[ the instant hannah sends jet her address, she bolts up out of her bed and screams into her hands. she'd sent the text along with a give me twenty! for good measure, which was marvelous forethought on her part because prior to all this she'd literally just been lounging around in her bed wearing old pajamas and mismatched underwear.
had she even more forethought, she might have sent him a hotel or something instead but — hell, who has that kind of money anyway? her own apartment is modest, a one bedroom with all the necessary fixins, but it's also kind of a mess because good god when was the last time she had anyone over that wasn't a girlfriend or coworker commiserating over a couple of beers and friend chicken??
reason #1 for the twenty minutes: clean the shit out of her apartment in lightning speed. she manages this by stuffing a lot of her laundry in the closet and tossing anything else just lying around into the storage of her ottoman, which gives her just enough time for reason #2: shower and primp. shit she should have asked for thirty, but it is what it is. she saves time not bothering with her hair, it's still nice and styled modestly from that day's work anyway, and she remembers last minute to put on her sexiest (and matching!!) pair of lingerie. which honestly isn't really much, just black and lacey, because the last time she had reason for such clothing she was also down a cup size so, you know, adapting with what she has here!!
by the time he arrives she'll manage to calm her nerves and try to remember to be normal. it's fine, it's just a booty call, a dick appointment, it's fine. but just in case he wants some kind of pretense — she's wearing a simple sun dress and set out some beer and snacks... mama an would be proud of her for her hosting skills right now. ]
[ He had briefly considered asking if she wanted to go to a love hotel — they're cheap and discreet, but immediately shuts that down knowing that could be taken as an insult. Then, she actually sends her address instead of telling him to go kick rocks; Jet is promptly on his way with little pretense. 'Should I bring anything...?' His mind instantly draws a blank as he drives, taking occasional long pulls of a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. 'Condoms.' Thank God for the bodega close to her apartment complex with dark boxes of XL magnums sitting on the counter, making it all the more easy to swipe up, pay for, and get back to his rental car with five minutes to spare.
By the time he's at her doorstep, Jet glances at his wristwatch and sighs — two minutes early. Once, twice, thrice; he raps his knuckles against the door and waits, a plastic bag of condoms hanging 'round his arm and looking every bit the awkward, nervous fish out of water. It's not like he hasn't done one-night stands before... but after a few months, nigh a year, Jet felt rusty.
At least he dressed casually: shirt (that's a little too tight), jeans, and in his "seen better days" work boots. He even bothered to wear cologne! ]
[ two minutes early, but that's okay because hannah wouldn't be hannah if she weren't extremely anal about things and actually managed to get ready with over five minutes to spare (which means spending those five minutes arranging and rearranging the bottles of beer on her coffee table like they're some kind of art piece about to be judged) ]
C-Come in!
[ she shouts from the couch, before realizing she can go up and open the damn door herself, which she does. she's flushed, both from the hot shower and her own nerves, but no less excited as she pulls the door open and sees what has to be the hottest man she's seen in years. standing here, at her doorstep, for her.
she stands aside, making room for him to walk in, belatedly realizing just how large he actually is. oh god. ]
There's, um. Snacks. Drinks. [ hello? is she hosting a middle school party? ] Sorry — I haven't done this in a while.
[ He isn't sure what he had expected to see, but goddamn she looks good. For half a moment he's stuck in place, wondering how in the world did he manage to get this far in only a few texts... and how long it will take him to mess this up. Ever the pessimist, Jet immediately begins to question once more what this beautiful woman sees in him. Surely he's got at least a decade on her.
But then he realizes that he's still standing in her door like a jackass and hurriedly walks inside, shutting it behind him. ]
Er, yeah. Thanks. I like beer. [ He grabs for a can; no brand in particular. He's sure years of chain-smoking have damaged his ability to comprehend different flavors, so everything tastes damn near the same. ] Nice place. And, uh, it's alright. Me too.
[ Despite commenting on the opulence of her apartment, his eyes are entirely focused on her. In any other scenario, this may be deemed as intimidating. He can only hope his intensity is seen as a genuine interest in her. ]
… Wanna sit down together? [ A beat. ] Or we can just go to you room. I- I brought condoms.
[ He lamely lifts the arm holding the bag, feeling as if what he said might sound too pushy. He's excited — no doubt about that — but he also wants to take this at Hannah's pace. ]
[ it's not necessarily the blind leading the blind, but lord are they close. it's not as if hannah doesn't think she's desirable — she owns a mirror, she knows her curves work to her advantage, she definitely picked this dress out for how well it cinches her waist and how the low neckline makes her tits look exceptionally big. but it's still been long enough that she even let herself indulge in this kind of attention; having this hunk of a man stare at her like she's a whole meal makes her knees so goddamn weak.
she thinks maybe they should take it easy, get both their nerves a little settled. she leads them to her couch and reaches for a bottle of beer of her own—
and then he brings up condoms.
the laugh that leaves hannah's mouth when her eyes land on the box of condoms is light, mostly a giggle. despite being "out of the game" for as long as she has, she knows what that black box means — or rather, what size it indicates. it really shouldn't be any surprise to her, being the reason for their conversation leading to this point in the first place, but somehow getting this kind of confirmation sends the butterflies in her stomach on a frenzy.
cheeks flushed, she chugs half of her beer down in one go and sets it down on the table with a resolute thud. liquid courage, goooooo. she leans towards him, settling a small hand just above his knee. ]
I think if I don't kiss you soon, I'm gonna explode.
[ The dress is such a feast to the senses that Jet isn't sure where to look first; steadfastly, he kept eye contact regardless of how perfect her tits looked, or how lacking her slender waist appears without one of his hands anchored to it. It's downright unfair how just a simple sundress enhances the already obvious beauty before him to a degree that Jet feels as if he needs to touch her. He never quite noticed the mole by her soft lips until now, nor her voluptuousness. Young women were truly built different nowadays...
Jet follows Hannah to the couch, slumping against the armrest and placing the bag and beer can on the table. He's a habitual man-spreader, but tries not to take up too much leg room. ]
...
[ She was... laughing? At him? Was that a good thing? Jet hides his bewilderment by cracking open his beer and taking a few gulps to take the edge off what he perceived as a moment of stupidity on his end. He definitely could've been smoother about it. But he could tell it didn't exactly ruin his chances of getting laid this evening. He'd never understand women; the younger they were, the harder to read they became. That flustered look on her face was cute as hell, though.
Oh, her hand is on his leg. She wants to kiss him. Oh. ]
Wouldn't want that, would we? [ He, too, leans forward; one hand coming to her chin, thumb ghosting across her bottom lip — the other testing the waters, delving under her sundress to lay claim to her thigh. ] I'm right here.
