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She felt him coming even before his cock got all the way down her open throat. Jill was shocked at first, her eyes going wide as Jack’s muscular body stiffened above her and he fisted her hair from behind and exploded like a cannon against the back of her throat. She almost gagged, but then her body responded in a shockingly natural way, her throat staying open as Jack poured thick spurts of hot semen into her. He drove his slick shaft in and out past her lips as he came, fucking her mouth as her back scraped against the wall.
“Oh, fuck!” Jack roared, slamming one palm against the wall again and again as he fucked her mouth, coming hard and thick, his other hand firmly gripping her hair, sending splinters of the good sort of pain through Jill’s burning roots as she did her best to keep sucking and keep her throat open and take everything Jack needed to give to her. He thrust once more into her mouth, held himself there for a shuddering moment, then squeezed out the last of his load and slowly pulled out, his cock leaving a long trail of ropey semen that dripped down her chin and onto her already sticky breasts. “You just broke me, Jill,” he muttered, placing both palms against the wall to steady himself, then slowly going down on his knees in front of her and pulling her into his panting glistening rippling body. “You wrecked me, Jill. I’ve never fucking come like that, baby. It’s possible my heart stopped for a few seconds back there.”
Jill purred into his body, her face buried in the hard space between Jack’s muscular pectorals. She could taste the salt in his sweat, smell the semen in her breath, hear the hammering of their two hearts. Her entire body hummed from the shock of Jack’s explosive climax. He’d come so fast it totally thrilled her to know that she was the cause, that she’d done that to him, brought that out in him.
He couldn’t stop himself from coming, Jill thought with private delight, shamelessly proud at how hard she’d gotten him by stroking his beautiful dick and rubbing it all over her breasts, making her nipples sticky with his pre-cum. She’d sucked him so well, hadn’t she? It wasn’t something she”d done much in her mostly unremarkable sexual history. Certainly, it wasn’t something she’d ever enjoyed before. But oh, shit, it turned her on to feel Jack totally lose himself like that and fuck her mouth like a savage, fisting her hair and coming down her throat!
It should have felt slutty and dirty, but it felt playful and pure.
She’d loved it.
Loved making him feel good.
“Was that good?” she whispered into his chest before looking up at him shyly as he kissed her forehead and then her sticky lips. “Am I a good starfish?”
Jack chuckled, kissing her wetly on the mouth and grinning. “It’s possible I underestimated you. Maybe because of the whole knitting thing.”
“Oh, you’re totally getting that knitted dick-sock for Christmas now.” Jill raised an eyebrow. “But wait, if we’re together, I’m allowed to knit you a sweater for Christmas, right?” Jill paused, then flashed a pretend-pout and narrowed her eyes crossly up at him. “Unless we’re not really together. Unless I’m just another fuck-buddy for the great Jack Wagner.”
“Nah, you aren’t the fuck-buddy type,” Jack whispered with a grin and a kiss. “Which is a problem, because although I love you and we are sure as hell together, I’m not the knitted Christmas-sweater type.”
“You’re right, that is a problem,” Jill informed him hotly, pushing him away and crossing her arms over her boobs. “I don’t know if I can commit to a guy who won’t wear my sweaters.”
“How about a compromise, baby. I’ll wear that woolen dick-sock you’re going to knit for my overexposed proboscis.” Jack grinned wickedly, kissed her again, then grabbed her tight and pulled her down onto the mattress with him, holding her close to his body, then turning her onto her side. He settled his big naked body behind her, spooning her perfectly with his protective frame, his cock smushed against her bare butt, one big palm on her hip as she rested her head on his other arm. “Maybe a matching woolen nut-sack for my family jewels?”
“That’s kind of a disturbing image,” Jill murmured as she snuggled her butt against Jack’s unprotected package, which seemed to be stirring against her ass now, growing slowly but surely until he was grinding his cock gently against her bottom. “Jack Wagner at the Darkwater Christmas Party showing off his new woolies to the team?”
“Yeah, you’re right, that’s no good,” Jack rumbled against her cheek from behind. “The other guys might want some of your hand-knitted woolies for their own dicks. And I can’t have my woman measuring other men’s dicks at the Christmas party.”
Jill cackled out a laugh. “Why, is Jack Wagner worried he won’t measure up?”
Jack smacked the side of her bottom nice and tight from behind, making her yelp. “Did you just burn me with a dick-joke?” He smacked the side of her ass again, then reached between their spooned bodies and ran his fingertip along her butt-crack. “Well, you know what? Because of that insulting joke, you’re going to get a chance to measure me with your tight little butthole, baby. Let’s see how deep I can go.”
“Ohmygod, that is not happening!” Jill tried to wriggle away from his dangerously thick finger that was spreading her rear crack with alarming dexterity. “I am definitely not that type of girl.”
“But that’s how babies are made, aren’t they?” Jack whispered innocently into her hair as he spread her buttcheeks and circled her dark rear hole with his middle finger. “If we’re going to start a family, I’m going to have to fuck you in the ass, Jill. It’s simple biology. Scientific fact.”
“Is that what they tell you boys when you join the Army?” Jill giggled, then gasped when Jack placed his big thumb squarely on her little butthole like a plug, holding it there as his rapidly hardening cock stiffened against her thighs from behind. “Oh, Jack, that feels so . . . oh, I can’t believe you’re . . . I can’t believe I’m . . . oh, Jack. Oh!”
Jill’s body stiffened as Jack pushed the bulge of his thumb past her rear entrance just as the fingers of his other hand somehow found their way to her nipple from around and below, twisting her pebbled peak with a sharpness that made her gasp.
Jack held her tight for a long moment, fingers of one hand pinching her nipple, thumb of the other hand plugging her rear hole. She shuddered, not daring to move, her breath catching, a thrillingly dark arousal surging in her, rising to a pitch that Jill wasn’t certain she could handle.
