My Punishment And My Pleasure

It is fast and intense and it is hard and it is powerful. It is a lustful usage.

It is fucking, plain and simple.

And it is entirely out of my control.

Just being used. Just Jake gripping my head and thrusting his hips, pounding himself forward into me and filling my mouth, thrusting with all the **** he can muster while he holds me perfectly still.

It's punishment, almost. Certainly it's him showing me his lack of patience and bemusement at the way that I've treated him, the way that I've tortured him over the past few minutes.

Teasing and leaving him in anguish while I pleasured myself. Almost making him shame himself in front of people that he cared about the opinion of.

More than that almost making him explode, and now making him lose control.

With his hands holding my head beneath the counter he thrust forward hard and fast, his cock throbbing as it pressed at the back of my throat.

And god, I remember that I was trying to choose a destination for him. A place that he would cum.

And god, that choice was out of my hands.

My hands that were flying up and pressing at myself, holding against my body while he used my mouth. Pressing into my breasts through my shirt, through my sports bra. Clawing at my thighs and dragging in red lines that would surely be visible and surely match my red knees that I no doubt now hoad.

God he was fucking my face. That was really the only way to describe it.

And god with my jaw aching I was taking it and ready to receive as he pulled back, his head pulsing just between my lips, until he started to spill himself forth.

Between my lips he pulsed and there was heat first, the eruption of him throbbing and spurting onto my tongue. Salty heat and warmth that spread out through me as I greedily gulped down my final reward and moaned, suckling at him and taking every single last drop.

I wasn't going to waste a single one. Not after the work I'd put in and not after the way I'd craved it and not based on the way that it was making me feel. Making my body shiver and making my eyes roll back as I got off on the sensation of having him finish inside my mouth, his pulsing filling me and his hands holding me still on him so I have **** but to fucking take it.

To drink it all down.

I moaned, shaking as I swallowed. I felt myself rising once more, the third time it had come for me beneath this countertop, as I moaned through a climax that was not as high and not as powerful as the one before but was far more complex and nuanced instead.

It was just... subtle. Almost.

It was borne not just on the sensations but also on so much more than that. It was borne on the feelings, on the ideas, on concepts and conceits.

It was the culmination of all of this, of doing something I never in a million years thought I would do.

It was swallowing the seed of a stranger out in public.

It was getting off on it.

It was getting off on her.

It was getting off on Emily.

Because right now, she was all I ever wanted to be.

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