Imagine - a frantic fuck with Jacob Frye.
Picture riding him while youāre both half-dressed, his shirt open and exposing his Adonic chest while his trousers are tangled in a heap at his ankles. His tie is loose but still somewhat tied, his hair tousled on the pillow under his head.
He looks thoroughly debauched from the coupling, your hips rolling and grinding against his pelvis with his cock reaching wonderful depths inside your sex. And with your own shirt partially unbuttoned, heās blessed with the bounce of your breasts with every thrust down.
Your eyes follow a trickle of sweat as it meanders down his face, your hands that previously braced his chest now inching their way towards his tie. Your fingers run through the silk, and you moan sweetly at the coolness contrasting with your burning, clammy skin.
His groans bring you back to the moment, your walls clamping around his length as you approach your release. With his cock searing hot and throbbing erratically inside you, itās no wonder you stiffen and cry out, your carnal song composed of his name and a stream of several expletives.
With your thighs now trembling like jelly, he adjusts his position and takes over thrusting upwards, his hands smoothing over your hips as you buck downwards in time with his actions. Sweet Lord, it feels like heās pressing even deeper than before, your body somehow shivering yet burning at the same time.
Pressing one hand against his abdomen, you grab one of your breasts with your free hand, mmming as you knead the doughy skin and pinch your nipple sharply.
āShit, love. Iām gonnaāā
Oh, how you love hearing those words. Especially when he canāt finish his sentence, his desperate groaning resounding in your head as you beam praise, ushering him to come inside you.
You wet your fingers and take to rubbing your clit, knowing damn well that the sight of you pleasuring yourself - particularly while he fucks you - is what breaks him time after time.
As anticipated, Jacob curses and roughly pins your hips down against his, the abrupt force against your g-spot triggering further orgasms to course through your veins like lightning. You donāt even register the sound you make - though even if you did, itās indescribable. Your focus narrows down to the sensation of his come spurting inside you, the scorching liquid splashing against your walls with every jet that erupts from his twitching cock.
Panting above him, you mutter, āFuck,ā over and over, ready to slump into his chest and sleep at any moment.
But at the same time, with the way his fingers twirl at your hips, his salacious grin capturing your attention, you smirk back and stifle shrieks when he abruptly flips the two of you over, withdrawing his cock and replacing it with two fingers.
Heās just trying to make a mess, isnāt he?
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