[ the dress is a far cry from the blouses, pencil skirts and cardigans she often haunted the office in, so it's no wonder jet is a little taken aback by the fresh look it gives her. it helps they're not both under the harsh fluorescent light either, the cozy golden lamps in her apartment helping to further soften all the skin on display. despite the flustered look on her, the almost shy way she peeks up through her dark lashes just to gaze up at him, when he puts his hands on her, she doesn't shy away from it. in fact, she leans further into it, sliding her leg up into the small space between them to encourage her skirt (and his hand) to travel even further up along her thigh.
the thumb along her lip gets equal attention, drawn in just slightly that her tongue brushes against it with a sigh. ]
Yeah... [ he's right here, in the flesh, strong and sturdy and radiating heat and jesus christ she's only just barely touched him. ] To be honest, I'm still not sure how that happened.
[ but she's not going to bother pinching herself, in case this is all some wild wet dream. she leans in, seeking his lips out with hers — and belatedly she realizes the difference in their size, how she has to really really reach up and almost pick herself up off her seat just to get to him. she hooks a hand along his shoulder for leverage, the other falling over his chest, pressing firm to the muscles there. ]
[ Honestly, Jet could wax poetic about Hannah's nigh unearthly beauty in her office wear, too. It wasn't like he hadn't looked at her during his working hours; he'd be lying if he said he hasn't caught himself staring at her without realizing — and part of Jet wondered if she had seen him doing so. This was falling into place all too quickly, too perfectly, that Jet questioned if this was deliberate on her part, and if she had fed upon his desperation to get him there. Leave it to him to be suspicious, even when he had ran in blindly, distracted by his desire for her. There was no doubt in his mind about that; regardless of what Hannah wore, or how the lighting in her living room better flattered her already supple, unblemished complexion… Jet has been jonesin' despite this being the first time he'd taste her.
But he accepted that this went beyond premeditated and was simply a coincidence of two lonely people who just so happened to be each other's type. A thrill goes through him; her lips so soft, her tongue… ] Me neither. [ A beat. ] Let's figure it out together, then.
[ It is when she pulls in to kiss him that is his turn to laugh; a short bark of a chuckle that his smothered into her lips when he leans in to meet Hannah halfway. Jet draws her closer, settling Hannah on his knee with all the effort of picking up something that weighed nothing. He lets her feel; the muscle underneath his shirt all too defined — he might be closing in on his forties, but Jet Black did nothing in halves. His lips quickly delved south of hers, drifting downward in no hurry, marveling at her softness that makes Jet feel drunk on her already.
All the while, the hand on her knee drifts up with a stark contrast on purpose, the warmth between her thighs a calling card he couldn't refuse. With ease, his fingers — calloused, big — splay open her legs just enough to get at the junction there. ] Lingerie, too? How thoughtful… such a sweet girl to me, Hannah.
[ …Seems he dropped all pretenses about her name now. ]
[ were she only ever smooth enough to orchestrate this entire thing... she'd probably be a certified genius. but, no, she is nothing if just an extremely lucky woman who happened to have won the karmic jackpot (maybe she was a saint in a past life) because to go from shamelessly thirsting over this man via text to now having said man kissing her neck and caressing her under her skirt is the kind of stuff high end adult films are made out of. (she might have pinched herself a couple of times before he arrived, it's fine.)
she might have briefly mourned not having his lips to keep hers busy with, if only because now she's left unable to filter all the soft gasps and moans each of his kisses and touches draw out of her. she'd feel a little embarrassed, if her obvious arousal wasn't also apparently doing it for him too.
he'd just called her a sweet girl, but god does she want to be a good girl for him too. ]
I-It's not much.... [ it's the most expensive thing she owns, but that really isn't saying much. ] Do you — I could mmhn show it to you if, if you want... [ but that would involve her getting up and out of the circle of his arms, wouldn't it? and why would either of them want to do that, when his fingers feel so good brushing up against her, causing her hips to buck up into his touch, bringing her closer still. ]
[ Jet's good at many things, but by no means is he even a decent kisser. He always felt like he needed to be doing something else; a woman's body had so many sensitive spots that he couldn't just focus on her lips. He always tries (and fails, usually spectacularly) to pace himself, to ride the wave of arousal surging through them both and properly toe the line between sex and foreplay… but her body, touching her body, already has this straight-laced man feining. It's been so damn long that his jeans already felt tight, having reacted to the kiss by immediately getting a hard-on.
He wasn't to blame — but the knowledge that Hannah had dressed up for him, and the temptation to acquiesce to her breathy suggestion only furthers the hunger he has. It would be cute to have her show off for him; Jet almost considers it — but then that would mean he'd have to let her go. ]
No. [ He pulls Hannah in closer; from sitting on his knee like a good girl to in his lap. Wordlessly, Jet's free hand grips the skirt of her dress, bundling up the hem tightly and lifting it for the grand reveal of those black, lacy panties — might as well be a thong for how much her curves swallow up the fabric, leaving little for Jet to imagine what was underneath. ] I've got a good view right here.
[ His words, curt and leaving little room for debate, rumble between the crook of her neck. With one hand still splayed out between Hannah's thighs, it now was more obvious than ever what exactly Jet was about to do. Jet's good at many things, like fingering women. ] Lay back against my chest, mmhm… good girl. Just relax, sweetheart. No need to do any work; you do that enough. [ Intuition told Jet that she'd react well to praise and being coached through it. A hardworking woman like Hannah would enjoy being pampered a little. ]
[ jet's good at many things, like knowing exactly the right buttons to push (figuratively and literally) to get hannah melting into a puddle of heat all across his lap. how perfectly he's clocked her desire for her hard work to be acknowledged; though they're far from a work setting at the moment (though isn't that a dizzying thought on its own), the sentiment still stands, and the keening little mewl hannah makes upon being lavished by that recognition and praise is proof enough jet's hit his mark.
there really isn't much she needs to do at this point. jet's maneuvered her so easily she went from sitting beside him to sitting astride him in what feels like seconds. her generous breasts heave and threaten to spill out of the low cut of her sundress as she arches up against his chest, head falling back along a broad, muscled shoulder. he's like heated steel beneath her, all warmth and solid, keeping her grounded while his rumbling words and probing fingers take her sky-high.
dimly, there's a part of her that feels this isn't right. it's too unbalanced, isn't it? she can feel how hard he is for her, pressing right up against the cleft of her cheeks, insistent, but here she is doing little more than throw a hand back to grasp at the back of his neck for leverage, hips bucking and squirming the more those thick, calloused fingers discover how wet she's already gotten for him. what a sight she must make, shameless and wanton, her skirt hiked up, her legs spread wide, black lace tugged to the side to showcase dripping slick. ]
Jet, [ she breathes. she hasn't got the words like he does, so syllables just trip over her tongue. her free hand's reached down to grip at his wrist, desperate. ] Please, please...
