Summary: Your coworker learns that maybe you just need to let loose and let someone else take control…
“God, I've never seen you this tense before. What the hell happened to you this week.” Jake pressed the bottle to his bottom lip, tucking the delicate skin backwards as he raised his hand to take a sip. Some of the beer flowed down his chin and he swiped it away with his forest green sleeve.
Keeping hold of the bottle, he sat it gently upon the wooden table. The softest of clinks echoed as his silver rings made contact against the tinted glass, his fingers tapping one by one from pinky to index.
“I don’t even know where to begin. First, I found out my now ex boyfriend was cheating on me and I had to deal with the shit show that surrounded it. And on top of it all, every single fun thing I've planned has fallen through.” You pressed the palm of your hands against your temples. “It just seems like I’ve lost all control in life and I just really don’t know what to do about it.”
Jake listened to your ramblings, ears perked up and eyes locked onto yours. He always had a way of making you feel so heard. “Well fuck, that’s worse than I expected it to be. How did you find all this out?”
“…because he’s a dumbass that’s how. He brought his fucking girlfriend to our work. Imagine my surprise when all I could hear was. Isn’t that your boyfriend? Why is your boyfriend here with another woman?”
“You know, I told you from day one that guy was sleazy.” Jake traced his index finger around the opening of the bottle, staring at his own motions. “It’s almost like I’ve been around you for years and know what’s good for you.”
“Now's really not the time for I told you so’s” you huffed, finishing your drink with a few loud slurps as you worked the straw past the ice. “But yes Jacob, you told me so. All hail Jake, the relationship wizard. For all I know you could have manifested this the moment you said he was no good.”
Somehow his hand managed to move from the bottle, to the table below it. Absent-mindedly, he was tracing small circles against the grain of the wood. “I’m just glad I was off the day he came in, he never liked me and he definitely wouldn’t have liked me much then.”
“What? Would the big and scary Jake start a fist fight in the center of the coffee shop?” Pretending as if you weren’t mesmerized by the way his fingertips traced the grain, you spun your straw in the glass and tried to focus on the ice.
It wasn’t your end game, to work in a coffee shop, but truth be told Jake made that pill a little easier to swallow. Though he was your coworker, he always found a way of making you comfortable. Happy.
“I mean, I’m not opposed to a little violence every now and then.” He perked up, finishing his bottle before clicking it down upon the table. “Especially for a reason that’s got you feeling so down.”
“If I’m being honest, I don’t even miss him. I just want someone that can actually fucking worship me, you know?” With nothing to fidget with anymore you brought your hands to your lap and leaned back in the creaky metal chair. “…I don’t know if that sounded stupid out loud. I’m just looking for that feeling you get when you know someone would do everything for you because they want to. Take care of you because they can. Not because it’s the chore that comes with a relationship.”
Jake raised a brow as you spoke, all the while bringing his thumb up to clean his bottom lip of the last drop of alcohol. Following your lead, he too leaned back in his chair to mimic your position.
His long sleeves lead to a button down front. Only half of the buttons were done up correctly, leaving his chest exposed, slightly glistening with the sweat that comes from being on the back patio of a bar during summer.
Before he spoke he allowed his tongue to traverse his lips to start off on a clean slate. “And you also would like someone to take control, I assume.”
Words were never as mellifluous and smooth as his were. The way they flowed from his mouth like warm maple sent a chill up your spine. There was a sprinkle of a rasp that made his tone just unique enough to always demand your attention.
“It would be a nice change of pace… to not be the one in charge of the relationship all the time. Yes.” You crossed one leg over the other as you leaned down in your chair.
In opposition, Jake leaned forward placing his elbows resting upon the table so he could minimize distance. “Now tell me. What were you in control of?” His tongue licked against his bottom lip in anticipation of your answer.
His question broke your eye contact but it was the soft rush of alcohol in your bloodstream that kept you from being silent. “Everything Jake. Where we’d eat, where we would go. It was exhausting. Hell, even during sex I had to tell him what I wanted every second.”
