you tell jack abbot you canāt cum without a vibrator and he proves you wrong. not proofread btw
āi didnāt sit through all those anatomy classes for nothing,ā he grumbles, one hand holding your hip and the other keeping his dick in line with your pussy.
āthat was what? like fifty years ago?ā
he starts shoving himself in before replying, āvery funny.ā
āah, ah! iāmājesusātelling you, jack. it wonāt work.ā
āyou know i have to try, at least once.ā
he hasnāt let up on it ever since you told him. you canāt have an orgasm without some sort of toy. of course that simply canāt be true.
he always just assumed it was a preference. the few times youād slept with him so far, youād always had a vibrator ready on the nightstand.
ājustālet me try, huh?ā
thereās a pillow beneath your lower back, and your legs are tensed up around his hips.
āyou need to relax, though, honey.ā
you exhale a deep breath and nod shakily. āokay, i can try.ā
āgood, just listen to me. do you feel me here?ā
he pushes down on your stomach, just above your pubic bone.
āsort of,ā you say to be nice, appreciative of his efforts. you expect him to pull out and give up, suddenly decide youāre not worth the effort.
āokay, tilt your hips up towards the ceiling a little bit. good, hold it right there.ā
he rolls his hips back and forward again, dragging against your upper wall and hitting something that makes you yelp.
you slap your hands over your mouth and stare at him with stupid, wide eyes. he ignores you, just keeps rolling his hips up into you with his hand pressing into your stomach.
one hand leaves your mouth to dig into the linen sheets. expensive sheets. the ones you liked in the store, that jack had to insist you buy.
the other hand stays covering your mouth to keep in all the noises youād never made before.
āhowās that feeling?ā
āpressureāthereās pressure, jack. i donāt know whatāā
he shushes you, āyou donāt have to do anything, just feel it. feel me taking care of you.ā
he runs his big hands up and down your sides, keeping the same rhythm with his thrusts, not speeding up or going harder.
ājack, i think im gonna cum. iām gonnaāoh, jesus christ!ā
you sit upwards, instinctively tensing your entire body up. jack pushes you back down with a hand on your chest that moves up to curl around your neck. no pressure, only a firm, reassuring warmth.
your stomach drops into that familiar buzz you thought you could only achieve with a toy.
ācāmon, breathe through it,ā he grunts, letting himself go as you clench around him so tight he tips his head back and groans like an animal.
when all is said and done, youāre panting and glistening with a sheen of sweat.
ālook at that. didnāt even have to play with her,ā he says with a smirk, giving your clit a light slap.
āwonder how hard youāll cum when i do?ā
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