[ Its almost frightening how quickly everything fell into place. Their initial awkwardness had hardly ruined any chances either had to get to where they were now because they both knew this hunger went deeper. Loneliness, coupled with mere happenstance was the gasoline to the wildfire of lust that gripped the both of them. And with such ease, too. Jet was breathless with impatience, mouth dry with want, that desperate little mewl making him shudder beneath her — he can't help but think this is bad because he placed the box of condoms out of immediate reach, so unless he wanted to break the spell over the moment, he'd have to wait. He wants her now, though; it's killing him.
How easy it'd be to pull out his dick and press into that wet heat, so tantalizingly close, yet barred from him. He could fuck her raw and feel bad about it later.
'Later,' he thought. 'Soon.'
Fortunately, he has much more titillating distractions: her breasts, for one; her body undulating, arching giving Jet a glorious view of them oh-so close to spilling out her dress. Insistently he bucks his hips, desperate for the friction to keep him sane. With her hand precariously balanced on the back of his neck, Jet tugs down Hannah's dress to expose one of those perky, perfect tits. He groans, ] That's it, baby… tell me how you feel. [ Before taking that pert and rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking like a man starved. ]
[ He likes when a woman shows how much she wants him; there's nothing shameful about pleasure. Being thirsty only endeared Hannah to him, made him in turn want her to the point of begging, but no need for pleas when he was ready to please. Two fingers rub over her slit, gentle at first to ease her into the sensation, spreading her open nice and slow while his middle finger sharply pushes in — and Jet moans, in spite of himself, sucking all the more harder on the sweet bundle of nerves to keep himself from cumming in his pants like an idiot. He releases her nipple momentarily to lap up his saliva, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the breast he was hyperfixated on. ]
How many fingers do you think you can take, huh? One, two, three? Maybe? You're so damn tight 'round just one… gotta stretch you out, baby. My, fuck, my dick won't fit at this rate.
[ condoms... right, condoms.... truthfully they're a distant thought in hannah's mind. she normally wouldn't be so impulsive, let alone reckless, but she dares anyone to try thinking straight with that thick finger working its way into her cunt, doing a valiant effort to stretch her out despite the way she clamps down around him and squeezes. ]
I f— I feel— [ he wants her to think when all this is happening? he wants her to talk? a desperate moan escapes her instead when he gets his mouth around a pert nipple, sending a jolt of electricity that has her shuddering against him in violent little tremors. ]
Fuck, Jet—!
[ they've barely even started. they've barely even started, and yet she's so strung up she'll be coming from a single finger at this rate. another little laugh escapes her — light, almost delirious. she hasn't yet seen him, barely even felt him past the desperate grinding of her ass, but she knows his assertion is neither bluster nor bluffing. if he's at all proportionate, it's going to be a majorly tight fit — but rather than feel daunted, hannah thinks she gets even wetter at the very thought of it which... frankly, is only all the more helpful, right? she doesn't even have time to be embarrassed. ]
I don't care, [ not quite begging, but god she may as well have been. her fingernails dig into the taut muscle at the back of his neck, the only thing keeping her anchored at this point. her other hand, a vice grip around his wrist, simultaneously trying to shove his hand closer and pull it away, like she can't quite decide if she wants to explode yet or not. ] I don't care if it hurts, I don't care, Jet, please, I need it.
[ With the way her pussy was squeezing 'round his middle finger… those magnums were not going to see the light of day. Jet, too, is not normally this reckless; he likes control, but his other head was in the driver's seat. So he was sorely lacking in self-restraint at that moment.
If anything, he'd be more pissed about the waste of money; condoms are expensive nowadays. But that's for later. Later, as in after he fills Hannah with so much of his cum he'd ask her to marry him afterwards because there's no Plan B powerful enough to stop what's already started. He doesn't even care. She sounds so fucking good right now, those lilting cries music to his ears, and those little spasms of undulating lust that she can't regulate — all from one finger. ]
I know, baby. I know. Such a good girl for me. [ In the wake of one particularly harsh love-bite, Jet leaves the mark of his teeth on her breast, kissing it, knowing it would bruise. Her laughter tumbling from her lips almost sounds resigned to her fate. That regardless of the amount of fingers he fucked her with, no matter how slick her tight snatch became, it wouldn't fit unless he made it fit. From her grip on his wrist, it's obvious she doesn't even know what she wants; but she needs him. ] T-that's, that's it- let me know how you feel.
[ Jet's free hand fumbles with his zipper, his erection making it difficult to pull down. After a few seconds, Jet succeeds, fishing out his cock from his boxer briefs with a sigh. The sight is just as expected: proportional to his body, and as thick as his wrist. He lets Hannah take it all in, chuckling as he slowly excavated his middle finger, drenched to the knuckle in slick. ]
You can do whatever you want with this. [ Teasingly, Jet slaps the base against her slit, gritting his teeth at how the sensation makes his dick visibly throb in anticipation. ] Fuckin' hell- I'm gonna put it in, baby. Be still, don't run from it.
[ He knows she said she doesn't care if it hurts, but never is it his intention to hurt her. Jet holds her tight against his chest — she could squirm, but moving away would be impossible — while he grips his shaft and nudged the tip in, groaning deep as he's met with immediate resistance. Jet laughs breathily, ] Vice tight. Probably needed a second finger, huh? [ He pulls out, tries again, eyes squeezed shut in concentration and a fist around his dick. With another throaty groan, he feels that tight, tight heat envelop him. ] Fuck—!
[ funnily enough, they have that in common too: a practical frugality that would find her mourning the loss of money spent, but she is at least a dedicated problem-solver, and were her mind and body not currently preoccupied she would have already come up with several ways to put those magnums to good use. (not here, in her home, where a shower or a bath is readily available, but elsewhere where clean up would be less likely — like a storage closet in an office building, or the back of a cab with its partition fully rolled up. for example.)
anyway, now is hardly the time. the second he draws himself loose, the instant her eyes flutter open (when had she closed them??) and she takes in all that is wonderfully and profoundly him, she knows nothing would satisfy her in that moment unless she took him in as is: raw, unfiltered, filling her up and them some while her body sung him praises. ]
Oh fuck, [ is all she could manage, choking on that last syllable when he slaps that thick cock against her swollen folds. the wet sound is sweetly obscene, almost taking attention from the way she trembles in response. this is how it's meant to be: dirty and hurried, with their clothes half-undone and hanging off of them, his jeans stuck around his hips, her lingerie shoved aside because waiting is for suckers. ]
Oh god—
[ half a moan, half a growl. she feels that thick cockhead breach past her entrance and she swears she hears the choir burst into song in her head. but then he pulls himself out and she's left whining, near-sobbing, ] Oh don't, no, [ only for him to go again and yes, fuck yes, that's it, that's just what she needs—
he gets about halfway in when suddenly she tightens even further, convulsing as she comes so suddenly it rips the breath right out of her. ]
[ He thinks, briefly, is that maybe it was a mistake to move this fast, because it feels good. It feels too good, really, the way she grips him, and the first thing Jet feels is a tautness in the pit of his stomach suddenly break; all his restraint, every bit of his inhibitions, gone just from tight she was. He couldn't possibly muffle the gutteral groan that reverberates through his chest as she cums, and cums to fucking pieces around him. It's only by the skin of his teeth — and his dogged stubbornness — that he doesn't cum right with her. He's not even halfway in, he hadn't even taken off his work boots (which, in hindsight, was very impolite of him), and here he was, panting like a damn dog; holding onto her like if he let go he might just blow.
