I followed my body's lead

I bolted upright, “Jack, please kiss me.”

A scoff turned into a half-smile: “What?”

“Please, I need you to kiss me.”

He tilted his head, “Are you drunk?”

“No, I mean, not really,” I pushed myself onto his lap. “Please,” I grabbed his arm. “Do you want to?”

I watched as the kind, concerned Jack faded away, and a hidden lust took over.

“Please. Just a kiss. I’m begging you–”

His mouth landed on mine, and our tongues fought for control. I conceded immediately. He tasted alive. I grabbed at his shirt, coiling it in my hands. Electricity ran from my mouth to my pussy to my toes. They could hook me up to a generator, and I’d make clean power for years.

He wrapped his arms around me, planting me firmly on top of him, hair falling onto his face. He caught my lips in his teeth, and I felt something inside me break free.

I am going to fuck him.

I grinded on him. My pussy lit up, and I moaned into his mouth. “That’s it,” he said, grabbing my ass with both hands.

I regretted ever calling what I was doing with it earlier ‘grabbing’. He kneaded my ass. His powerful fingers massaging a part of me I hadn’t known existed. He wanted me: he wasn’t afraid to show it

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. He pulled away from the kiss, but before I could react, his tongue was needling my neck, sending spirals of pleasure into my bones.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned.

One hand left my gyrating ass so he could pull up my shirt. He latched onto one of my nipples, and I shrieked.

“Please–please–please, oh fuck!” My panties were soaked.

“The second I saw you, I knew I had to fuck you,” his voice was ragged and breathy with effort.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

“Fuck me! Please!”

One hand on my neck, the other smacked my ass. “I will, slut. Don’t worry.”

“MMMMMM!” A shudder of arousal rocked my core at the word ‘slut.’

“You like that? You like being called a slut?”

I nodded, breathless. With a hand wrapped around my neck, he pulled me close to him, so I could feel his breath whisper past my ear.

“Do you wanna be my slut?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He spanked me, “Say it.”

“I wanna be your slut,” the words barely made it out through clenched teeth.

“Again,” He spanked me harder this time.

“I’m your slut!” I shouted.

He tossed me onto the bed as he stood. A whimper escaped my lips. He locked the door, then turned to face me.

The Jack I first met, the Jack that had carried me down the stairs with the utmost concern and tenderness, was gone. In his place stood a man forged of sheer power, of unrelenting will. My empty pussy quivered. I needed him to fill me: I needed to serve him.

“Take your shirt off.”

I tore off the tee as quickly as I could. Some part of me was grateful I never even had the option to wear a bra. I shuddered in delight as his gaze took in every inch of me.

“Very good, slut. Now, get off the bed, and crawl to me, very slowly, on all fours.”

It consumed every ounce of self-restraint not to leap into his arms. Instead, I lowered myself onto the hardwood floor, taking careful, measured paces forward. He took his shirt off, revealing that chiseled body. I would’ve cleaned it with my mouth if he’d let me.

I inched closer to him. He dropped his pants. Glee bounced through me when I saw his beautiful cock straining against his underwear. I gathered myself at his feet. He smiled down at me: he could very well be sixty feet tall.

“Is there something you’d like to ask me?”

“Can I suck your cock?”

He waggled his finger, “Where are your manners, slut?”

I swallowed, “May I please suck your cock?”

“Sir.”

“May I please suck your cock, sir?”

“You may.”

I pulled down his boxers, and his massive cock bounced free. My mouth flooded with saliva. It smelled like him. I put both hands around it. This was no boyfriend dick. Whatever it was, it was about to change my life.