Fallon #2
Once he completes the circle, he stands so close to my face that I can smell his sweat. It’s like a scent designed specifically for me. My clit is swollen with need. It’s throbbing for him.
He drops his shorts to the ground and kicks them away. I didn’t realize before that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He was bareback. Fucking hell, that’s so hot.
Stroking himself several times, he looks down at his perfect dick and asks, “Is this what you want?”
“It’s what I need,” I pant like a dog.
“You look so good when you’re needy. Say my name, naughty girl.”
“Jett,” I whine.
He shakes his head and brings his cock within a hairsbreadth of my pussy. “Try again, angel face.”
I bite my bottom lip so hard that I think I draw blood before I breathe, “Daddy Jett.”
He nods in approval as he bends his knees and runs his tip through my center, coating it in my juices. “You’re very wet, naughty girl. I think I need a taste from your fountain.”
At that, he sinks to his knees before slowly running his tongue up my right inner thigh, followed by my left.
He then parts my lips and licks straight through my center in one long, snail-paced stroke, causing my knees to buckle.
If my wrists weren’t tethered to the bar, I would have collapsed to the ground.
I can feel the delicious sting of my weight on my wrists.
He looks me in the eyes as he sinks one finger into my opening. Those same eyes flash with amusement as my body ripples around his finger. I’m already that close.
Withdrawing his finger, he takes it into his mouth as he stands again. He circles his finger around my nipples in a teasing manner. “Hmm, what do I want to do with you?”
“You want to fuck me,” I assure him.
He smiles before lifting one of my legs around his waist and teasing my opening with his leaking tip. I shift my hips, trying to get him inside me, but I’m at his mercy. This will happen when he’s ready for it to happen.
With only that tip inside me and my juices pouring onto him, he pulls my head back roughly by my hair before licking a long, slow line straight up my throat until he reaches my lips. I release a whimper. I’m so turned on that I’m seeing dots.
“Please,” I plead one last time. “Make me come, Daddy Jett.”
At the same moment his tongue pushes into my mouth, he thrusts his hips violently forward until he’s swallowed whole by me.
I scream out at the intensity of his possession. He’s so wide it’s hard to take him all at once, but I love the way it ignites me. He always achieves the perfect balance between pain and pleasure. There’s no mistaking the moment Jett enters my body.
My head is still tilted back while his lips latch onto my neck. He sucks and nibbles, waiting for my body to form around his. My hard nipples rub against his sweat-slickened chest. He hasn’t even moved inside me yet, and I’m already primed for an explosion.
This image right here. This was what I fantasized about for months.
I can’t wait to see the video for this precise moment.
The moment when his giant sweaty body finally enters mine and I can’t see straight.
When I’m totally and completely at his mercy.
I couldn’t escape right now if I wanted to, not that I’d ever want to.
He releases my hair and lifts my other leg until both are wrapped securely around his waist. I begin to loosen to the point that there’s no longer pain, just pleasure. It feels like my eyeballs are rolling around in my head.
“Jett,” I pant, “fuck me like you’re punishing me.”
He grips my ass hard as he begins rutting into me while the sweat on his body drips onto me.
I want to be covered in him. I’m already imagining the shower we’re going to take after this, where he insists on meticulously cleaning every inch of me.
Where we both get so worked up he’s forced to take me again.
My arms are pulling the restraints. I know my wrists will be sore and bruised. I can’t wait to see his marks of claiming.
“Beg for more,” he grits like he’s on the verge of losing control. “Show me your submission.”
“Please,” I moan, having completely lost my vision at this point. “I need to explode.”
“Explode like a good girl.”
“I want you to let go too,” I shout. “I want to feel your cock twitch inside me. I want you to come undone. Just for me. Only me.”
He roughly grabs my chin until I’m forced to make eye contact with him. “It will only ever be you. Show me what my cock does to your pussy. Come for me, angel face. Coat me in your orgasm.”
Like the dutiful woman I am, I come so fucking hard I nearly black out. I can’t see anything except a sea of colors. It’s only his scent that’s keeping me present because I don’t know if I’d otherwise remember what planet I’m on right now.
I can’t see it, but I feel my explosion. I squirt so damn hard and long I know I’m making a mess on his body and his floor.
That’s his tipping point. He holds himself deep inside me while he shakes and grunts his way through his own orgasm, marking me for eternity.
There is no way I can ever live without this man. We need to figure things out. We need to get on the same page.