#john kinley

[gyllenhaalstories]

Jake Gyllenhaal as John Kinley in THE COVENANT (2023).

[escape-surreal]

Celebrations ~ John Kinley Smut

Summary: You are a new member of John Kinley’s team and during a fourth of July celebration you decide to break the ice with your Master Sergeant.

Pairing: John Kinley x fem!reader  

Word count: 2,177

Warnings: 18+, oral sex fem receiving, unprotected sex, PIV, rough sex (slightly?).

A/N: I originally wrote this for myself using an OC and I planned to never release it, cause that’s not me, but since I showed it to the very very kind @jakegyllenhaalscharacters and got a nice comment I decided to share, there are so few John Kinley fics and I wanted to contribute a bit. There’s a specific scene from the movie I had in mind while writing the smut part (click to see the gif for reference). Warning! I know nothing of the military and I’m not American, so if there are inconsistencies, I am truly sorry. John is divorced in this version, it's not mentioned but no cheating js.

Header by me :)

It was fourth of July at base camp and the soldiers at base wanted nothing more than to celebrate the freedom they were so adamant to protect, all over the Bagram Air Base soldiers and commanders were engaging in their own little celebrations, and this was no exception for Havoc three-three, Master Sergeant John Kinley’s own little team. You were new to the team assigned as their sniper expert and bonding quite nice with the boys, you were far from being a rookie and after a couple of assignments you had proved to be quite efficient in your job, you were in your element with the rifle and you were quick to guard their backs, you earned both their respect and their admiration. John Kinley, however, didn’t seem too impressed with you, being often reserved and closed off whenever you approached him, it made you wonder if he was the type of man who thought women didn’t belong in the military, but Tom Cat was quick to erase that assumption, when he revealed the Sergeant requested you by name, out of twenty men he could have chosen, he chose you.

You had a highly decorated career being an expert marksmanship, top of your class and an expert with the sniper rifle there was no doubt for a second those were compelling arguments for being chosen for his team, but during the couple of months being with them, he had barely crossed two or three words that weren’t orders or commands.

But despite all of that and with more than a couple of beers in your system you had agreed to JJ’s bet, confidently you walked over to the Sergeant’s table apart from the group, concealing something behind your back.

“Permission to approach, sir” you stand firm a couple of steps away from him, dropping the smile for a second to appear serious. Kinley looked at you over his shoulder, hiding a smirk at your demeanor.

“Granted” he nodded while hiding the smirk on his beer.

“Sir if I may” you walked closer to him, chuckling under your breath and tip toeing around him “the boys and I thought you aren’t looking festive enough” out of his sight you pulled out the top “Uncle Sam” hat from behind you and placed it firmly on his head, messing his tidy hair.

From their spot, the boys laughed loudly, Eddie cat calked the Sergeant whilst Jack-Jack looked mortified, the rookie couldn’t believe you pulled off the bet, or that the Sergeant was laughing along. John stood up, a smile plastered on his face as the boys hollered at him. He had been grumpy at the start of the celebration for who knows why. He stood away from the private party their team had gathered out the back of the main building at the base, with a barbecue courtesy of Eddie and loud music on Tom Cat’s boombox. But the boys messing with him, and perhaps the second beer he took, encouraged him to join in their celebration.

“Jizzy, didn’t I see a small tutu on your bag the other day?” he shocked the boys, but Jizzy immediately went to find it, sensing exactly what their Sergeant was about to do, or at least hoping.

The boys stood away from the tutu like it was radioactive, laughing while doing so, but the Sergeant had only one thing in mind.

“Parker” he spoke your last name without even looking at you, you had been laughing at the guys actions, hoping to see one of your fellow teammates wearing a tutu for the occasion but you were taken by surprise “Uncle Sam wants you” he joked, though he blushed underneath his beard, immediately realizing the poor choice in words, he didn’t intend it to sound so sexual but somehow the spark in your eyes thrilled him.