Gears spun a million miles a second before Jake’s bottom lip came out in a slight pout. He leaned even further in to let his hand slide up and caress your wrist. The chill of his ring stole the heat from your skin. “I may not have the best idea of where to eat around here, or fun events going on…But I would never need someone to explain to me how to pleasure them properly.”
The tone was deeper and grew hushed the longer his sentence ran on, as if he were telling a secret he hardly wanted you to hear. Despite his lack of volume his eyes drilled into yours, never once faltering.
You gulped and he noticed. His lip curling up into a sly smirk at your silence. There was the sudden need to adjust yourself in your seat, so you rubbed your thighs together in just the right way to relieve a bit of the ache his tone brought on.
“It’s nice knowing that some men actually know what they’re doing.” Somehow you managed to speak, keeping your eyes locked on his.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were itching to know what it feels like… to be completely out of control.” He pulled his hand away from your wrist.
Already mourning the loss of warmth from his hands you gained the courage to respond. “And if I do?”
That’s when you felt it. His finger brushing upon your knee from under the table, the contact stopped your lungs from working properly. “Then I will only give you one final choice. Your place, or mine?”
There was an internal dilemma that washed over you within the seconds following his question. Your coworker was offering to have sex with you. Someone who you had already grown to know and trust.
And though he were your coworker you couldn’t help but to think back on the many nights you’d find yourself thinking of him as you pleasured yourself. Thinking of the way he would roll his t-shirt sleeves up to expose his biceps as he packed down the espresso grounds.
His sultry tone and fallen eyelids convinced you that those factors didn’t matter anymore. The way he began to stand from his seat had you following close behind. “My place.”
“Good. Now, you’re going to go stand by my car and wait there while I pay the tab. Okay?” There was a switch that flipped within him, allowing him to fully take control over your actions.
You nodded in response, stood and grabbed your bag to begin your walk to his car. It didn’t take too long for Jake to reappear from the bar and make his way over to you.
“Get in the car and buckle yourself up. But after that I want you to keep your hands on your lap. Knees together.”
The drive home was only filled with white noise as the tires rumbled across the pavement. Jake’s hand would drop from the wheel to switch gears and in that movement his tendons would raise and his bicep would flex.
With your attention locked upon his hands, Jake was able to make glances in your direction without getting caught. Too distracted by the lust fogging your mind, your fast approaching driveway didn’t even register with you until the car came to a stop.
The house you rented wasn’t extravagant but it was yours. The brick welcomed you home many nights, the light gray front door had seen many of your drunk tumbles. Though now it was watching as you nervously unlocked it and waltzed in with Jake behind you.
He followed close behind until you got to the hallway that led up to your bedroom. It was then that you felt Jake’s hand grab at your shoulder to spin you around.
The chill wall was soon pressed up against your back before you had time to react. The tips of Jake’s hand took their time caressing up your arm and once they reached your neck his palm pressed flat against your throat.
The soft squeeze he gifted you was unfamiliar but welcomed as you got lost within it. Feeling the mild tingle of the blood struggling to work its way up to your brain. Ashamed by just how much you enjoyed the sensation, you muffled the moan it crafted with tight knit lips.
Jake clicked his tongue behind his teeth, his head shaking back and forth in disapproval “Mmh… I don’t ever want to hear you try and hold any of those pretty noises in, understood?”
He leaned his lips in close, teasing you with the taste of them as his skin softly brushed against yours. The desperation was unbearable but when you tried to push forward to connect your lips to his, Jake chuckled at the attempt.
“…you’re so damn desperate for just a kiss” Jake laughed out before lowering his tone to a murmur “I can’t wait to see how desperate you are for my cock.”
There was something so pleasantly filthy with his words, hearing him speak to you like that sent a surge of warmth to your core. It was uncontrollable, the way your hips pushed forward so needy for him.