Her begging ignites a fire in him, synapses of pleasure shooting up his spine; he has to focus. His arm around her waist tighten its grip as his first thrust has the crown of his cock spread her open obscenely wide — she's wet as can be, but so unbelievably tight it forces Jet to pause, teeth grit as he hisses out between them: ]
Fffuck.
[ His hips finally push up with their entire weight, sucking in a breath through his teeth, his cock buried inside her to the very hilt in one single stroke, grinding his length inside her as if insisting that he could reach even deeper if tried again. He remains like this for a few moments, bracing his free hand on an armrest. When he finally moves, his rhythm is slow but heavy. His hips retreat until he's pulled himself out more than halfway, only to spear into her enough force to clap against Hannah's thighs. Jet has called on all his strength to hold back and concentrate on the motion, sending the sharp, wet staccato of their bodies meeting through the living room. Each time he's balls deep he grinds his hips into her, another groan tumbling out his open mouth. ]
… I'm gonna cum inside. [ He warns her, ] beg for it.
[ He might just be pushing his luck, but it's her moans; Hannah's sweet voice, how it raises from a shrill whine to a desperate, sobbing whimper, that was really getting him off. Jet can't resist, latching his mouth on her nipple again, sucking in tandem with his thrusts — deep, long strokes making a mess out of his jeans with how she's gushing around him. ]
[ in the aftermath of it all, hannah is left feeling a lightheaded sort of bonelessness that has her floating somewhere between earth and the abyss. this out-of-body experience lasts for all of two seconds before jet moves again, and it is only then that hannah realizes (with a sort of wide-eyed, mouth agape expression that seems almost caricature) that he hadn't even been anywhere near fully seated inside her. it draws a brief, delirious laugh bubbling out of her lips, but she has barely any time to even properly react or process this before he's well and truly fucking her in earnest. it's a wonder she doesn't come again on the spot; but it's likely her body can't even fully process what's happening, because it's all happening so much, so fast. her senses are overwhelmed, and she's reduces to little more than the occasional jerk of her hips in a feeble attempt to match his vigor. she hopes he'll forgive her for "tapping out" so quickly; it's hardly a reflection of any lack of interest; indeed, even with all that's going on, her hunger for him only grows. where her body falls back in energy, her mouth makes up for in wanton moans and encouraging mewls that fill up the small space of her apartment. when he warns her, she doesn't hesitate to speak up like he wants her to. ]
Please. [ he barely finishes telling her to beg for it before the pleas already come spilling from her mouth, interspersed between breathless gasps that echo the staccato of her heart. ] Please, oh please — fill me up, I want it so bad.
[ they've already made a big mess of her panties, the front of his jeans. what's a little more? her thighs — still quivering from her previous orgasm — fight to remain open despite how hungry she is for his seed. with his fat cock shoved deep inside her and his mouth and teeth working on her sensitive breast, she's lucky she can even string together some sensible words. still, she refuses to let him do all the work, and so she musters up what strength she has to plant her feet on the couch on either side of him, gaining enough leverage that she can bounce herself up and down along his throbbing length. he spreads her so wide, his size truly remarkable, but it's much easier to move now with how wet he's made her. deliriously, she wonders what even more they could do, once his spend joins her own. ]
[ He bites his lip as he shoves his length as deep inside her as he can — as much as her tight pussy can take — then loudly sucks in air as he slowly pulls out far enough for the crown of his cock to brush against her folds; then again, and again, until his hips move entirely on instinct and she's bouncing in his lap. The sounds made between their legs is so loud in his ears, noisy, sloppy, vulgar, intermixed with Hannah's delirious moans that have at this point reached a pitch of sniveling desperation that let's Jet know he's doing his damn job just right, and doing it well; hitting all those spots that coaxed out cries that bordered on rapture. He, too, was in heaven, the kind where absolutely nothing was on his brain but the singular focus of achieving an orgasm so intense he might have to tap out afterwards himself.
Her fucking voice; so angelic, so slutty, her needy pleas for mercy just add more fuel to the raging fire of his desire. For the moment they fall upon deaf ears; he's too busy fucking her all the more harder, his pace losing all rhythm, no love, none of his previous hesitancy about hurting her if he lost control — all lust and need and frenzied, brutal. She's a sight for sore eyes as she takes him, maneuvering her body to properly ride his dick while he jackhammered mindlessly into her sweet pussy. His fingers clutch the armrest; his toes curl in his boots.
He can feel her moans down to how her pussy clenches tighter around him. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back because he's ready to cum. ]
That's it, [ his breath is hot and hissed through gritted teeth, each thrust a herculean labor: to the base of his pelvis hilted so deep, only to pull out while her walls weep to lose a single inch, and spearing in harshly. Again, again, again until— ] fucking take it!
[ No sooner does he growl out the announcement does Jet grab her by the hips with one hand, forcing her down 'til every inch was sheathed in her tight cunt, white and stars flashing in a dizzying kaleidoscopic array in his vision as he came. His mouth falls open, a throaty groan of pure relief tumbling out; his other hand adroitly finding its way between her legs, two fingers rubbing her clit; even while in the midst of his own orgasm, he wants to see if he can make her cum again. Rope after generous rope of his seed, filling her and trickling out when no room was left to paint her walls white. ]
[ hannah had been working middle-management for as long as she's been in the work force. as such, she is both used to and absolutely detests being told what to do, especially from older men, but when they tell you context is everything...
the sound of jet commanding her to take his seed does more for her libido than those rough fingers mercilessly rubbing against her clit — though the effects of the latter should not and cannot be understated, because holy-fucking-shit. she's hit by the overwhelming force of a second orgasm, tearing a sharp cry from her lips as she convulses and writhes around his pulsating cock. there's absolutely no way the dripping mess staining her inner thighs and pooling at jet's lap can be distinguished between her cum and his own.
seconds pass and hannah is left a whimpering, near-sobbing mess herself, her body boneless but trembling with intermittent tremors that leave her a dead weight against him. her eyes are wide, staring without seeing at her ceiling, mouth agape on the occasional shallow breath. she's had some pretty earth-shattering orgasms before (all thanks to the myriad of toys she keeps neatly tucked in an old shoe box beneath her bed) but nothing has ever compared to this... she can't help but wonder if every time will be like this.
the very thought makes her feel dizzy with a deep, pulsing want. ]
I...