“I’m nothing but patriotic Sarge” you saluted him before taking the tutu from his hand.

The team turned into a bunch of wolves, or rather dogs, hollering and whistling while you made a spectacle out of putting on the red, white and blue tutu on top of your camo pants, giving a few twirls and saluting as if you were a USO girl. John had his eyes glued to you, unable to look away from your body and the intoxicating energy you radiated. You danced around; laughed, hollered and mocked about. You weren’t highly intoxicated, at least not on alcohol as you had barely touched the fourth beer for a while, but you were high on the adrenaline of celebrating with the men around you. It was a nice distraction; one they didn’t often have.

Close to lights out, the team had calmed down, some were already out drunk with bellies full, so there were just a couple still awake, tending to the fire cracking in the made shift grill they made on an old oil barrel. You were winning a card game with Tom Cat before he passed out on the table, you laughed at the light weight and quickly gathered his own marker from his pants and drew a small obscenity on his cheek. You chuckled admiring your work.

“What do you think Sarge, accurate?” you startled John, you hadn’t turn around to look at him, but somehow, you knew he was an admirer of your work.

“I think you were too generous” John closed the distance between you to admire your work up close. You laughed and added some details, Tom Cat felt the tingle and shivered “Jizzy, JJ” John called out to the guys, over by the fire “Take Tom Cat to the barracks” he commanded and they agreed, they were already thinking on heading that way, get some shut eye. Jack-Jack had been the first to pass out, he was next to the provisions on the floor, with Eddie guarding him while he stared at the night sky and smoking his cigar.

It was only you and John still awake. Not feeling that tired yet and not that drunk from the beers they decided to take a walk under the stars, the whole base was quiet and calm, most men having finished their celebrations earlier on.

You walked in silence for a while, it was far from uncomfortable, you enjoyed the fresh cold air of the desert and the tranquility that accompanied the base, though both of you knew that outside the perimeter it was far from tranquil you felt safe at that moment, not only for being inside the perimeter, but because you were next to each other. An odd but welcome feeling. Still feeling a slight buzz and the liquid courage of the beers in your system, you took a shot.

“Sir, about—”

“John, you can call me John” he interrupted, you had stopped walking somewhere near the garage compound.

“Right. John” you grinned “About what you said before, when I put on the…” you gestured to the red, white and blue tulle skirt still on your hips, blushing as you felt his eyes linger on you.

“I want you” he was quick to say.

“Yes” you smiled coyly but when you looked up to see him, you noticed a hunger in his eyes, an eagerness you hadn’t realized before. He hadn’t repeated his words from earlier; he was speaking about his needs right here and now.

Not even thinking about it for one more second, you closed the gap between them, your lips meeting hungrily, his beard tickled your face as he deepened the kiss, desperately eating you as if he had thought about it for a long time, eager to savor your taste from the moment you met. You backed up into the building until the heavy metal of a Humvee stopped you. John grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him, your back to the metal of the enormous muscle truck. His eager and cold hands found the hem of your beige shirt and slowly made its way up your hips to grab your breasts. His cold hands causing your nipples to perk up easily under his touch.

With your lips caressing his neck you jumped down from his hips, feeling his erection on the way down, John looked around to make sure the coast was clear before kneeling in front of you, surprised at the actions of the Sargeant you let out a gasp, from below John asked to keep quiet, pushing a finger to his lips, his eyes lit up with the faint light from outside, accentuating the blue in his gorgeous eyes. He quickly worked on undoing your belt and the buttons on the camo pants, only pushing away the tulle of the ridiculous skirt you were still wearing. He lifted your left leg and placed it on his shoulder to have a better view of your pussy, easily dividing your folds and practically salivating at your entrance. He let you know just how much he wanted to have you in his mouth by moaning between your legs. The vibrance of his moan sent shivers all over your body, you grabbed on from the frame of the Humvee, letting all your weight fall on your right leg and hoping for anything divine to not fall, letting yourself be lost in the sensations of his tongue in your delicate folds.

