What the Night Hides... Pt2

“Oh, Jack! Fuck me. Fuck me, Baby. I’m a good girl. I promise!”

Jack holds his cock over my face, after fucking me for a half-hour, having him outside of me, and just when I was about to cum. It’s too much. I gladly beg. I feel no shame in begging for his bitchbreaker cock.

“I just don’t know how I feel about you having another boyfriend.”

He slaps his cock on my face causing me to shake. He’d given me the order to only hold my ankles, so I do, splaying myself wide open for him. He stands at the side of the bed next to me, holding his cock over me. Not being able to reach out and grab his cock is killing me.

“Fuck him! I’ll dump his ass. A swear, baby.”

“No, no. That’s not the answer.” He taps my face with his cockhead again.

The splat from his cum and pussy juice-soaked cock has my cunt gripping air, hoping to grab his cock that’s nowhere near close enough.

“I think if you have a plaything, it only makes sense that I get to have playthings.”

“Yes! Yes, baby. You can fuck whoever you want. Please! Just as long as you fuck me!”

He smiles as he keeps taping my face. The constant splat, splat, splat, lights my nerves on fire.

He’s loving this too much, and if I don’t get that cock, I’m going to blow. I have to change tactics. “Jack.” I speak calmly, like a negotiator in a hostage situation. “I will do whatever you want. Please. I need you to put your cock in me. However you want, Jack. Just, please, put that godly cock in me.”

“I can put it in here?” He stuffs two fingers in my mouth and I instantly begin sucking.

I nod but hump the air to get his attention where I really want it.

“Oh. Or here.” He lets his wet fingers slide right over my vulva and into my tight asshole.

Fuck! I’d let him if he wants it, but God, two fingers already feel tight enough. His cock will split my ass in two!

“Yeah. You can put it in there, too.”

“But you really want it here, yeah?”

His hand slides to my burning, throbbing, gushing, going-fucking-crazy pussy.

“Yes!” I grab his arm and try shoving it into me but his fingers coil into a fist as his arm becomes stone. My hands fly back to my ankles. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean…”

Jack laughs. He slides into the bed with me, pushing me to my side and spooning me from behind. He lines his cock up with my **** flower and presses his head into me like a merciful god.

I moan at the top of my lungs. “Oh! Thank you!”

He eases in and scoots us further into the middle of the bed. He kisses my neck as he plays with my chest. “You really don’t like denial, do you?

“Anything for you baby.”

He thrusts a few times until he gets his cock all the way in. “Be honest. I’m okay with it, but I’m not super into it.”

“What?” I shouted. “Why the fuck did you do it? Augh! Ohh… Fuck.”

“I thought you might like it. You denied yourself with your little Jack.”

I reach around and smack his thigh. “No! I didn’t do that because I liked it. Oh, fuck, baby. Right there.” I lose focus as he finds an incredible rhythm.

All fourteen inches kiss my insides, massaging my nerves like a professional five-star masseuse. The pressure his girth is putting on my insides is what makes my eyes roll in pleasure.

“Jack that… Ohh.”

He touches my chin and turns me to look over my shoulder. He kisses me, but something about it feels different than is other kisses. Maybe it’s his hard body pressed against my back, the way my butt fits perfectly in his lap, or how perfectly sheathed he is in me. Or maybe it’s the effort he’s putting into his lips, the soulfulness of dance his tongue coaxes mine into, or maybe it’s the way his hands grip me, screaming the same need for me that I have of him.

I barely know him, but I feel so much more for him than I do for little Jack. How is that? I’ve known little Jack since high school, how could I possibly be more in love with a man I barely know. But that wasn’t quite right either. Sure, I’d barely met him this evening, but in a way, I’ve known him for years as well, since high school when I started working at his fucking charity. Who the fuck has a charity at his age? Or the age he would have been when he opened it? Still, weird or not, Jack was a kind, selfless person who fed and sheltered thousands of homeless every single night. Those were some of the best years of my life. Hard work, but rewarding work, and that was thanks to him. Then to find he’s a foster father for not just one of my favorite students, but also three more! He’s a fucking superhero. What has my little Jack done to compare to all that? Or better yet, given the same advantages Jack has, would little Jack do the same?

Jack has proven himself. A leader, a provider, a pillar of his community. A true man.

Just when I think I can’t get any hotter for this man, my heart starts pumping fire.

“Get me pregnant,” I moan. What the fuck did I just say?

In a breathy whisper, Jack pants, “What?” Jack’s thrusts stall for a half second at my slip but then keeps going.

“I…Ohh! Jack,” I moan as I climax.

I want to tell him that I didn’t mean it, that the sex has cooked my brain, that I just want him to fuck me and give me insane orgasms like this one that has my legs locked and shaking. I try explaining myself again when my orgasm dies down but right as the words start so does another orgasm.

“You want me to cum in you?” Jack whispers in my ear. “Is that what you really want?”

He’s not asking to cum in me, he’s already done that earlier tonight. He’s asking if I meant what I said.

I can barely moan his name as each stroke he takes sets a different patch of nerves on fire, sending orgasmic explosions up my spine, each one growing larger and larger until a nuke goes off in my head.

My mind is so preoccupied I miss Jack’s climax. It’s only when his thick cream runs over my thigh that I take notice.

“Jack, I… I didn’t mean what I said. I’m sorry.”

Jack pants, trying to catch his breath. “Don’t worry, you’re fine. And don’t be sorry, Abigale.”

He starts to slide out but I grip his hip and press against him.

“No,” I nearly shout. I try to catch my breath as I say, “Stay. Please stay. Can we… sleep like this?”

“Yeah, of course.” He pulled me in closer.

I relax in his arms and enjoy the feeling of being complete by a man. “What did you mean? When you said don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Jack nuzzles into my neck and lays soft kisses on my damp skin. “You’re not ovulating.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve been inside you for three out of the past four hours. I can tell.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.” I rub my hips into him.

I fall into the best sleep of my life.