Closing Time

I sit at the bar, waiting for closing time and for the final wave of customers to take their leave. As the clock on the wall nears two in the morning, the last stragglers stumble out of the bar and into the gravel parking lot. They're loud, boisterous, and clearly in no condition to drive. After they've finished, Jack washes the last few glasses, setting the final bottle on the shelf.

I feel like a predator, biding my time, nursing my drink, and watching. Jack is working efficiently, clearing empty glasses and bottles, his focus on the task at hand. "You don't have to go home," he hollers, "but you can't stay here." The anticipation of what will come once the doors close for the night has my pulse racing.

He turns, catching my gaze, and nods, knowing what I've been waiting for. The doors swing shut, leaving us alone in the dimly lit space. Jack makes his way over to the bar, leaning on it, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. My reresolvcrumbles and without a moment's hesitation, I throw caution to the wind.

I slide off the barstool and straddle Jack, pressing my body against his. "I want you," I whisper, our faces mere inches apart. My words take him by surprise, but he doesn't shy away. In fact, he responds with a growl that sends shivers down my spine. He crushes his lips to mine, his hands on my waist, pulling me closer.

Our kiss is intense, filled with hunger and need. I As our lips part, Jack's breath hitches, a visible shudder running through his strong frame. His grip on my waist tightens, and he pulls me deeper into the kiss, claiming me with a ferocity that leaves me weak in its wake. We both know we're crossing a line, a line, but the fire between us is too intense, too all consuming.

As our lips meet again, a fire burns in the pit of my stomach, spreading through my limbs, leaving me **** for more. Jack's tongue dances with mine, and I can't help but moan softly. The pull towards each other is irresistible. Our clothes seem like a barrier, a nuisance that separates us from the raw, intense desire that courses between us.

The chemistry between us is undeniable, the intensity of our connection growing with each breath, each touch. In the back of my mind, I know this isn't wise. But for now, I give in to the magnetic pull between us, allowing the heat of our forbidden encounter to carry us into the night.

I can feel the hardness of Jack's erection pressed against my thigh. Without a word, I reach down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his throbbing length. A low growl escapes Jack's lips, and he grabs my wrist, guiding my hand towards his waiting member. I wrap my fingers around him, giving a firm stroke that makes him hiss.

My mouth waters, craving a taste of him. I lower my face, licking my lips before engulfing his cock in my mouth. Jack groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke. I feel his cock throbbing against the back of my throat, and I know he's close. I release him from my mouth, watching as he shudders, a string of precum joining my lips to his cock.

Jack's hands roam over my body, squeezing my ass and pulling me closer. "Take your clothes off," Jack commands, his voice raw with need. I comply, sliding my top over my head, then pulling off my jeans and panties in one swift motion. Naked before him, I feel exposed and ****, but also irresistibly turned on.

Jack mirrors my actions, his large frame bared before me. His eyes roam over my nude form, and I can't help but shiver at the heated look in his gaze. He picks me up, setting me on the bar, my legs splayed wide. He wastes no time, pushing my legs further apart, my asss rests on the edge of the bar, giving him full access to my wet cunt. Without warning, Jack plunges his hard cock into me, filling me completely.

I cry out, the sudden intensity overwhelming. He starts to thrust, the **** of his hips driving him deeper and deeper with each stroke. I feel the energy that our passion has forged between us. It courses through me, a tangible and all consuming **** that stirs something ancient and primal within my very soul. Our bodies slap together, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing in the empty bar.

My succubus nature awakens, and I'm acutely aware of the carnal hunger that rages within me. The energy from our sexual encounter has ignited it, and I can't help but bask in its intoxicating power. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him inside me, the sensation intoxicating. His hands find my breasts, caressing and squeezing as he pounds into me with animalistic fervor.

Our eyes lock, the intensity of our connection burning bright between us. My lips find the pulse in Jack's neck, and I gently nip at it, relishing the way he shudders at my touch. I lick the spot, feeling his essence flow into me, nourishing the ravenous creature that I am. We're both lost in the frenzy, our inhibitions shattered by the **** of our desires.

With each inhale, I draw in the remnants of our passion, feeling the surge of power as it courses through my veins. Yet, I'm mindful of the delicate balance between feeding on Jack's essence and causing him harm. I pull back, running my fingers through Jack's hair, making sure he's still with me. Our gazes meet, and the intensity of our chemistry is undeniable.

Jack's pace quickens, the muscles in his back and thighs bulging as he works to satisfy our lust. I can feel the building pressure within me, the edge of release growing nearer with each passing moment. The pull to devour him completely is overwhelming, but I resist. A shudder wracks Jack's body as he spills himself deep within me, his hot seed filling me up.

I arch my back, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave, drowning us both in its ecstasy. As the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking recede, we remain intertwined for several long, shuddering moments. Even as the haze of lust recedes, our ragged breaths the only sound to break the post-coital silence