[ what words does she even have? what can she possibly follow up with that wouldn't sound incredibly silly. "thanks for fucking me to the end of my life, can we do it again in two minutes?" get yourself together, girl. ]
Wow.
[ apparently she can't even manage more than a single syllable. please try again in a couple of minutes. ]
[ This isn't the first time Jet's had a pretty damn intense orgasm — hell, he's shot some seriously brain-frying loads with only his right hand as company before, but goddamn, this one in particular took first place in "cumming so hard he goes cross-eyed."
It's been a while, too; at least a year, to be exact, and maybe the dry spell he's been under made cumming inside Hannah, raw and without care, made a helluva difference. Or maybe, something that Jet definitely considers, is that this woman was just that fucking good. He's pretty sure he came in record time, too. Embarrassing, but unsurprising; a condom would've helped him last longer.
But at the end of the day: mission accomplished; he's gotten Hannah to squirt all over his pants and his dick twice in less than — he glances at his dollar store wrist watch — five minutes. While she gathers her wits, Jet takes slow, shallow breaths, pressing appreciative kisses on her neck and shoulder. He might be something of a quick-shot, but he recovers quickly; many people say your thirties is just the better half of your twenties, and there was no better living proof than Jet Black because his libido had probably only increased with time.
…All the more proof is that despite having came, his cock was still hard. Blinking stars from his vision, Jet chuckles at her words, or well, how she is bereft of them. ]
Mmhm. [ Jet nuzzles into the side of her neck, his beard brushing against her soft skin as he speaks against it: ] You felt amazing, baby. Let's get cleaned up eh? Can you stand? We'll go to your room after.
[ There it was: the subtle insinuation that there was more of what Hannah craved. After all, it was still the early afternoon — plenty of daylight and furniture to be screwed on. Jet never half-assed anything; she wanted him, so she'd damn well get all of him and then some. ]
[ it takes her a handful of seconds, but eventually her wits and her words come back to her. along with that comes the awareness of her body, or rather — the part of his body still inside here, and how very, very stiff it still feels.
dear god.
the very thought has her shuddering in anticipation, but hopefully he can consider it just residual shocks from her orgasm. best not to look too eager, maybe? he seems as into her as she is in him but hannah has been so out of the game she doesn't know what's "allowed" these days or not. is she supposed to act more coy? play hard to get?? or should she throw herself at him like she feels and just hope for the best? all this back and forth in her mind, she doesn't realize how her body tenses up from it, clenching tight around him as a result. ]
Y-Yeah, I can.
[ right, standing. walking, even, as she gestures towards her bathroom just a little down the hall. she honestly doesn't know if she can manage it but she knows she damn well will force herself to because if he carries her there she will actually lose her goddamn mind.
it's shaky goings at first, and a lot of embarrassed fussing over her clothing. it seems silly to cover herself back up if they're about to get cleaned up together, but then again walking those few steps with her tit hanging out and her skirt rumpled up around her hips seems a shame she cannot bear right now.
when they get to the bathroom, he'll find it's filled with the faint florally perfume he'd smelled on her earlier. of course, now she smells of sweat and spunk, but that'll be addressed soon...
standing in that small room with him, it's made all the more obvious his breadth. his size. the two of them barely fit, and she's sure it'll still be the same issue when they step into her shower. another little laugh. ]
Help me get undressed?
[ will she even be able to reach behind and unzip her dress without bumping into him? ]
[ It takes time for her to recover from not one, but two, orgasms; not that Jet minds, busying himself kissing her neck, her shoulder, murmuring soft praises of "good girl" and "that was amazing" under his breath, holding her loosely in his arms. Mentally, Jet pats himself on the back; pleasuring a woman was something worth being proud of, after all.
After a few passing moments, she had not yet moved; her pussy still gripping him in such a way that made Jet groan softly in her ear… he had half a mind to start fucking her again, as tight and hot and wet as Hannah felt. If he had it his way now, they'd never leave the couch. She was just too damn cute, shaking and shuddering, her body begging for him.
But she gets up, stumblingly, her dress rumpled, her panties hanging halfway off her hips, one of her tits out of the top — how gorgeous she looks has Jet following her like a man mesmerized, only to me mildly disappointed when she fixes herself up before they reach their destination.
The bathroom's small; the both of them can barely fit inside of it, so Jet positions himself halfway standing in the doorway, greeted by the bright florals of sweet perfume. She looks even better disheveled, with his cum trickling down her inner thigh; though that's probably the lust talking. Jet goes back to kissing her neck, letting out a mmhm in acquiesce as he pulls down the zipper. ]
Mmn… shower, then I'll order something to eat, eh? What're you hungry for?
[ His dick has finally gone soft, but the size hadn't diminished in the slightest. She's feel it twitching from budding new arousal (though to say it ever left to begin with would be a lie) as he tugged the dress down to the floor. ]
[ that's normally what happens during evening dates. even though they skipped all the other formalities and went straight into fucking. now that there's a sort of lull, there's almost like an uncertainty about which way they should swing — continue down the extreme of fucking like animals, or slip into something a little more like proper courtship.
well. hannah knows what she wants, and she thinks he knows what he does too, judging by the faint twitching she can feel against her rear.
with her dress pooling around her feet, she's left in just that thin slip of panty and bra. the latter easily unhooked and discarded, and the former... she decides to test something, making slow work of bending over to remove it. purposefully pressing her round ass back against his cock, wondering if the sight and the faint friction would be enough to get him stiffening up again. ]
Honestly, I think I'm in the mood for something... really filling.
[ she's got his cum leaking out of her, staining her thighs, and here she is trying for another load in less than ten minutes. is it desperate? maybe. but maybe it can be sexy, too. ]
[ Normally, Jet's pretty by the book; even booty calls are not safe from his usually chivalrous need for formalities. And yet it had all been ignored; Hannah had made it virtually impossible to keep a level head around her. Case in point: his dick, now throbbing, begged for attention and acknowledgement after only a few passing, graceless moments of Jet's palms squabbling for purchase on her body now fully revealed to him and his hands.
