You and Jake spend another night together.

"You clean up quite well, don't you think?" Asks Jake.
You stare at yourself.
"I look like a whore." You say.
"I know. My whore." Jake says back.
He pushes up against you. You can feel his erection push against his boxers, pressing into the crack of your ass. His hands start to wander down your body.
You ask him, "I wanna know, what prompted the school-girl look?"
"Nostalgia, in a way." He says.
"What?"
"I got to thinking about the two of us back at Ivydale. The trouble we stirred up."
One of his hands starts to grope a breast. It fills his hand as he kneads it. Hoping to get a reaction out of you, you think.
"And a thought occurred to me. What if you had been like this, back then?"
His other hand slips down between your legs. His middle finger pushes right into you. A heavy breath is pushed from your mouth as he does.
"What if you had been mine? My little bitch, factory made to be mine in every single way?"
He fingers you for only a few seconds before he pulls it out. It's dripping wet with your juices. He sticks the finger into your mouth and you can't help but suck on it. It tastes... sweet, almost.
"What would I make you wear?"
You can feel a drop of something wet roll down the inside of your thigh.
"This is what I came up with."

He stops groping you, pulls down his boxers and kicks them off. Then, he leans down and grabs your right ankle and yanks it upward, pulling you into a standing splits.
"What are you doing? You ask breathily.
"Trying something new." He says. "Never really done this before."
With your leg straight in the air, Jake reaches down and guides his cock into your pussy. He does it slowly, watching your face intently while it slides into you.
"That's my favorite part. When I put it in you."
He gives you a few thrusts, just so you know he's in there.
"That moment when all of your bullshit just goes away. All that sass, that lip. It means nothing when I'm balls deep in your tight little pussy."
He starts fucking you, slowly at first. You, having nowhere to brace yourself, grab on to the back of Jakes neck. You're almost hanging off of him now, letting out short little noises every time he pushes up into you.
"This is the you that I prefer. The moaning little slut who can barely speak!"
You manage to squeak out, "Ah, ah, ah, You'd be a much, ah, better lay if you, ah, stopped talking!"

At that, he lets out a noise that's half grunt and half growl.
You can't help but laugh at that, grinning ear to ear. This joy is answered by Jake reaching down and grabbing your other leg pulling you up into a sort-of full nelson. You would have fallen right off of his dick if you hadn't grabbed onto his neck like you did.
Using every bit of his strength, he holds on to the hollows of both your knees and spreading your legs as far as he can, he starts to bounce you on his cock. You are powerless to do anything, **** to stare at yourself getting reamed in the mirror.
He manages to keep this up for a while. Though soon enough, he starts to slow down as his balls start to pulse. Already familiar with the feeling of Jake climaxing, you brace yourself as he blows his load into you. Or half of it, as his cock pops out of your pussy halfway through, shooting some on your stomach. Some even stains the inside of your new skirt.

He lets go of your legs and you crumble to the floor, your feet giving out before you can even try to use them.
Jake angrily grabs his glass from earlier, shotgunning the booze.
"Fuck you." He says.
From the floor, you say, "You came didn't you?"