John caressed your leg as he worked her folds like an expert, rubbing his beard in your inner thighs and working slowly on your clit while in contrast roughly entering on your entrance with his tongue, sucking occasionally when you thrusted into his mouth and laying his tongue flat to settle your sensitive nerves. He kept licking and savoring every last drop of your juices like his life depended on it. You were not going to last long, and he could feel it, feeling your clit beginning to throb.

“I want you—” you managed to say in between quiet moans. John stood up, a smirk in his eyes, his beard soaked in your juices.

“That’s my line” he licked your neck and whispered in your ear.

John quickly undid his pants, his erection throbbing on his hand, he turned you around and pushed you to lay your chest on the seat of the Humvee, your ass on the air ready and desperate to feel him inside, he admired it against the night light, hoping to burn this sight of you in his memory before he spread your legs with his foot to allow for a better entrance and searching for your already deliciously licked pussy he guided his member inside, slowly at first, letting you adjust to the size, your moans burying on the cushion of the Humvee, he thrusted desperately, enjoying the size and very lubricated sides of your pussy, which he desperately desired since he watched you dance with the boys, he saw you thrust and move your hips and now you were doing it again but against his member. He grabbed on to the frame of the truck watching how you expertly thrusted your hips into him, backing up rhythmically as you fucked him, your ass rocking back and forward so deliciously, clasping on his lower belly, eating his cock all the way, balls deep. He wasn’t going to last if he allowed you to continue so he subdued you back on the seat, he stopped the thrusts to admire your bare ass, he squeezed and held your hips, closing your open legs letting your walls feel tighter around him, he thrusted painfully slow. He pulled his cock almost all the way and thrusted deep inside, slowly and forcefully. Enjoying every bit of it. Eventually he found your spot, that sweet G spot he hit with every deep thrust, his whole length deeper inside you than possible, you were so ready to reach the blissful glory of your respective orgasms, so he indulged you and thrusted harder and faster upon that spot until your legs were shivering, shaking and loosening their grip, your walls pulsating tight all around him, he thrusted once, twice more inside your already too overwhelmed pussy and pulled out just in time, releasing the white sticky substance on your thigh and part on the Humvee itself.

Once he was back at his bunk bed, reminiscing about the night and finally fully sober, he realized what a mistake he’d made. Though he felt amazing with you and you worked well together, he was your superior and he crossed the line. Choosing you for the team had been truly about your expertise but he was fucked the moment you walked off the airplane and introduced yourself, he didn’t expect you to be so perfect and so hot, which is why he was reserved around you, he knew he couldn’t control himself around you and that little moment at the truck proved it. Now it was too late to go back now, he got a taste of you and he was hooked, he was not going to stop, he couldn’t.

[midnight-x-muse]

Jake Gyllenhaal para L'Officiel Hommes, 2024.

[peacefulwriter88]

The Senses with Jake's Characters

No one asked for this but I wanted to play around with how I perceive Jake’s characters would respond to the five senses and going to start with the most revered - touch. I’m breaking touch into two parts - Sweet & Sinful so you get sweet today. Mainly because I want to write so badly but starting a new job has been humbling and I only have it in me to do small one shots unbetad (sorry not sorry). Also I recognize that not everyone enjoys touch the same way I do so if you are someone who would like a revised version message me otherwise you get what you get. 