And it worked. God you were so happy it worked, because when Jake’s hot lips crashed against yours it felt as though all the wrong doings life had done were mending themselves. That everything in your life was just leading up for this moment.
The back of your head bumped against the wall as Jake moved in deeper, his hand moving away from your neck to grab at your jawline. He inhaled deep through his nose, unwilling to break contact with you for even a second to breathe.
There was a passion behind your movement as your tongue slipped between his lips and allowed both of your mouths to interlock flawlessly. It was dangerous, how delicious he tasted.
Jake was filled with greed when his hand slipped behind your head to grasp a fist full of your hair and with that new leverage he pushed your lips harder against his. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.” He growled against your mouth.
You felt three taps against your hip, and knew instantly that Jake was demanding you to wrap your legs around his. Once you obeyed, Jake used the grasp on your hair and hip to finish the walk to your bedroom.
This wasn’t Jake’s first time in your home, but it was the first time he’d been in your bedroom, and you were glad you had tidied up a little the night before so he had nothing to trip on as he blindly walked towards your bed.
One swift toss and you were against the mattress, a giggle of amusement sneaking out from your throat. Deep down you enjoyed being manhandled like this, knowing that you had absolutely no control over what was up next on Jake’s menu.
“I want you to know that if at any point you want me to stop, you just have to say…” He brought his fingers up to his chin as he cycled through the dictionary within his mind. “Cortado. The safe word is Cortado.”
“You’re such a damn barista.” You let the giggle flow effortlessly.
“When you’re finished laughing, I want you to lean back against those pillows, spread your legs nice and wide and show me that pretty cunt of yours.” He demanded, bringing your giggles to a halt and leaving you in complete silence.
“I can’t show you much if I’m still wearing clothes, Jake.” The teasing was new to you but it gave you time to bite down on your lip as your eyes locked upon his exposed chest that only extended downwards with each button Jake undid, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“I wasn’t aware you needed a step by step rundown…” He approached you, his face leaning in closer by the second until you could feel his breath upon your lips. “You’re going to strip for me. Starting with your shirt and working your way down.”
Shaky fingers slid their way down your torso as you followed Jake’s instructions. The cotton blouse was pulled above your head, leaving your black lace bralette behind.
“It’s almost like you wanted this to happen… Was this pretty little bra for me?” His voice was like gravel as he spoke in a mere whisper. If there were any other sounds in the room you may have missed it. “While I adore the attire. I need you to take that off for me next. Do you think you can do that, gorgeous?”
Your trembling hands teasingly pulled the lace above your head allowing your breasts to rest naturally. “What next?”
He didn’t have to speak. All he had to do was stare at your black shorts for you to receive his instruction. So, you leaned back on the bed, lifted your hips and began to unclasp the row of buttons to then slip the shorts down your thighs.
A black lace thong remained.
“Now those…” he spoke as his tongue slipped out to graze his lip “those can stay.” Jake leaned down, his hands on either side of you to hold his own weight. “You didn’t answer my question earlier, but by this matching set of yours I think I hear you loud and clear. You wanted me to fuck you. Is that the only reason you invited me to the bar? I mean, you said it was to hang out but I don’t remember when hanging out with your coworker required wearing lingerie…”
Jake nudged your thighs apart with his elbow as he adjusted his weight so that his right hand was free to explore your skin. “Did you dream about this? About me touching every square inch of your skin?”
His lips hovered beside your ear, yet it was only the warmth of his breath you could feel. “Did you imagine it was me fucking you instead of that sad excuse of a man?”
Locked under his trance you nodded. Realizing what you had just admitted, a flush of blood spread over your cheeks. “Jake, I—“
You were interrupted by the tips of his fingers traveling down your side and landing right upon your hip. He took a grip of the skin there, his fingernails softly curling against it. “You what? Baby… let me hear it.”
“I— I didn’t actually think I’d get this far…” It was pathetic the way you stuttered it out. The way that Jake managed to have you in such a death grip. Despite everything, however, your words brought a devilish smirk to his lips.
