“Yes….please, Jacob.”
“Tell me, Carrie. Come on baby, tell me you want my cock.”
“I need your cock, Jacob. I need it so bad.”
“Reach down and wrap that sweet little hand of yours around my cock and slide down on me.”
My hands are trembling, but I reach down and grab his cock in my hand. It’s soft and hard at the same time. I stroke it slowly, because I can’t stop myself.
“Fuck yeah. Stroke my cock.” Jacob groans, his hands have moved to my breasts, holding them, kneading them and teasing all at the same time. He’s kissing along my back and it all feels so good my brain goes hazy.
“Jacob… I need…”
“I know what you need. Hold my cock still and slide down on me, Carrie. Slide down slowly.”
I do as he instructs, lowering on his staff, slow…feeling everything, as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of me. Every inch stretches me and satisfies something I didn’t know I was craving.
“Perfect…” I gasp.
Jacob hums his agreement against my ear. I feel one of his hands tangle into my hair and pull so that my head bows back to rest against his shoulder.
“You were made for me, Carrie.”
“I know,” I admit it freely, because I was. I’ve known it since I was five years old.
“Rotate your hips and rock baby, get used to my cock moving inside you.”
I do as he instructs, careful at first, since I’m unsure. It feels so good though I find myself grinding against his lap and tightening my inner muscles against his erection. He lets me experiment to the point I am about to come. Just when my moves become erratic and I can’t contain the moan of pleasure he grabs my hips and keeps me from moving.
“No!” I call out desperate to finish the fire I’ve started.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Remember how I taught you to ride the other night.”
“Yes,” I whisper as he pinches my nipples. His breath on my skin is just another instrument of torture.
“Ride me like that, Carrie. Fuck yourself with my cock.”
“God, yes,” I say as I start riding him using the movements he taught me. Movements that I know will bring us both pleasure.
“I wish you could see how gorgeous you are right now, sweetheart. Taking your pleasure, and demanding it. You’re so fucking wet it’s like being inside of heaven. You’re my heaven. The closest thing to a miracle I’ll ever see.”
“Jacob!” I yell desperate for more than I’m getting and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.
“Are you ready to come now, sweetheart?”
“Help me,” I gasp my breath short and ragged. “I can’t…it’s not enough…Jacob, I need…”
“What do you need? Tell me, Carrie.”
“I need you to fuck me!” I growl near mindless with the need for completion.
He rises behind me holding my hips tight as he tilts us so that we are propelled forward. I brace myself on my hands and knees and slowly slide from his. All the while, Jacob makes sure we stay connected. This new position takes what little breath I have away. Before I can gain it again, he is withdrawing and slamming back into me. The force of the blow moves me on the mattress. It takes a few tries to get the rhythm, but I grab it and soon I’m pushing back to meet his thrusts. It’s so intense, so primal that it feels like he’s getting larger, and stretching me even more. I wonder if I might die trying to take all of him. His hands are biting into my hips and the pressure is harsh, painful and everything I want all rolled up together. I will be bruised tomorrow from the force of his hold and I like it. Every time I see it I can remember how wild he was with me, how much he lost himself in our lovemaking.
“Touch your clit, Carrie. Rub your fingers over it baby, and stop fighting it. I want to hear you scream as I fill you so full of cum it’s dripping down your legs. Do it.”
I hear his words and I want to do as he orders, but I’m so lost in the need he has created, I can’t get my mind and body to work together. His hand wraps once more in my hair and he pulls it to get my attention.
“I said fucking touch that clit now. Do it, Carrie.”
I groan, but my hand moves down as he orders. I’m already so close it just takes a couple of teasing touches and I’m ready to climax. Jacob isn’t satisfied though. He pinches my nipples hard. My body jumps and tightens up on his cock all at once.
“Pinch your clit, Carrie. Hard.”
My hands are shaking and with the force that he’s using to fuck me, it’s hard to manage it all. Somehow I do though, at the same time he pinches and twists my nipples and thrusts so deep inside of me I can almost taste him.
I detonate giving a scream that echoes with his cry of release.
Perfection.
Chapter 29
Dancer