Also please comment, reblog, love, let me know if you'd care for all five senses lol

Tags: @emma-frxst @escape-surreal @hellilovedit @jakegyllenhaalscharacters @gyllenhaalstories

Touch (Sweet)

David Loki 

David is touch starved that is without saying

When you first start dating he’s hesitant with his touches. He’ll go for your hand then pull back, awkwardly kiss your forehead in public, things like that

However, the more you take the lead in it does he get comfortable reciprocating

He loves when you reach for him in public; rather its for his hands to intertwine or to rest your head on his shoulder if your sitting next to each other he likes you gravitate towards him 

He’ll be into minor PDA at first. Quick pecks and hugs 

The more you both date and depending on your preference, he’d feel safe to be more intimate in front of others 

Behind closed doors he loves that you love to lean into him, wrap your arms around him, be held by him

He’d love placing his head in your lap after a long day and having you run your hands through his thick strands. For him that would be more intimate than making out while you chatted

Though he loves to make out; the minute you start kissing you could make out with him for hours 

For him, touch is equivalent to safety so the safer he feels with you the more he’ll touch you 

Elwood Dalton

Dalton pre-UFC championship fight fucking loved touching

He loved laying claim on his women in public and would unabashedly fuck you in public places like bathrooms and alleys no regrets 

Post-UFC championship Dalton is a complete 180

He’s mindful of how he engages with you physically. He feels his touch is tainted with death so he keeps to himself 

So much it takes forever for you to realize he really, really, really, likes you 

Dalton would be sooo touch starved. The first time you move to hug him he just basks in it, pulling you to his chest, face hidden in your neck. Breathing your scent in, your warmth, the feel of your arms around him 

He lives for your hugs but when you kiss him game over 

He would always be mindful and reserved, he hates for everyone at Glass Key to be in his business, but he lives for a long and slow makeout session preferably behind closed doors

But he wouldn’t mind if it was also in public like at a beach 

Dalton loves to cuddle; he loves to fall on top of you on the couch and just melt into you 

Though he also loves it when you curl up in his arms because he loves protecting you

Bronco Beauregard

Bronco isn't necessarily needy in touches but also he loves to touch you 

A kiss when he feels like it, a smack on the ass when he sees you, poking your hips and drawing you to him he just loves body on body contact 

He also loves to tease you by rubbing his shadow anywhere on your body, leaving irritated marks against your skin because it's an excuse to kiss wherever there’s scratch marks 

Also Bronco doesn’t mind PDA but he also is mindful of it because of the line of work he’s in; he wants to make sure you don’t get profiled and used as leverage against him

That being said, he will 100% make out with you in public if he finds you look particularly sexy or after a long time away from you 

He loves days where the two of you can stay in bed and either cuddle or have sex. He especially loves being held by you after a bout of lovemaking 

John Kinley

This man is touch starved in that desperate, needy way

He spends months away from you so whenever he’s home he just needs to touch you 

It can be as simple as holding you from behind while you cook, his head resting on your shoulder 

Or having you sit on his lap while he's at work at his desk, having you read because he refuses for you to snuggle up with a book alone 

He just wants you to know he loves and needs you 

He loves to kiss. John is the kind of man who knows how to give you soft, sweet picks and build up to a full blown makeout session within a minute span

He’d also like to give you foot massages while you guys chatted on the couch 

Just simple acts of touch that lets you know that he’s here and is connected to you 

Rusty Sabich

Rusty, because he shouldn’t be touching you means that he will selfishly find any reason to have skin on skin contact

It will start out innocent - a brush of fingers here, arms lightly brushing when you work late together 

When he makes it obvious his intentions then he’d be more bold in public settings

Hand softly placed on your thigh, leaning into to whisper close enough to tickle your ear and cause goosebumps to explode down your neck 

When you got one on one time the soft nuances of his touch would become full blown obsession

Pushed against any surface he can, lips hungrily falling on yours

He’d be a neck biter for sure, hands digging into your thighs and ass

Desperate and needy 

Jamie Reynolds

Jamie loves touch, obviously, but he didn’t realize how much he loves intimate and mindful touch until he dates you 

He loves the way you hold him, he’s a big fan of being the little spoon when you two cuddle 

He loves to take baths together and to be held by you 

He loves that you make him feel safe enough to be held and cared for physically. His family doesn’t do hugs or affection so receiving it from you he realizes he needs it. Like a lot. 

