the first time you asked, jack laughed and shook his head. kissing your temple and uttering something along the lines of good one baby, as if you were joking.
the second time he didn't even look up from his book. laid against the headboard with his readers perched low, a soft nope on turning the page. you huffed.
the third time you changed tactic. jack always struggled to think straight when your hands were on him, stroking, rubbing, squeezing the outline of his cock over trousers. he was making dinner when you interrupted and started working him up until he was giving in to your attention. it wasn't til you dropped to your knees, freed him from his sweats and ran your tongue along his reddened tip that he asked what you wanted.
"just makin my boyfriend feel good" you mumbled against his length, "feel goods, doesn't it jackie?"
his breath hitched when you took him in your mouth fully, "fuck baby", hand coming to fist your hair as the counter top took the rest of his weight. "what's gotten into you today hm" you hollowed out your cheeks, head bobbing as his cockhead neared the back of your throat on every take. you could tell he was close when his dick twitched against your tongue and the soft grunts grew louder above you. that's when you pulled off him, batting your eyelashes at his confusion.
"what-"
"it'll be fun" you lazily fisted his cock, keeping him alert. "please jackie, get to watch us fuck whenever you want" you licked a bead of precum away, his hips jolting at the feel of your tongue again. "don't you want that?"
"fuck" how could he say no to you? "fine"
you let him cum in your mouth to seal the deal. a sex tape.
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he struggled a little at first. settling in as if there wasn't a camera capturing his every move on you. you'd set it up at the foot of the bed, feeling your pussy grow damp as you imagined the angles. being able to see how jack looked as he fucked into you, muscles straining, his face when he was cock deep in your cunt.
"relax baby" you purred against his stubble, nuzzling at him. "this is so fucking hot, gonna watch you fuck me over and over and oh-"
you needn't say any more. jack interupted you with his mouth on yours, sucking on your bottom lip with such fervour your chin was coated in his spit.
"gonna make you feel so good baby, make you cum for the camera yeah?" any performance anxiety he had disappeared when your back arched, bare tits pressing into his face as he circled his tongue around your nipple and rolled the other between fingertips.
"fuck jack 'm so wet, touch me, please" you weren't playing up to the camera. sex was always like this between the two of you, so much dirty talk and instruction, pleads and encouragement. you were just excited you'd finally be able to play some of it back.
your pussy jumped when you felt jacks breath between your legs. a kitten lick to your clit and a pull on your thighs then he was face deep, eating you to the high heavens. he moaned into you, hips gyrating against the sheets absentmindendly until he was chasing his own release in tandem with yours.
you fisted his hair with one hand and fucked his face til you were coming all over it. he came to his knees in time to avoid blowing his load all over the bed before he'd even had the chance of being inside you.
"on your knees baby"
you planted yourself at an angle that showcased your glistening cunt, all puffy and wide open for the camera to see. jack had already discarded his prosthetic at the same time as his clothes, positioning you just right in front of him. his hands smoothed over your ass, rolling the flesh before a palm came to thwack one of your cheeks.
"mmmpf, please jack-" he rubbed away the sting. "need your cock baby. please"
the whine in your plea was just too perfect for him not to give in. you looked back over your shoulder to see him stroking himself, eyes dark and concentrating on your sopping hole as he pushed into you. slow at first but you were too impatient, sinking back on your knees to take all of him hard and fast.
"jesus fuck- slow down angel" he huffed a laugh. "you tryna kill this old man?"
that didn't help his cause, pussy clamping down around his cock because he knew how tight it made you. to refer to the age gap between you, calling himself your daddy and you his baby girl. it always elicited pure pornagraphic moans from you and this was no exception.
his hand stroked up your spine, landing at the nape of your neck. he held you there when he started to fuck you hard, face shoved into the mattress and hair tangled between fingers. jack loomed over you, deep hard thrusts until just the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
"my good girl, takin me so well, so perfect"
"j-jack, my g-god" your words stuttered in line with each thrust.
"that's it, make some noise, show the camera how good 'm makin you feel yeah" his voice was low and gravelly, concentrating hard, snapping his hips harder and faster.
"so good jackie, fuck, so close-" your knuckles paled as you fisted the sheets above your head "gonna c-cum-"
that magic word had jack panting and pulling out of you at the same time. you whined at the sudden emptiness but it was mere seconds before he was pulling you up and round.
"want the camera to see how pretty you look when you cum" he leant back, tugging you on top of him til you were sinking back onto his cock, head thrown back at the returning fullness.
"come on that's it, fuck yourself on me" he moved the strands of hair from your face, a gentle gesture that opposed the roughness of his other hand digging into your hip. "fuck yourself baby"
you wasted no time in rolling your hips, a figure of eight then up and down, wanting to feel him hit every part inside you.
"god you look so good, not gonna last much longer..."
"oh, fuckfuckfuck-" the sudden shrillness of your pants accompanied his deep grunts, pushing eachother to the edge as your hips worked manically against him. you came when his thumb found your clit (with ease), the tight circles snapping the band in your stomach, gushing all over him with a silent cry.
jack came inside you a second later. fingers deep in the flesh of your thighs, hips jerking up, your name dripping from his tongue. he slowly rocked into you until his thick white mess was oozing out of you and collecting at the base of his cock.
you rode it out together, bodies relaxing against one another after a few minutes of silence.
"can't wait to watch that back" jack pressed a kiss to your cheek, still catching his breath. "you're a fuckin star"
your bodies seem to be glued together.
you’re so close, so close that you can barely breathe, but you don’t care, not when pope’s thick cock is penetrating your sensitive walls, kissing your cervix with every thrust, pushing white, sticky cum deeper into you, right into your womb. you pull him even closer, wrapping your legs and arms around his massive body, running your fingernails over his freckled skin and hard muscles.
you moan into his mouth, alternately with broken pleas for more, which only fuels his raw hunger, causing his hips to thrust into you rougher , harder and deeper, triggering a reaction in your body so violent that you can feel every pulse, in every single nerve.
but that isn’t enough for you. you want more , you need more. so you clench your pretty pussy, begging him to come inside you again, begging him to claim you.
and pope's body reacts immediately, like a dog hearing a command. his fat cock thrusts deep inside you, so deep that your fucked-up mind feels like he's in your throat, while his hands grip the soft skin of your hips tightly, leaving red marks from his large, calloused hands. preventing you from pulling away, preventing you from escaping, as he fills you with thick cum.
your pussy greedily milks his cock, trying to take every last drop, but there’s so much of it , so much that you can feel it slowly dripping out of you, staining your inner thighs, your bum and the sheets beneath you. but you don’t mind, no – your eyes are blurry from pleasure and quiet sighs of bliss escape your lips.
"feels so good, andy" you whisper into his mouth, massaging his neck, running your fingers through his damp auburn hair.
"yeah?" he asks, looking shyly into your eyes – a stark contrast to how animalistically he was behaving just a moment ago.
"yeah" you reply, moving your hand down your sweaty body, straight between your legs, using your fingertips to gather the excess of his cum that has flowed out of you "and you taste so good too, andy, so good" you say, licking your fingers, stained with the white fluid, with a cat-like grace.
then you feel it.
the pulse and the delicious sensation of pope’s raw cock getting hard and heavy inside you. ready to fill you up again.
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