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sent a shudder coursing through my body. Finally,
oh, god…finally.
He played his tongue in lazy
circles over my clit before sliding it down my pussy, tracing the edges,
working back up to circle around my clit again.
My body was building to its peak
and I was rising on a current of sensations, spiraling upward, my hips pumping
rhythmically as Jake did his magic with his tongue. I was crying out, pulling
against my chains, poised on the edge of release.
And then he was gone.
“No!” There was no shifting of
weight on the bed this time, just a steady exhalation of warm breath against my
inner thigh. In frustration I twisted on the bed, willing myself to let go. But
I couldn’t. My body was aching for release but I had no way of achieving it.
The room was quiet for a long
time. I knew where Jake was but there was nothing I could do, except beg.
“Please, Jake…”
He was back, his tongue probing
now, insistent, flattened against my clit, lapping at me before moving lower,
working between the folds of my pussy, sliding inside me. Almost instantly I
was twisting on the bed, pulling against my chains, moaning like a wanton
creature beneath the onslaught of his tongue and mouth.
Because now, besides licking me, Jake
had begun sucking my clit, pulling it into his mouth, tugging it briefly before
releasing it.
I was hanging over the edge cliff
again, relief and release so close I could taste them when Jake pulled away
with a harsh noise, almost as painful sounding as my cry.
“Damn you!” I pulled against my
chains in vain. “Fuck you, Jake. Stop doing this!”
There was silence and no movement
from Jake for a long time. I was breathing hard, my head lifted from the
mattress, tugging at my wrist chain, making it clank against something metal
behind me.
Between my legs I finally heard
noises, the soft sound of cloth moving and harsh breathing. Then there was
weight on the mattress near my head and Jake’s warmth was against my body. I
felt his legs push against my inner thighs and I suddenly knew where he was,
what he was going to do.
And then he was there, his body pressed
against mine, his cock sliding up the inside of my thigh. With one hard thrust
he entered me, hard enough to push me up the bed until the chains on my ankles
stopped me.
Our cries mingled then, his a
long desperate moan, mine a cry of triumph. I was powerless to move beneath
him, praying he wouldn’t take this chance of release away from me.
But I knew once he began
thrusting into me that there was no turning back for him. He buried his head
against my shoulder, each thrust accompanied by that same sound, a combination
of need and desire.
There was no gentle building of
arousal, no infinite time spent on a plateau of pleasure, only primal fucking.
With no other physical outlet for what I felt, I bit down on Jake’s shoulder. I
expected him to cry out or pull away, but he didn’t. He only said one word:
“Again.”
And I bit again, tasting blood on
my tongue.
With a strangled cry, Jake bucked
hard into me, grinding his body against mine. It was the contact my body sought
and I cried out, pulling hard against my wrist restraints, my body contracting
in the center. The orgasm that swept through me seemed to go on for whole
minutes. I shuddered and twisted beneath his weight, crying out, tears
streaming down my face.
Jake had held himself still
inside me, either allowing me to finally experience my release or trying to
hold back his. I really didn’t care at that point. But as my body began to
relax, he began to thrust hard, with those same quick jabs, erratic and sharp.
I felt the peculiar sensation of his cock growing even harder as he reached his
orgasm.
And then he was coming, his body
completely overtaken by his release. He wrapped his arms around my body, not so
much in passion, but I think to keep hold of something solid.
After a long time his body stopped
shaking, his muscles relaxing. I felt his cock growing soft, but he
oh, god…finally.
He played his tongue in lazy
circles over my clit before sliding it down my pussy, tracing the edges,
working back up to circle around my clit again.
My body was building to its peak
and I was rising on a current of sensations, spiraling upward, my hips pumping
rhythmically as Jake did his magic with his tongue. I was crying out, pulling
against my chains, poised on the edge of release.
And then he was gone.
“No!” There was no shifting of
weight on the bed this time, just a steady exhalation of warm breath against my
inner thigh. In frustration I twisted on the bed, willing myself to let go. But
I couldn’t. My body was aching for release but I had no way of achieving it.
The room was quiet for a long
time. I knew where Jake was but there was nothing I could do, except beg.
“Please, Jake…”
He was back, his tongue probing
now, insistent, flattened against my clit, lapping at me before moving lower,
working between the folds of my pussy, sliding inside me. Almost instantly I
was twisting on the bed, pulling against my chains, moaning like a wanton
creature beneath the onslaught of his tongue and mouth.
Because now, besides licking me, Jake
had begun sucking my clit, pulling it into his mouth, tugging it briefly before
releasing it.
I was hanging over the edge cliff
again, relief and release so close I could taste them when Jake pulled away
with a harsh noise, almost as painful sounding as my cry.
“Damn you!” I pulled against my
chains in vain. “Fuck you, Jake. Stop doing this!”
There was silence and no movement
from Jake for a long time. I was breathing hard, my head lifted from the
mattress, tugging at my wrist chain, making it clank against something metal
behind me.
Between my legs I finally heard
noises, the soft sound of cloth moving and harsh breathing. Then there was
weight on the mattress near my head and Jake’s warmth was against my body. I
felt his legs push against my inner thighs and I suddenly knew where he was,
what he was going to do.
And then he was there, his body pressed
against mine, his cock sliding up the inside of my thigh. With one hard thrust
he entered me, hard enough to push me up the bed until the chains on my ankles
stopped me.
Our cries mingled then, his a
long desperate moan, mine a cry of triumph. I was powerless to move beneath
him, praying he wouldn’t take this chance of release away from me.
But I knew once he began
thrusting into me that there was no turning back for him. He buried his head
against my shoulder, each thrust accompanied by that same sound, a combination
of need and desire.
There was no gentle building of
arousal, no infinite time spent on a plateau of pleasure, only primal fucking.
With no other physical outlet for what I felt, I bit down on Jake’s shoulder. I
expected him to cry out or pull away, but he didn’t. He only said one word:
“Again.”
And I bit again, tasting blood on
my tongue.
With a strangled cry, Jake bucked
hard into me, grinding his body against mine. It was the contact my body sought
and I cried out, pulling hard against my wrist restraints, my body contracting
in the center. The orgasm that swept through me seemed to go on for whole
minutes. I shuddered and twisted beneath his weight, crying out, tears
streaming down my face.
Jake had held himself still
inside me, either allowing me to finally experience my release or trying to
hold back his. I really didn’t care at that point. But as my body began to
relax, he began to thrust hard, with those same quick jabs, erratic and sharp.
I felt the peculiar sensation of his cock growing even harder as he reached his
orgasm.
And then he was coming, his body
completely overtaken by his release. He wrapped his arms around my body, not so
much in passion, but I think to keep hold of something solid.
After a long time his body stopped
shaking, his muscles relaxing. I felt his cock growing soft, but he
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