouth from mine and sank his teeth into my shoulder, his arms shaking above me.
“Fu-uck.” At least that was what I think he moaned, but his breath was so shaky I couldn’t be one hundred percent certain.
Slowly he rolled off me, removed his condom and tied the opening off before tossing it into a tissue and throwing it into a wastebasket.
He pulled me to him gently softly pulling me towards him so we were lying chest to chest. I stiffened for just a moment. Gentle was not a word I used to describe Jack and it threw me off after the incredible passion that had just exploded around us.
He smiled lazily, looking as sated as I felt. He drew a long tendril of my blonde hair, slowly pulling his hands through it, dropping it just over my uncovered breast.
“Your hair is softer than I thought it would
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