First on her hips, then both in tandem smooth up to her breasts once Hannah discards her excuse of a bra; his fingers steeple into the soft flesh, squeezing unconsciously; he presses up against her, now flush and his cock trapped against her ass. He mutters "fuck" under his breath, resisting the sudden, animalistic urge to start dry humping like a dog between her thighs. His hands wax and wane over her tits, kneading them even as she makes a show of bending over. ]
Y- Yeah? I'm sure you've got an idea on what you want, [ Jet likes desperate. He likes the sight of her bent over, his dick perfectly nestled between her ass and thighs, the stark contrast of his girthy erection, pre-cum pooling at the tip, and her soft body was certainly not without its appeal. Jet admires her; knowing just how to get what she wants without directly saying it, though there is something fucking sexy about asking for it, too. He no longer resists: slowly rocking his hips for more friction, more heat, more of her. ] but I dunno… you have to show me.
[ He could put it in right then and there, and Het has half a mind to, but only she knows what she wants. It'd be sexier for her to put him in; slower this time, he'd fill her up and then some. ]
[ glancing over her shoulder, she can see the filthy way he eats her up. the way his eyes rake over every curve of her body is like a straight shot of adrenaline, making her heart beat wildly against her chest, where his hands still paw at her just like she likes. coyly, she reaches down between her legs, fingertips grazing over his leaking cockhead. unable to help herself, she spares a few seconds teasing him there, dragging the tip of a finger over the precum that beads there, smearing. ]
I want... your thick cock to fill me up with another load.
[ as she angles herself better, she starts to finally guide his throbbing dick towards her still-sopping wet entrance. at the first nudge of intrusion, she flashes him a mischievous grin. ]
Then maybe sushi?
[ kind of criminal of her to end on a light, innocent note like that, obviously meant to tease him. but she winds up eating her own words, because it's not even an entire second later that the head of his cock presses into her, spreading her cunt lips wide as she slowly accommodates every inch. choking on her breath, she has to quickly reach for the opposite wall just so she can have something to hold onto and steady herself. how is it her body has already forgotten the sheer size of him, or was she just feeling too cocky? maybe too hungry for him, to remember she should take her time.
biting down on her lip, one hand fumbles with the taps of her shower (remembering the real reason they even came in here in the first place); that first blast of cold water right before it shifts to something more palatable rips a sharp gasp right out of her, just as she fully seats herself on his cock, her round ass pressed flushed against his hips. give her a second to adjust to the size of him again, this new angle leaving her knees a little weak. but never let it be said she isn't a go-getter, because seconds later she'll start moving her hips over the full length of him, until she's well and truly fucking herself on his cock. ]
[ She looks so damn good like this. Well, she definitely looked perfect in any position; this Jet was already sure of. But there's something about the coy glance she's giving him over her shoulder, the perfect arch in her back, the way her ass is so soft, yet firm in the way only a young woman could possess such suppleness, that makes him want to fuck her cross-eyed. Her body is sex.
Jet goes rigid slightly as her fingers graze over the sensitive cockhead, coming away sticky with precum after teasing the glans and milking out a few more thicker droplets. He has to resist the trying desire to buck his hips into the sensation in a pathetic attempt to penetrate. He knows Hannah will do that for him soon enough. He wants to tell her how fucking sexy she is, that they should have been doing this since his first day on the job; the moment he locked eyes on her, he should have been brave enough to take her for himself… but he's enraptured, wordless awe written plainly on his face as she speaks, teasing him that was both innocent and minx-like that seals his fate in kind.
Jet can only stare back at her, soack-jawed and wholly, completely whipped. He nods once before he is once more enveloped by her; hot and wet, and still oh-so fucking tight that there is a brief resistance trying to fit him in all in one go. But again he's greeted with the sight of her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide around his dick. And Jet can't take his eyes off it. So deep he's not even sure Hannah can accommodate another inch, her body suddenly tensing and making the arch in the small of her back all the more prominent. He let's her have a moment to recollect herself, resting both hands on her ass. ]
Goddamn… [ His voice is a deep, satisfied rumble the comes more from his chest than his throat. The cold jolt of water is barely acknowledged (he's insane enough to take ice baths after a particularly intense workout), his attention solely on Hannah and her tight little pussy, and how after a few moments to recover from the ordeal and regain her confidence, she's working him over with it; fucking herself on his dick as the water's now palatable warmth drenches them both. ] Good fucking girl.
[ The shower is an incessant droning noise that Jet eventually blocks out entirely, his ears hyperfixated on the sound of her pussy easing him in and working him out, how when his cock is sheathed completely to the base her ass smacks against him. Jet uses his thumbs to spread her asscheeks to get a better view, groaning all the while. He'd start fucking her ragged soon enough, but this was nice, being pampered a bit. ]
That's it… needy girl, you're so tight on it. Don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere. [ Jet gives one asscheek an experimental yet sharp slap, wanting to see how receptive she'd be to it while goading her to move those hips faster. ] C'mon, show me, fuck, show me how much you want this dick.
[ each filthy word, each groan — it settles deep into the molten heat of hannah's gut, currently being churned and ripped to shreds by the sheer size and weight of jet's dick, all making for a tumultuous storm of sensation that would honestly threaten to overstimulate hannah... were it not for the fact this is ex-fucking-actly what she needs.
it's a little embarrassing, isn't it? how desperate she is for him already. after already having her literal fill. shouldn't she be playing coy? shouldn't she show some modicum of restraint?
that all seems a feat far above her abilities as a regular human when he starts to really goad her on. the way he holds her hips to encourage her movements, but keeps his own a steady base she can fuck back into to her heart's content — how is she supposed to hold back, against all that? how could anyone?
the force of his slap ripples over the supple flesh of her ass, drawing out a sharp moan of approval before she can even think about it. that's the thing, though — with each shove of her hips, she's really gone past the point of thinking, deep in her lust and hunger that she is no longer victim to her terrible habit of overanalyzing and second-guessing. all she is now is pure feeling, pure desire, clenching tight around his cock that tells him exactly how much she enjoyed that slap, how much she'd like even to cum to it, being treated like the good little cockslut she is. fuck holding back. ]
I want it... fuck, Jet, I want it so bad, please—
[ she plants her palms flat on the tiled wall before her. the shower is a distant thing now, when all she can think about is the feeling of his cock spread her wide now that she's settled into a feverish rhythm just bouncing herself on his dick. the sounds of wet flesh slapping against one another is only marginally drowned out by her own needy little voice, keening for him. ]
I need it, need your big fucking cock right in this tight little pussy, oh — [ she's up on her tiptoes, angling herself so each time he spears right up against that sweet spot inside of her. ] Fuck, fuck you're gonna make me cum again, yes—
[ It goes without saying that Jet loves this side of Hannah: the wild, unhinged, desperate Hannah; sinfully horny, needy little Hannah An who's always holding back and can't help herself because it feels too fucking good, and God, is it wrong to want to feel good? Even now, resisting the overwhelming urge to fuck her into a boneless, sloppy heap reminisce of their first-time on the couch, Jet knows this wasn't for him. And so he stays his hand, so to speak — realizing this sex-starved office woman really, really needed this.