Jake’s thumb looped under the lace of your thong as he inched closer and closer between your legs. “And why is that? Why don’t you think I’d ever be able to resist that pretty face of yours?”
Closer. Closer. Closer his fingers grew to your core, and the harder it was to form a coherent sentence. “Be-fuck-because I… I don’t know Jake I just didn’t…“ It was then that the tip of your finger had brushed against your clit.
“Oh don’t stop on my account… Do go on.” He smirked, giving feather-like touches to your sensitive core just to watch you sweat.
“You’re my coworker, you’re fucking hot and I didn’t think I’d stand a chance.” Somehow, you managed to spit it out all in one breath.
“Oh what a good girl you are, finally spitting it out. Doesn’t it feel good to let it all out?” He cooed, pulling his fingers away from you entirely. “Do you remember what I told you to do earlier?”
“Of course I do…” Jake indulged himself with your shy response and kept his eyes locked upon your body as you shuffled up the bed to rest your head upon the pillows.
From your lying position you bent your knees to bring your legs up at an angle, yet kept those knees touching. Something washed over you, and instead of spreading as he asked you simply smirked over your knees at him. Maybe you wanted more instruction, but maybe you also wanted to see what he would do if you disobeyed.
“Knees apart.” He demanded, his smirk falling as you playfully shook your head no. “You better be careful about pushing my buttons… I'd hate to have to leave you here with only your hand.”
“I have toys…” You tested further, only now slowly wiggling your knees back and forth to give him slight glimpses of what lies behind them.
Jake leaned forward, his hands upon your knees and pushed them outwards towards the bed. This position gave him room to lean forward, his clothed body pressing against your nude one. “Then I’ll search every square inch of your bedroom, just to ensure you only have your fingers to fuck yourself with…”
He pulled away from you, a delightful smile appeared when you decided to keep your legs apart for him. “But if you’re good. We won’t have to worry about that, will we?”
“I’ll be good.” The promise was honest as it flowed from your mouth, convinced that nothing would be able to take the edge off that Jake crafted better than Jake himself.
The lace of the black thong was glistening as if it were studded with diamonds, and Jake was lost in the shimmer. “You’re so wet for me… Show me how wet you are baby…”
Slowly, your hand ran down your stomach until your fingers were above the black lace. Over the fabric you rubbed a few small and delicate circles, bringing your fingers up and pulling them apart to reveal the glistening bridge of arousal that you had collected.
The groan that came from Jake felt feral, felt animalistic as if it was taking every ounce of self control for him to keep his hands to himself. “Slip your panties to the side and dip a finger in, I want to hear it.”
You obeyed, slowly letting the length of your middle finger dip inside of yourself. You couldn’t even hold the huff of pleasure back if you wanted to, but that combined with the subtle wet squishes from below had Jake drooling.
“You look so pretty with your fingers buried deep inside your cunt like that.” Jake complimented with heavy eyelids as he continued to be mesmerized as you self-pleasured.
“Aren’t I always pretty?” You retaliate, knowing that soon you wouldn’t be able to form a coherent sentence. As of now, just his gaze upon yours made it difficult to think.
“Stunning, actually. Though there’s just something about seeing you in all of your glory that is just icing on the cake.” He parted his lips to let his tongue glide over his bottom lip as he thought of his next move. “You’re going to interlock your fingers and place your hands behind your head. Understood?”
You did as instructed and relaxed your hands behind your head against the pillows. “Like this Jake?”
“Yes baby just like that, good girl… Good.” His fingers brushed against your clit “Fucking.” He rubbed one good circle across it with enough pressure to make your thighs twitch “girl.”
Like a lion about to pounce upon his prey, his eyes never drifted away from your core. Soon enough his arms looped under your knee to grasp your thighs, and his head dipped down.
Then you felt it. His warm, wet tongue tracing a line up your slit through the lace that had snapped back into place during his descent. He hummed at the taste, allowing himself one more long lick before even thinking of pulling your thong to the side again.
