"Jacob!"

"Jacob!" you exclaim, barely getting the name out before your handsome beau has his strong arms wrapped around you, his lips crushing yours with such fierce passion it's a wonder they don't split open.

"What... are you... doing.... oh!"

"Kissing you," he says, nipping your lip, which is swollen from last night's activities and his fierce kisses.

A groan escapes you. In spite of aching from last night's enthusiastic bouts of lovemaking you can feel your body revving up for another go. His fingers slip beneath your robe, parting the thin fabric and loosing your breasts to the brightly-lit room.

"We shouldn't..." you pant, thinking of how a renter could show up at any moment. Your legs go weak with the thought and Jacob whirls you around, lowering you to the floor as his mouth seals on one hard peak.

A gasp escapes you as his teeth bite down, and you groan as you feel him leaving yet another mark. He seems to love leaving hickeys on your body, marking you. After last night your breasts, neck and thighs all sported one and you didn't mind in the least. It seems like Jacob can do anything he wants to you and you'll still cum.

"I want to fuck you one more time," he growls, and you feel his dick, somehow already cloaked by a condom, slam without warning.

Crying out in both pain and ecstacy you receive his every thrust. Your inner linings, swollen from last night's rugged action, seems extra-sensitive and seem poised along the sharp edge of pain and pleasure as if his dick was a dull blade that constantly threatens to cut, but in the meantime draws forth ecstacy instead of blood.

"The... the renters..." you finally manage to gasp. "What if... what if one walks in?"

Jacob chuckles at your words, or perhaps the spasm your pussy makes as you think of being caught.

"Let them see one of the benefits you're giving me. Thrust back," he demands, and you mindlessly obey. The smacking of his pelvis against yours, the rubbing of his dick against your innards drives you over the edge and you find yourself orgasming louder than ever.

"Damn, you're a great fuck," he says, somehow recovered long before you. Casually he tosses a condom in the direction of the garbage. It lands among the many others atop the bulging bag you're always forgetting to take outside.

"Anytime," you gasp, so weak from your orgasm that you can only lay weakly on the floor, your legs still spread and rubbery from his attentions.

"Hope to see you soon," he says, giving you a last smile before rushing out the door.

"Looking forward to it," you manage, though you kind of hope he'll give you a couple days at least to recover. Your body sends twinging complaints whenever you move so you lay there for a moment longer.

Unfortunately Jacob has scarcely left the room when someone else comes in.

"So those are the benefits, huh?"