But goddamn, is it hard, damn near impossible, to hold himself back when she's showing him every reason he should do the exact opposite. Each frantic buck of her hips is into a solid wall, the taut and unyielding musculature easy for her ass to bounce off of, the steady stream of water from above rippling appealingly from the supple flesh. The repetitive slap of her ass against his hip ringing in his ears like a standing ovation to the cock breaking her in.
And fuck if she's not tight, enveloping him in a grip that begs him not to leave, but weeps when she pulls off; gushing around him to the point Jet thought Hannah had already came from how dripping wet her pussy already was from just fucking herself on his dick. She tightens up, too, forcing out a low groan from him — oh, she loved that. Unfortunately, holding back as much as he is, Jet feels as if he deserves to be a little bit cruel. ]
Look at me. [ Not a suggestion, but a fucking command as he held her by her waist, staunching the frenzied riding with a firm grip, but not before having sheathed himself balls-deep inside her tight little pussy. He says after leaning in, so close that his beard scrapes the skin of her cheek, his voice a rumbling, almost animalistic growl against her ear. He may have ceased her thrusting, but his hips grind against her rear, gyrating in circles so that he can stir up her insides with his dick. ] —Good girl. Now cum.
[ Then, with all the fury of a man who knows his own strength, he brings the flat of his palm crashing down in a stinging smack that immediately blooms red in the shape of his hand. ]
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had she even more forethought, she might have sent him a hotel or something instead but — hell, who has that kind of money anyway? her own apartment is modest, a one bedroom with all the necessary fixins, but it's also kind of a mess because good god when was the last time she had anyone over that wasn't a girlfriend or coworker commiserating over a couple of beers and friend chicken??
reason #1 for the twenty minutes: clean the shit out of her apartment in lightning speed. she manages this by stuffing a lot of her laundry in the closet and tossing anything else just lying around into the storage of her ottoman, which gives her just enough time for reason #2: shower and primp. shit she should have asked for thirty, but it is what it is. she saves time not bothering with her hair, it's still nice and styled modestly from that day's work anyway, and she remembers last minute to put on her sexiest (and matching!!) pair of lingerie. which honestly isn't really much, just black and lacey, because the last time she had reason for such clothing she was also down a cup size so, you know, adapting with what she has here!!
by the time he arrives she'll manage to calm her nerves and try to remember to be normal. it's fine, it's just a booty call, a dick appointment, it's fine. but just in case he wants some kind of pretense — she's wearing a simple sun dress and set out some beer and snacks... mama an would be proud of her for her hosting skills right now. ]
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By the time he's at her doorstep, Jet glances at his wristwatch and sighs — two minutes early. Once, twice, thrice; he raps his knuckles against the door and waits, a plastic bag of condoms hanging 'round his arm and looking every bit the awkward, nervous fish out of water. It's not like he hasn't done one-night stands before... but after a few months, nigh a year, Jet felt rusty.
At least he dressed casually: shirt (that's a little too tight), jeans, and in his "seen better days" work boots. He even bothered to wear cologne! ]
It's Jet.
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C-Come in!
[ she shouts from the couch, before realizing she can go up and open the damn door herself, which she does. she's flushed, both from the hot shower and her own nerves, but no less excited as she pulls the door open and sees what has to be the hottest man she's seen in years. standing here, at her doorstep, for her.
she stands aside, making room for him to walk in, belatedly realizing just how large he actually is. oh god. ]
There's, um. Snacks. Drinks. [ hello? is she hosting a middle school party? ] Sorry — I haven't done this in a while.
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But then he realizes that he's still standing in her door like a jackass and hurriedly walks inside, shutting it behind him. ]
Er, yeah. Thanks. I like beer. [ He grabs for a can; no brand in particular. He's sure years of chain-smoking have damaged his ability to comprehend different flavors, so everything tastes damn near the same. ] Nice place. And, uh, it's alright. Me too.
[ Despite commenting on the opulence of her apartment, his eyes are entirely focused on her. In any other scenario, this may be deemed as intimidating. He can only hope his intensity is seen as a genuine interest in her. ]
… Wanna sit down together? [ A beat. ] Or we can just go to you room. I- I brought condoms.
[ He lamely lifts the arm holding the bag, feeling as if what he said might sound too pushy. He's excited — no doubt about that — but he also wants to take this at Hannah's pace. ]
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she thinks maybe they should take it easy, get both their nerves a little settled. she leads them to her couch and reaches for a bottle of beer of her own—
and then he brings up condoms.
the laugh that leaves hannah's mouth when her eyes land on the box of condoms is light, mostly a giggle. despite being "out of the game" for as long as she has, she knows what that black box means — or rather, what size it indicates. it really shouldn't be any surprise to her, being the reason for their conversation leading to this point in the first place, but somehow getting this kind of confirmation sends the butterflies in her stomach on a frenzy.
cheeks flushed, she chugs half of her beer down in one go and sets it down on the table with a resolute thud. liquid courage, goooooo. she leans towards him, settling a small hand just above his knee. ]
I think if I don't kiss you soon, I'm gonna explode.
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Jet follows Hannah to the couch, slumping against the armrest and placing the bag and beer can on the table. He's a habitual man-spreader, but tries not to take up too much leg room. ]
...
[ She was... laughing? At him? Was that a good thing? Jet hides his bewilderment by cracking open his beer and taking a few gulps to take the edge off what he perceived as a moment of stupidity on his end. He definitely could've been smoother about it. But he could tell it didn't exactly ruin his chances of getting laid this evening. He'd never understand women; the younger they were, the harder to read they became. That flustered look on her face was cute as hell, though.
Oh, her hand is on his leg. She wants to kiss him. Oh. ]
Wouldn't want that, would we? [ He, too, leans forward; one hand coming to her chin, thumb ghosting across her bottom lip — the other testing the waters, delving under her sundress to lay claim to her thigh. ] I'm right here.
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the thumb along her lip gets equal attention, drawn in just slightly that her tongue brushes against it with a sigh. ]
Yeah... [ he's right here, in the flesh, strong and sturdy and radiating heat and jesus christ she's only just barely touched him. ] To be honest, I'm still not sure how that happened.
[ but she's not going to bother pinching herself, in case this is all some wild wet dream. she leans in, seeking his lips out with hers — and belatedly she realizes the difference in their size, how she has to really really reach up and almost pick herself up off her seat just to get to him. she hooks a hand along his shoulder for leverage, the other falling over his chest, pressing firm to the muscles there. ]
sorry for the wait! work has had me dead 😔
But he accepted that this went beyond premeditated and was simply a coincidence of two lonely people who just so happened to be each other's type. A thrill goes through him; her lips so soft, her tongue… ] Me neither. [ A beat. ] Let's figure it out together, then.