“W-wait. You don’t have to do that…” Your instincts had your legs closing around his head, and he simply just looked up at you.
“No need to be insecure now… I’m dying to have my face dripping with you.” It was so elegant. So convincing that your legs fell back to their original position.
The tips of his fingers pulled back at the thong, allowing him to sit and stare in admiration for a moment. With his arms still looped around your hips he pushed his face against you, his nose pressed firmly against your clit as his tongue lapped around your entrance.
Slowly, he inched his way up until it was no longer his nose against your clit, but his whole mouth wrapped around it. He sucked inwards, flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub just to feel your thighs twitch around him.
The sounds were wet and sloppy as his mouth pleased you, yet it was the sounds that elevated your senses the most. His hums of delight slipped in the symphony of noises to help you come to terms that this was just as enjoyable for him as it was for you.
The passion behind his every move caught you by surprise, and your finger laced hands began gripping upon your own head of hair. “Holy shit Jake…”
Finally, he pulled up for his first real breath of air “Do you like feeling my tongue worship your cunt?” You looked down at his face, a slick sheen reflecting from the dimmed overhead lights.
“I love it Jake… it’s too good. Too damn good.” The praise had him diving in for more, this time he pressed the tip of his tongue flat against your clit and drew circles upon the skin.
The sensation was all too much, too pleasurable, too warm and you couldn’t bear to keep your hands still any longer. He flicked his tongue upwards and the motion broke you. Your once locked hands flew down to grip upon his shoulder length locks of hair.
Jake’s motions stopped entirely in that moment. “I don’t recall telling you to move your hands.” He glared up at you “I wouldn't make a habit out of disobeying me like that.”
Fuck you wanted him to just shut up and go back down on you and when he didn’t you whined. “Hands. Behind your head. Now.”
And just like magic, as soon as you compiled his mouth was back to working hard around your pussy. What sealed the deal is when he slipped his fingers deep inside of you, stretching you out a bit but the warmth of his tongue lapping around your nub combined with the slight tinge was addicting.
Too much. It was all too much. The waves of pleasure pushed you near the edge but as soon as you were about to tumble forward you were lonely. Your string of moans came to a sudden halt, your eyes flinging open to stare down at Jake.
Fuck his stupid shit eating grin. Fuck him. Fuck the way his tongue lapped his lips to clean himself of you. “Jake what the hell was that?” You snap.
“If I make you wait for it, it’ll feel so much better. It always feels much better knowing you earned it by being such a good, obedient girl.” He knew what he was doing, he could see the desire growing stronger behind your eyes.
You wanted to kick your feet and throw a tantrum but at the same time you actually wanted to follow his orders. You wanted to be good for him. Typically you’d go on a rampage about independence and woman power but you were weak to his orders.
“H-how can I earn it, Jake… Please tell me…” it was pitiful but exactly what he wanted.
Lacking words, Jake stood away from you taking only one hand to undo the latch of his jeans. The palm of his hand slid over the undone latch to grasp the buckle and yanked the whole belt off with one quick whip of his arm.
Jake pointed down at the bed, and with a lifted brow you scooted over on your stomach and patiently waited. However, Jake took his finger and rotated it in a circle. So even more confused you rolled around to lay on your back.
“There you go…” he grunted, pushing down his pants to finally release his hard cock right before your eyes. Slowly, he let his hand rake back and forth across it, and you were so close you could see it pulsating alongside his movements.
“Open up.” He whispered, so proud of you when you dropped your jaw. With your head hanging over the bed, Jake grasped the back of your head and slipped the tip between your plush lips.
You wrapped around him, your tongue teasing around his delicate skin as he slowly thrusted deeper into your mouth. He was in charge and you were simply just a vessel for his pleasure.
Your hands went out above your head to hold onto his hips as he pushed himself deeper, and to your surprise the angle it slipped down your throat prevented any reflexes from kicking in.