Then Jack chuckled against her cheek and loosened his grip.
“Relax, baby, I’m not going to go there,” he whispered into her hair, popping his thumb out of her butthole and smacking her ass firmly. But although his thumb was gone, Jack’s cock was getting very big and hard behind her butt now, and Jill’s eyes went wide when she felt his cockhead pry her rear cheeks open and then stop dangerously close to that forbidden hole. “Not unless I’m forced to wear a knitted Christmas sweater, of course. After all, every relationship needs some give and take, baby.”
Jill laughed, then sucked in a breath when Jack pulled slightly away from her body and quickly slid his hand between her thighs from behind, raising her leg and holding it up so he could get his cock in there. Now suddenly Jack’s cockhead was against her slit as she lay on her side, and before Jill could turn her head in surprise, he was already pushing himself into her vagina, his cock getting harder and thicker as he entered her pussy from behind and below.
“Oh, shit, Jack,” she whimpered as Jack held her securely in place against his body, one hand squeezing her boob from beneath and around, his other hand holding her leg up to make space for his cock to slide in and out of her slick entrance. “I’m spread so wide, Jack. And you’re so deep inside me that I can’t even . . . oh, Jack . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh, Jack!”
“Oh, fuck,” Jack growled as he pumped his hips vigorously, driving his piston of a dick back-and-forth into her, now adjusting his body slightly, his cock angling inside her pussy in a way that send arousal ripping through Jill until she was totally helpless as Jack fucked her. “You’re so warm inside, Jill. It feels so good to put my dick inside you. It belongs in you, baby. Are you all right, sweetheart? Can I . . . can I go harder?”
“Y-yes,” Jill muttered, her eyes shut so tight it hurt, her entire body pulsing as Jack pumped into her with that upwards angle that was pushing his cock into places Jill didn’t even know existed in her vagina. “Yes, you can . . . you can go harder.”
Hearing herself say it made Jill wetter and hotter, and she moaned loudly as Jack thrusted deeper, harder, her body quivering as his powerful piston-like hips drove his heavy cock in and out with teeth-rattling intensity.
Soon Jill was almost out of her mind from being held in place and taken like this, and when Jack suddenly pulled out and flipped her face-down and raised her ass, smacking it twice before guiding his cock back into her pussy and picking up like he’d never stopped, she screamed and her eyes flicked open wide and she thought she was coming but couldn’t tell anymore, was aware of nothing except how wide she was stretched, how deep she was filled, how thoroughly she was owned.
And how completely she was his.
“Mine,” Jack growled from behind as he pumped her deep and hard, each inward thrust smashing his pelvis against her bottom, the force making her breasts swing wildly as Jill hunched forward on her elbows and forearms, gazing down past her own body and staring at the mesmerizing sight of his thick cock going in and out of her insanely stretched vagina from behind. “All mine, Jill. Always mine.”
Jill whimpered something in response, but her words were drowned out by the imminent sense that Jack was about to come inside her, flood her with his seed, empty those balls which were slapping wildly against her underside as he pumped and thrust from behind, fucking her with a wild desperation that was hammering the bed against the wall, perhaps rocking the entire building with his furious determination to possess her completely.
And then suddenly Jack pulled out with a roar, and before Jill could understand what was happening, he’d grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back like a rag-doll. She gasped when she looked up and saw Jack above her, his face dark red with pulsing panting arousal. Looking into her eyes, Jack reached between their heaving bodies and guided his cock back to her hopelessly slick entrance, his thickness easily sliding into her primed pussy. Instantly Jack was all the way deep again, but this time he didn’t start pumping those hips even though Jill was sure he was right on the edge of coming like a stallion in a stud-farm.
“Oh, Jack,” she whispered as suddenly everything slowed down and he was inside her and on top of her and looking into her eyes, deep into her eyes, stroking her hair carefully now as he held his cock inside her and flexed it against the farthest reaches of her pussy. “Jack, this feels so . . .”
Jill’s words were swallowed up by the warmest biggest wettest kiss, and she moaned and shuddered and stared up into Jack’s eyes as he smiled down at her and slowly began to move again, rolling his hips, flexing his cock, now stroking her hair gently while keeping his gaze locked on hers.
Jill tried to flash that playful smile, tried to reach for those teasing words from when they’d joked about doing it missionary style with melodramatic eye contact. But neither the smile nor the words came out of her, and she knew Jack wasn’t teasing either, wasn’t playing around, wasn’t being ironic.
This intensity was real.
This moment was truth.
This feeling was love.
“I love you, Jill.” Jack groaned as he moved over her, moved inside her, his cock flexing, his balls tightening as Jill stared with wide wonder into his eyes as her climax began to roll in like a wave in slow motion, gaining in mass and momentum as it rose until it was poised above her like a wall of erotic energy, curling at the corners, dripping at the edges, hanging there for a thrilling moment before it came crashing down just as Jack stiffened and shuddered and shouted as he came. “Oh, fuck, Jill!”
Jill arched her back below him as their climaxes hit together with a synchronicity that shattered her. A shuddering gasping convulsing cry escaped her trembling lips as that slow-motion tidal wave of sexual energy finally crashed down upon her, drowning Jill as Jack flooded her, smothering Jill as Jack filled her, breaking Jill as Jack put her together again.
They came together for what seemed like hours, days, centuries, lifetimes, all the while locked together like a single organism, joined in ways that seemed beyond the physical, connected in mind and heart, spirit and soul. Jack was groaning and gasping, his body jerking and jamming as he filled her afresh with his thick seed until finally Jill could feel herself overflowing between them, hot and wet, semen and sweat, love and death.