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“Come over here,” he said, and I crawled toward him. He tilted my chin up toward him. “You’re going to sit on my cock, Sasha. Would you like that?”
“Very much,” I said anxiously.
Jacob gave me a daring look. “You’re going to wrap your legs around me, and this position— I’ll go deep in you. Deeper than I have before. But I think you can take it, now.”
I nodded frantically— I needed him, I needed him now. I swung a leg over his lap and positioned myself above his ready and waiting cock. I went as slow as I could; his cock rubbed up against my clit for an instant, but Jacob shifted, and it neatly slid into my entrance.
“You’re still so fucking tight, Sasha,” Jacob said, eyes flickering with pleasure. I panted as I continued to drop myself down, his thick cock straining at my pussy. “Go on,” Jacob urged me. “Take it all.”
“I…” I wasn’t sure what I meant to say. I can’t? No, I could, I needed to, I wanted to— but Jacob was right about this position. I felt his cock easing past what I’d thought before was his deepest point, then continue onward. I gasped; Jacob smiled.
“There you go. Good girl,” he said. “Almost there.”
“Almost?” I panted— how had I thought he’d truly fucked me before. I shifted my hips and felt him edge deeper into me.
“I was holding out on you,” Jacob said, leaning in close so he could keep his voice low. “But you’ve got all of me now, Sasha Copeland.”
I nodded, gasping for breath; Jacob was rocking his hips back and forth, and the sensation it caused made the room feel almost unbearably hot. I pitched forward, wrapped my arms around him. Jacob moaned, then placed his hands on my back to steady me.
He stood up so quickly that I felt for a moment like I might pass out—
“No, no, keep your legs around me,” Jacob murmured into my ears. “I’ve got you.”
He did— his arms around me, my legs wrapped tight to him, his cock buried deep inside me. Jacob began to lift me up like I weighed nothing at all, sliding me on and off of his cock. I tried to help— I meant to help— but I was overwhelmed by the feeling of him, of the rays of pleasure he was uncovering with each stroke.
“Come for me,” Jacob said— demanded. “I want to feel you coming with my cock buried in your sweet little pussy.”
I bucked at his words, heat rushing through me, my clit rubbing against the bottom of his torso, his cock grinding against some deep part of me that made me feel like I may split in two. He thrust into me again, lifted me up a bit higher so when I slid back down, his body slapped hard against my entrance.
“Jacob,” I moaned, unsure how loud or quiet I was being— unsure of anything except how perfectly full he made me feel.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered.
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“You are,” he confirmed, pushing harder into me, grinding against me. The orgasm was rushing through me now, scrambling toward a climax I already knew was going to leave me gasping for breath. Jacob was an artist, though— I never came until he wanted it to happen. He knew exactly how to hold me back until I felt I might explode with need.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“You’re going to come so hard, Sasha.”
“I am. Please, Jacob, please,” I gasped, now clawing at his back, squeezing his torso so hard with my legs that I felt my muscles locking up.
Jacob’s hand slid down my back, wicking away the sweat forming there; he could cover nearly my entire ass with his palm. I thought this was all he meant to do, until suddenly, I felt his thumb pressed against that entrance. I gasped, tensed, but Jacob didn’t hesitate— I was soaked with pleasure and sweat, and his thumb slid into my ass—
I came. No, that was hardly the word for it— because Jacob had made me come plenty of times before. This time, though, with his cock so deep in me and his fingers prying at such a forbidden place, I came so hard that it felt like something in my chest might break. I cried out, long and wailing and needing, and my legs and arms went limp around him, but Jacob stayed in me, pumping, thrusting as I pulsed around him.
When I was drained and exhausted, he turned and released me gently onto the bed. Every nerve in my body felt lit up, but my brain seemed to be slow to connect— like the power of my orgasm had short circuited it. Jacob waited until my eyes blinked open, until I smiled up at him.
“Can you stand?” he asked.
“I think so,” I said faintly.