Jake seemed to be impressed with this as much as you were, his jaw hanging limp as he was filled with a rush of pleasure. “Ohh shit, you look incredible with my cock down your throat like that. Think you can go a little deeper?”
You nodded around him, and he pressed every inch of his length deep down in response. That was when he began to thrust, slowly but faster than he had moved previously.
“God I can fucking see how my cock fills your throat.” He reached down to let his fingers trace over your throat as his hips found a nice steady rhythm.
As the first tear slipped from your eyes Jake gave you a break, allowing you to gasp for air but you knew he also needed a break himself with how he whimpered from above you.
He sank back in for more, his pace a bit quicker. Jake moved to grasp your tits, giving them a firm squeeze that held him upright when he got lost within your mouth. His erratic movements finally made you gag and the noise sparked sympathy in Jake. He pulled away, dragging with it a bridge of your saliva.
Playfully, he slapped his wet cock against your cheek and let out a laugh. “You did such a good job, baby. I think you’ve earned a little more…”
With a harsh swallow you frantically nodded, sitting up on your calves with your hands firmly planted upon your knees “how do you want me?”
“You’re so fucking cute when you’re needy. Did you know that?” Jake reached out to grasp your cheeks, pushing them together until your lips pouted. That was also how he pulled you in to kiss you.
You took advantage of this freedom to raise off your knees and grasp his face, diving deeper into the kiss until your hips were pressed against his.
Jake just giggled against your lips, and reached his hand around to slap your ass with a good firm smack. The sensation drew a whimper from you, your fingernails grabbing ahold of Jake’s shoulders to dig in.
“Oh you liked that more than I thought…” Jake realized, pulling away to press his forehead against yours. “I can give you more if you want, get on all fours.”
You wanted it, wanted to try it. You’d never experienced that sting before but for some reason it felt as pleasurable as his lips. So you did as he said once more and got in all fours, ass up in the air and head pressed into the pillows.
Jake’s knuckles traced across the skin of your ass, moving so gently little goosebumps began to appear on your skin. When that touch disappeared you looked off to the side, but it was the sudden rush of warmth that came from the smack of his palm that got a good deep moan out of you.
“Fuck baby… you like that sting?” He asked while rubbing over the handprint he left behind. “You want another?”
You nodded.
“Words, I want to fucking hear you.”
“God damn it, Please! I want more Jake please.”
“Good Girl.” With that he rewarded you with another crack of his hand against the opposite cheek. It sent you forward into the pillow groaning at the waves of pleasure that radiated through your thighs.
Before you could even get over the high from that one, he came down again with another firm smack. Then another, alternating sides. You weren’t even moaning anymore, all you had the ability to do was huff out your open mouth with each smack until your hips were sinking down against the mattress.
With one rough movement, Jake looped his arm around your waist and pulled you back to your knees, getting in position so his hips were right beside your ass.
“Are you going to finally fuck me now?” You teased, looking behind yourself to lock eyes with Jake.
“Not if you’re going to talk to me like that.” He spat back with a smirk, taking his cock in his hand to press the tip against your clit.
Just feeling it’s warmth near your entrance was enough to shut you up, your playful expression growing needy.
“So many words now hm? I haven’t even fucked you yet and I’ve already shut you up.”
Jake dipped down to let his teeth sink into your lower back, biting with just enough pressure to leave soft red marks behind.
Every time he moved his cock slipped against your moisture but it was never where you wanted it to be. So in the true fit of a temper tantrum you began to whine and shake your hips around in hopes he would find his way inside of you.
No whining… I promise you’re going to love how this feels. Stay very still for me.” Jake cooed from behind, and you could hear the fucking smile in his tone.
The tip of his clock slipped up and down your slit, with such a slow and delicious pace. He began to add a bit of pressure against your entrance, before slipping back out to run up you again.
Jake used a hand to push your thighs a bit closer together, and let his cock slip between them. With a nice and steady rhythm he began fucking himself between your thighs, the tip of his cock repeatedly slapping against your clit as he pushed forward.
