warnings — !! EXPLICIT CONTENT !!, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nipple teasing (??), desperate jack abbot
You’d been a little obsessed with going to the gym recently. It was a nice, benefiting habit. Going homing, feeling a little sore but stronger was rewarding. The progress you were seeing was amazing. Jack was also pleased with how you were beginning to tone out.
Jack had always loved how you looked in the first place but something about you working hard, coming home all sweaty in those tight athletic clothes… seriously did something to him. He doesn’t know what has possessed him, but he can’t get enough you and frankly, he can’t keep his hands off you.
Despite the physically rewarding part of the gym, you always felt a little gross when you got home. You were sweaty. Your hair was sweaty. Your shirt would cling to your sweaty back and you would smell… a little bit. It came with being active, yes, but you weren’t a huge fan of feeling sweaty and dirty.
Jack clearly thought otherwise.
You walked inside of your house after another day of working out. Today, you had worked on glutes and legs. Everything was feeling like jello, to say the least. You sighed, contently tired as you toed off your sneakers and tossed her car keys onto the table in the foyer and set down your gym bag by the door.
Just as you were about to walk further into your house, Jack appeared in the foyer. He looked at you like a man starved. You smiled at your husband. “Hi,” You said while Jack walked up to you, his hands finding home on your hips and pulling you flush against him. You immediately felt his hard dick pressing into your stomach.
You blushed and giggled. “What is up with you? You’re not even gonna say hi to me?” You asked playfully while Jack leaned down and began peppering kisses along side of the column of your throat, humming. “You jus’ look and smell so good after you come home from the gym, baby, I want you..” Jack mumbled.
“Wanna taste you.” He then said, pulling back from your neck to look at your face, taking in the familiar glint in your eyes and the rosiness on your cheeks. “Hi.” He then said and breathed out before grabbing the sides of your face and pressing his lips to yours. You groaned as the kiss quickly deepened, wrapping your arms around Jacks neck.
You were flustered, undeniably so but you were glad your husband was still into you after all this time. It was hot, seeing you easily you got him turned on. In the midst of making out, Jack dragged you back to your bedroom. His hands sliding underneath your shirt, grabbing at your lower back and ass.
Upon entering your bedroom, Jack immediately got to stripping you down into your birthday suit. Clothes were strewn about in your otherwise neat room. Jack groaned when you were finally naked, free of any tight elastics. “‘m so fucking lucky.” He groaned, kissing you while he pushed you back towards the edge of your bed.
Once your knees hit the edge of the bed, Jack pushed you down so you would sit. You obeyed and sat, kissing Jack while he groped your tits and twisted your nipples. You were already a mess, crying and moaning into Jacks mouth. Jack eventually pulled back and you let out a whine. “It’s okay, baby. Gonna take care of you, m’kay? T’s okay.”
Despite his bad knees and amputated leg, Jack got onto his knees and nestled his head between your thighs, breathing heavily once he caught sight of your puffy pussy. So pretty. Jack would do anything to take care of his lady. Absolutely fucking anything. “Put your legs on my shoulders, baby.” Jack instructed gruffly, and you did so, breathing heavily.
You grabbed into the sheets and arched your back as Jacks slick tongue began lapping at your pussy. You reached up with one of your hands and began playing with your own tit, twisting your nipple and arching your back as you created a plethora of sensations. “Fuck, Jack..” You cried, worrying at your lower lip.
Jack sucked at your clit and flicked the edge of his tongue against it. You tasted so good. Slickly salty from sweating so much, but good nonetheless. You tasted like his, and goddamnit, he could not get enough. This is just what he wanted. When he died, he wanted nothing more than to be buried between your thighs.
Jack reached up with one of his hands and slid two fat, beefy fingers into your leaking pussy hole. You whined and threw your head back, stopping playing with your nipples to grab onto the bedsheets, your knuckles flushing white from your tight grasp. “oh.. oh, Jack! Mhmmph, so close!” You moaned, grinding down against Jacks face and fingers.
He thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, while simultaneously his tongue sucked at your clit. You could hear the squelching noises of Jack working with your pussy and it made you dizzy. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, heat pooled low in your stomach.
Jack continued his demonstrations until you couldn’t hold together much longer. You unraveled beautifully among his tongue and fingers. Jack would marry you a million times over if he could. He fucking loved you, your post-gym stench and your pussy.
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