He loves to hold your hand and draw you into hugs and make out with you slowly in very public places 

Like to the point that strangers ask you both to get a room 😊

He loves the way you like to hold him while he falls back into your lap and chat with you about all the things on his mind 

He especially loves when you ask him to hold you or comfort him; he loves being needed and wanting to care for you

Bonus Jake: 

Okay I normally don’t touch Jake because he’s real and I don’t fucking know lol

But Jake seems like he’d be mindful; very much super PG in public with you. If you wanted to hold hands he’d do it and he wouldn’t mind holding or kissing you but he’d always be aware of people watching and want to keep that to himself

Behind closed door I think he’d be super touchy

Def. holding you from behind while he teaches you how to cook a new recipe or help you chop something, head lazily hanging out on your shoulder

He loves when you fall on his chest, either resting your chin on his chest while you both chat or holding you while you both watch something together 

He seems like a person who loves to share kisses with you, soft and sweet but happy to make out if you were big into that too

_____

As always, all work was written by me @peacefulwriter88 please do not repost, publish, or use as your own

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

i personally think that we, as the jake fandom, have moved on too quickly from this puppy right here. look at him. so honorable. so hairy. has nightmares. is determined. risks his life. let me at him.

[emma-frxst]

The Right Thing

Pairing: John Kinley x female reader

Summary: John always does what he thinks is right even if it takes him away from you.

Warnings: Angst, foul language, no use of y/n, talks of having a baby.

Word Count: 650-ish

A/n-he’s so damn fine in this movie ugh!!! requests and tag list open! Thanks for reading!

You and John had agreed. No more long deployments. You two hd been so excited about the thought of having a baby.

But yet it had been three months and counting since you had seen him, counting each sunrise like a prayer. And when he finally walked through that door—alive, whole, he said, “let’s make a baby.”

That was a year ago.

Now, you sit across from him at the kitchen table, your coffee gone cold. The morning sun cuts harsh lines across his face, and there’s a letter in his hands. Official. Sealed. Heavy.

He doesn’t meet your eyes right away. Instead, he folds the paper with precision—habitual. “I know,” he says finally.

“Then, why? If you know?”

“Because they need me.”

Your throat tightens. You’ve heard that line before when he extended his tour, when he volunteered for the recon team, when he came home with scars that ran deeper than skin.

“And I don’t need you?,” you say, more desperate than angry. “You said we were done chasing ghosts. That it was time for us.”

His hand twitches like he wants to reach for yours. He doesn’t.

“There are men out there who need someone they can trust,” he says. “And I can’t just—”

“Can’t just let someone else do it?” You stand, heart pounding. “John, when is enough enough?”

He’s quiet for a long time. And then he says, quietly, “When I can look at myself in the mirror and know I didn’t leave someone behind. Not again.”

You hate that you understand him. That his guilt is stitched into his bones. That his moral compass is pointed so rigidly toward doing the “right thing” it never bends for the life you’re trying to build together.

“You’re not the only one living with ghosts,” you say, voice barely audible. “I just… thought we could start living with hope instead.”

Hope is the one thing you held on to these past few years of waiting- desperately wanting to start a family, but John always says he wants to wait. You and he had agreed to see a fertility doctor, eat more fruits and veggies, exercise more, and all the things people do to prepare for having a baby- except actually trying to have the baby.

His eyes flicker, then, softening, pain cracking through the soldier’s mask.

“I want that, too,” he murmurs.

But want isn't enough.

He leaves the next week.

No dramatic goodbye. No last-minute promises he knows he can’t keep. Just a kiss to your forehead and a whispered, “I’ll come home.”

Weeks turn into months.

The space he left behind fills with silence — not loneliness, exactly, but the kind of stillness that makes every tick of the clock sound like a gunshot. You go to work. You come home. You try to live.