You were soaked, and it was more apparent the louder his movements became as he spread your arousal around and soaked your thighs. When he was ready, he pulled your legs back apart and had to stare at the beautiful artwork he created.
You glanced back, watching as his cock dribbed in anticipation. God you wanted to just turn around and lap it up for him, but before you could act on your instincts he was slipping down inside of your soaked pussy.
His fingernails dipped down into your hips, and this time he didn’t start off slow.
The devil would have been ignited with the sinful noises you let echo around the walls of your bedroom. His thick dick throbbing against your walls as he pushed himself as deep as he could. He would have sent you straight to hell as soon as he heard the way Jake’s hips clapped against your ass, and just how fucking sloppy it all sounded combined with the moisture from your cunt.
“Say his name.” Jake demanded, throwing you into a state of confusion.
“Who?” You whimpered out.
“Yeah that’s fucking right, who. You can’t even fucking remember his name my dicks so good.” Jake groaned through clenched teeth that sent his jawline outwards.
“I bet you fucking can’t even remember your own god damn name, can you?” He reached down and grasped you by your hair, pulling your head upwards until your back was almost touching his chest.
Truth be told. You couldn’t. You couldn’t remember anything besides Jake’s name. You were numb to everything besides this feeling he was giving you. The new angle sent his cock right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“How's it feel not being in control of what happens, baby? Never knowing what’s around the corner for you?”
While Jake was on a roll speaking against the shell of your ear, you were growing closer to your release. He could feel it, the way you rapidly clenched around him and once again wasn’t ready for it. So, with one sudden movement he tossed you back against the pillows and pulled away fully. Standing beside the bed, you glared over at him and watched his dick twitch in just as much confusion.
“Come on!” You poured, throwing your fist into the comforter.
Silently, Jake walked over to you as you pouted and pulled you over to him by your hips, once again lifting you up and around him as he moved you to a new location. Your vanity.
Your favorite piece of furniture in your home was your vanity. Long dark brown wood that left plenty of room for your makeup, and a ginormous round mirror pressed against the wall. Jake, on the other hand, didn’t think using it for makeup was all it was meant for.
His hand reached out to blindly wipe off all of the goods sitting upon the wood until it was clear and ready for you to rest upon. That was when Jake laid you down, pulling away to admire the way you looked sprawled out for him.
Once again you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance, and you spread your leg off to the side to give him enough clearance.
“I want you to look at yourself… See how gorgeous you are when you take me so good.” Jake instructed, and after one glance in the mirror your head snapped back over to him.
“No. I said, look.” Jake reached down to press your head to the side and forced you to look at yourself. He pushed down upon your cheek a bit until your head was locked in place.
That was when he finally began to sink his dick down inside of you, working up a pace that was the same if not more grueling than the last.
In the mirror, you glanced down to watch not just one, but two Jake’s fucking you. You could simultaneously watch them both at your angle and it was driving you insane. The mental and physical stimulation occurring at the same time had you reaching closer to your climax faster than before.
This time, Jake pitied you and as you finally fell from that cliff that was your orgasm you were fucked throw every sensation of it without falter.
“Good fucking girl come for me baby… you’re going to give me another one. Now.” He demanded, dropping his hand down to loop circles around your clit as he continued to work inside of you. “Let it out.”
“Fuck, Jake!” You screamed, feeling yet another sudden wave of pleasure snap through your core. Your eyes clenched shut, held in place with a tear from overstimulation as you hit your high for the second time.
Hearing you, feeling you, watching you. It was all unbelievably sexy and Jake lost himself in your moans of pleasure. You were filled with his finish and Jake leaned himself forward to press kisses against your stomach as each wave of released overtook him.
He took his time before pulling out of you, pressing kisses on his way down as he pulled out. “How was that? Feel refreshed?” Jake teased.
There was a soft laugh that slipped out “I wish I knew you were such a control freak sooner…”
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