This was enough to send another massive orgasm crashing through her body, punctuated by Jack’s release of her throat, which added a final climactic addition to the pleasure coursing through her. Aria lost her sense of where or even who she was, surrendering to the all-encompassing euphoria that wrapped around her. The only thing that existed was delicious sensation, as Jack continued to relentlessly pound her pussy, his hands roaming to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples.
In this moment, all Aria wanted was to be here, facedown and ass up, being pleasured by this man who seemed to intuitively understand everything about how her body worked, and how to wring unimaginable pleasure with every single stroke of his iron shaft. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could last, however. Her thighs were trembling and shaking, and Jack’s hands seemed to be the only thing keeping her hips up.
Suddenly, Jack withdrew, and Aria cried out at the loss of his fullness. He let her hips fall until she was lying full length on the bed. His hand smacked down onto her bottom, and Aria cried out again.
“What are you—” she began, before being cut off by another firm smack.
“Whatever I want. Better get used to it,” came the growled response, followed by another smack on her wriggling bottom.
Aria tried briefly to get up, before being pressed back down onto the mattress by one strong hand while the other continued to administer a sharp spanking.
Somehow, the sharp stinging pain of the spanking on her helpless bottom was becoming a part of the heady mixture of sensations that Jack had brought to her. She settled into the bed, accepting Jack’s discipline, along with the pain and pleasure it brought.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice husky.
“Good girl,” said Jack, before lifting her hips slightly to slide a firm pillow beneath her. Now her ass was slightly raised, and Aria reflexively parted her thighs as she felt Jack’s hand slide between them. She moaned in pleasure as once again he slipped two fingers inside of her, massaging and stroking her most sensitive places.
Jack kept his fingers inside of her, pleasuring her, as he resumed spanking her. The combination of sensations was too much, and another orgasm rose and crashed through her.
“Please…” she moaned.
Jack continued to spank her firmly. “Please what, my darling?” he asked.
“Your cock, Jack. I need it…I need it inside of me…”
Jack chuckled again. The sound rolled over Aria’s trembling body. “Good girls get what they ask for. And you have been a very good girl.”
Jack gently pulled his fingers from within her and replaced them with the fullness of his cock. Aria felt Jack’s weight upon her as he positioned himself, almost in a push-up position, above her. Then, once again, everything else fell away as he drove into her from above.
The closeness of his body, the heat radiating from it, the impossibility of her moving as he had her pinned, was intoxicating. Once again, Aria was subject to the driving dominion of Jack’s powerful cock, and there was nothing else she wanted or could even imagine.
She had lost track of the number of times she had climaxed when his thrusts increased to a frenzied level as the pirate drove toward his own release. His cock somehow increased its fullness before Jack groaned powerfully, sending pulses of warm cum gushing inside her, enough to send Aria over the edge one last, shattering time.
Jack remained on top of her, keeping his full weight off of her with his powerful arms. Aria’s breathing began to slow, and she turned her head slightly to look at the pirate. His body was all ridges and planes of powerful muscle, currently covered with a light sheen of sweat.
“You’re magnificent,” she murmured contentedly.
“I was about to say the same,” said Jack softly, before leaning down to plant soft kisses on her neck and earlobe. He was still inside her, his pelvis pressed against the heat of her bottom.
Finally, he withdrew and moved easily to one side before wrapping Aria in his arms. She molded her body into his, pressing her bottom against his groin and wiggling it a little.
“You know, you’re remarkably graceful for such a big man,” she said, reveling in their closeness.
“My mother insisted on ballet lessons,” Jack murmured.
“Did she…?” asked Aria, as Jack burst into laughter. “Never mind. Brute.”
“Yourbrute,” said Jack softly.
Aria snuggled contentedly. “Mybrute.”