At first, you were angry. Angry that he left. Angry that he chose duty over dreams. Angry that you kept your part of the promise, and he didn’t.

Somewhere between sleepless nights and long walks past the empty second bedroom, the sharp edges of your resentment softened. Time heals all wounds, right?

Your heart softened because you knew him.

John Kinley was never going to be the man who looked the other way when someone needed him. And somehow, despite it all, you still loved him maybe more than you wanted to.

One welcome home later, you and John stood in the doorway of the second bedroom.

You swallow hard. “So what now?”

“I’m done,” he says. No hesitation. “This was the last time I leave you…life is more than deployments.”

You search his face for any flicker of doubt. There is none.

“I want to come home,” he says. “Really come home. To you. If you’ll still have me.”

You step into him, burying your face in his chest, arms wrapping around his middle.

He hugged you back, tight; reassuring.

“Of course I’ll have you.” You muttered into his chest.

His arms warp around you and he lets out a sigh, like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders.

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Some tags didn’t work- sorry :(. Tags: @spideyrights @sataninsatin @go-commander-kim @severuined @romancried @eclecticfashionbookszipper @fagen @sizzlingcouldmentality @kissyabish @justjakescharacters

[pedroam-bang]

The Covenant (2023)

[charliehoennam]

take it all.

A/N: Promised @juniebugg I would follow up on this little blurb so here it is! ngl, i got mad horny writing this. i think it'll show lolololol hope u like it. please reblog, yall. sharing is caring.

Warnings: smut, no protection (wrap it up and stay safe), cumplay (i think?), language, NOT SAFE FOR MINORS

Word count: 1,332 (got a lil carried away but this aint nothing compared to the sfw alphabet head canons i got in the works for David Loki. If anyone would like to read that, lemme know!)

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

John couldn’t look more relaxed. The sunshine radiating in from the window behind the couch felt warm against your face. His head fell back against the couch with a long moan as he watched you through his lustful half lidded blue eyes. Calloused fingers combed through your hair, pushing it away from your face. Praises fell from his lips like constant prayers, encouraging you to continue as your cheeks hallowed against his harden dick. He was so turned on. You could feel him twitch in your mouth as you bobbed up and down, sucking his cock.

Releasing his shaft with a wet pop, you let your hand substitute your mouth and wrapped it around his shift to soothe him. He was so close to cumming, but you had other plans for him.

“God, baby. That was fucking close” he panted softly with his legs spread wide open.

You giggled and slowed the pace of your hand to calm him, peppering kisses up the soft flesh of his thighs. When your lips latched around his left ball, he used every drop of restraint in his bones to control himself.  He was ready to cum right there, but he couldn’t let the fun be over already. His eyes darkened as he felt your tongue against his skin as your lips pressed to add just enough pressure to deliciously tease him. He adored the tinge of pain rising through his body, heightening his pleasure even more.

The mere sight of his mouth gaping open in an O shape when your hand gave his tip a squeeze along with your mouth on his balls - altering from left to right and right to left to ensure they’d both receive the deserving attention -  left your pussy tingling. You could feel your wetness slipping from the entrance; your pussy lips were slick and coated in his saliva as they rubbed smoothly against each other, aching for his cock as you relished in the taste of his saltiness. The pressure in your core kept building and building as you felt the ghost of his tongue probing your pussy. You closed your eyes for a moment to remember the burn of his thick beard as his mouth engulfed your cunt, devouring and savoring your taste. Your clit began to throb just thinking about how it tingled when he sucked on it.

“Come up here” he ordered in a soft voice.

As you moved to straddle his lap, his hands were quick to slide under the fabric of your oversized sleep shirt. Really, it was just an old Metallica t-shirt that used to be his until you’d started living together in your first apartment.

