another prompt before bed
He fucks you like he’s mad at you, hands underneath you, fingers pressing hard where they grip your ass. With your hips angled toward his, Jack pistons in and out of your cunt, keeps telling you how sloppy it is, how desperate you are for his cock, how you should be embarrassed because, “what kinda girl begs a man twice her age to fuck her, huh? You hear how sloppy this pussy is now? Can’t believe you let me do this…”
He’s being so mean, and you’re eating it up, keening and crying and, just as he said, begging for him.
Every single thrust has him rubbing against the swollen bundle inside of you, juice leaking, sometimes even spraying out of you when he pulls back and uses four fingers to slap your clit just hard enough to milk more fluid from your you. When Jack coaxes an almost painful orgasm out of you, you fucking gush for him.
Trembling beneath him, you see him panting, and the movement of his hips slows to a gentle rock as he leans forward, bracing himself on his forearms.
“You must be dehydrated after all that,” he comments, voice raspy and breathless.
The noise you make is pitiful as the head of his thick cock nestles up against your cervix.
“Let me help with that, baby, open up for me.”
Drunk off endorphins, you follow the command, then another when Jack adds, “tongue out.”
He nods in approval when you obey, strokes your chin with his thumb, and you watch the way his stubbled jaw works, his lips twisting and pushing outward. Then, without any other warning, he spits right on the back of your tongue—quick and harsh and so fucking hot, it makes your pussy clench.
“Such a sweet girl,” he grins, showing off perfect pretty teeth and picking up his previous rhythm—“don’t swallow that ‘til I tell you to.”
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