You didn’t even see where the shirt had fallen to. All you could concentrate on was how warm and wet his mouth felt latching on your nipple. Your chest arched instinctively into his touch, splaying your breasts to the warmth of the sun and his saliva. His hair was soft to the touch as your fingers immediately tangled in his rich brown locks. You leaned your head down to watch him hungrily suck your tits. The minty scent of his 2 in 1 men’s shampoo filled your nostrils. His large hands kneaded your breasts as he altered between them until he finally pulled back.

“These are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Could suck your tits all fucking day.” He grinned mischievously as his hands shook your tits, making them jiggle for his amusement. “Goddamn, baby,” he whispered slipping a hand down to feel your drenched pussy lips, “you’re fucking soaking for me. I wanna see this. Lay down for me?”

His shit-eating grinned grew from ear to ear once you laid back on the couch. He moved to kneel on the floor between your legs, his sweaty hairy chest glistening in the afternoon sun. Your pussy gushed being on full display for him. With the kids, the auto-shop and the house to take care of, you and John had been restricted to quickies in the laundry room of the house or his office at the shop after closing time. It’d been a while since you were able to get as naughty as you wanted to. But with the kids away at school, John’s time off and your long absence of sexual satisfaction at each other’s hands, you could not pass up the opportunity.

“Missed this pussy so fucking much. Feels so good, all wet for me” he mumbles too focused admiring your cunt as his thumbs pulled your lips apart only to squeeze them back together teasing your clit with the pressure of his thumbs. His cock slid between your lips as he smirked widely, watching how his teasing actions made you squirm and grind you against his dick. You needed the friction; you were about to burst inside with arousal brimming at the edge of your control.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want. Lemme play a bit huh?” He chuckled lowly with his eyes fixed on how your pussy lips engulfed him, sandwiching his dick between the slick folds.

“Look how pretty you look with my cock like this. A little cock sandwich,” he chuckled at his own joke, tapping your sensitive nub with the heavy hard head of his shaft.  “I think I might just cum in your pussy and on it too.” You nodded smiling widely at the thought of your cunt being coated in his seed.

His hips moved back as his hands held your knees back, folding you in half to keep your pussy on display for him. You could scream from excitement. Just feeling his cock easing its way into you was enough to get you off at this point.

“F-Fuck. Nice and slow. I love watching your wet pussy swallow this cock. Wraps around it so good,” he groaned staring at your puffy lips as he bottomed out with his groin pressed to your cunt. “Play with your tits for me, sweetheart?”

How could you not when he asks with such a sweet soft voice?

His hips pulled back out slowly until he was all the way out and pushed back into your pussy painstakingly slow a couple of times. Then, he pushed back in with a hard thrust that made your body jerk. You began to beg and he smirked watching your face as you spread your legs as wide as possible.

Your breasts bounced wildly as his hips sped up. Your slick became audible as your pussy squelched around his cock and stuck to the skin of his groin. You’d never looked more beautiful to him than now, with your pussy full of his cock, taking in every inch as your tits jerked in circles from the harshness of his hips. The only moments he could tear his eyes away from your body was when they closed, trying to hold back his orgasm.

His movements grew harder and untamed. He was as close as you were. Watching your hand rub your clit as his cock pounded your wet flesh, the loud echoing slaps of skin, the panting and moaning of your despair growing louder, it was all too much. You felt the pressure explode inside you and released your orgasm on him, legs trembling from the overstimulation. Fingers tightening against the supple flesh of your thighs, he finally gave in and coated your walls with his cum with a wild growl.

He pulled his cock out carefully, trying to keep his white load in your open hole. Using his tip, he pushed the pearly white cream from your hole and spread it up and down over your swollen folds to coat you inside and out.

“My girl, my wife, and now my little filthy fucking cumslut” he chuckled breathing heavily as he leaned to kiss you tenderly, holding your face in his hands like a precious jewel to be admired.

“Good thing the kids have soccer practice after school ‘cause I’m only getting started.”