[ It is when she pulls in to kiss him that is his turn to laugh; a short bark of a chuckle that his smothered into her lips when he leans in to meet Hannah halfway. Jet draws her closer, settling Hannah on his knee with all the effort of picking up something that weighed nothing. He lets her feel; the muscle underneath his shirt all too defined — he might be closing in on his forties, but Jet Black did nothing in halves. His lips quickly delved south of hers, drifting downward in no hurry, marveling at her softness that makes Jet feel drunk on her already.
All the while, the hand on her knee drifts up with a stark contrast on purpose, the warmth between her thighs a calling card he couldn't refuse. With ease, his fingers — calloused, big — splay open her legs just enough to get at the junction there. ] Lingerie, too? How thoughtful… such a sweet girl to me, Hannah.
[ …Seems he dropped all pretenses about her name now. ]
np np! i get it 😔 welcome back!
she might have briefly mourned not having his lips to keep hers busy with, if only because now she's left unable to filter all the soft gasps and moans each of his kisses and touches draw out of her. she'd feel a little embarrassed, if her obvious arousal wasn't also apparently doing it for him too.
he'd just called her a sweet girl, but god does she want to be a good girl for him too. ]
I-It's not much.... [ it's the most expensive thing she owns, but that really isn't saying much. ] Do you — I could mmhn show it to you if, if you want... [ but that would involve her getting up and out of the circle of his arms, wouldn't it? and why would either of them want to do that, when his fingers feel so good brushing up against her, causing her hips to buck up into his touch, bringing her closer still. ]
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He wasn't to blame — but the knowledge that Hannah had dressed up for him, and the temptation to acquiesce to her breathy suggestion only furthers the hunger he has. It would be cute to have her show off for him; Jet almost considers it — but then that would mean he'd have to let her go. ]
No. [ He pulls Hannah in closer; from sitting on his knee like a good girl to in his lap. Wordlessly, Jet's free hand grips the skirt of her dress, bundling up the hem tightly and lifting it for the grand reveal of those black, lacy panties — might as well be a thong for how much her curves swallow up the fabric, leaving little for Jet to imagine what was underneath. ] I've got a good view right here.
[ His words, curt and leaving little room for debate, rumble between the crook of her neck. With one hand still splayed out between Hannah's thighs, it now was more obvious than ever what exactly Jet was about to do. Jet's good at many things, like fingering women. ] Lay back against my chest, mmhm… good girl. Just relax, sweetheart. No need to do any work; you do that enough. [ Intuition told Jet that she'd react well to praise and being coached through it. A hardworking woman like Hannah would enjoy being pampered a little. ]
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[ jet's good at many things, like knowing exactly the right buttons to push (figuratively and literally) to get hannah melting into a puddle of heat all across his lap. how perfectly he's clocked her desire for her hard work to be acknowledged; though they're far from a work setting at the moment (though isn't that a dizzying thought on its own), the sentiment still stands, and the keening little mewl hannah makes upon being lavished by that recognition and praise is proof enough jet's hit his mark.
there really isn't much she needs to do at this point. jet's maneuvered her so easily she went from sitting beside him to sitting astride him in what feels like seconds. her generous breasts heave and threaten to spill out of the low cut of her sundress as she arches up against his chest, head falling back along a broad, muscled shoulder. he's like heated steel beneath her, all warmth and solid, keeping her grounded while his rumbling words and probing fingers take her sky-high.
dimly, there's a part of her that feels this isn't right. it's too unbalanced, isn't it? she can feel how hard he is for her, pressing right up against the cleft of her cheeks, insistent, but here she is doing little more than throw a hand back to grasp at the back of his neck for leverage, hips bucking and squirming the more those thick, calloused fingers discover how wet she's already gotten for him. what a sight she must make, shameless and wanton, her skirt hiked up, her legs spread wide, black lace tugged to the side to showcase dripping slick. ]
Jet, [ she breathes. she hasn't got the words like he does, so syllables just trip over her tongue. her free hand's reached down to grip at his wrist, desperate. ] Please, please...
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How easy it'd be to pull out his dick and press into that wet heat, so tantalizingly close, yet barred from him. He could fuck her raw and feel bad about it later.
'Later,' he thought. 'Soon.'
Fortunately, he has much more titillating distractions: her breasts, for one; her body undulating, arching giving Jet a glorious view of them oh-so close to spilling out her dress. Insistently he bucks his hips, desperate for the friction to keep him sane. With her hand precariously balanced on the back of his neck, Jet tugs down Hannah's dress to expose one of those perky, perfect tits. He groans, ] That's it, baby… tell me how you feel. [ Before taking that pert and rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking like a man starved. ]
[ He likes when a woman shows how much she wants him; there's nothing shameful about pleasure. Being thirsty only endeared Hannah to him, made him in turn want her to the point of begging, but no need for pleas when he was ready to please. Two fingers rub over her slit, gentle at first to ease her into the sensation, spreading her open nice and slow while his middle finger sharply pushes in — and Jet moans, in spite of himself, sucking all the more harder on the sweet bundle of nerves to keep himself from cumming in his pants like an idiot. He releases her nipple momentarily to lap up his saliva, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the breast he was hyperfixated on. ]
How many fingers do you think you can take, huh? One, two, three? Maybe? You're so damn tight 'round just one… gotta stretch you out, baby. My, fuck, my dick won't fit at this rate.
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I f— I feel— [ he wants her to think when all this is happening? he wants her to talk? a desperate moan escapes her instead when he gets his mouth around a pert nipple, sending a jolt of electricity that has her shuddering against him in violent little tremors. ]
Fuck, Jet—!
[ they've barely even started. they've barely even started, and yet she's so strung up she'll be coming from a single finger at this rate. another little laugh escapes her — light, almost delirious. she hasn't yet seen him, barely even felt him past the desperate grinding of her ass, but she knows his assertion is neither bluster nor bluffing. if he's at all proportionate, it's going to be a majorly tight fit — but rather than feel daunted, hannah thinks she gets even wetter at the very thought of it which... frankly, is only all the more helpful, right? she doesn't even have time to be embarrassed. ]
I don't care, [ not quite begging, but god she may as well have been. her fingernails dig into the taut muscle at the back of his neck, the only thing keeping her anchored at this point. her other hand, a vice grip around his wrist, simultaneously trying to shove his hand closer and pull it away, like she can't quite decide if she wants to explode yet or not. ] I don't care if it hurts, I don't care, Jet, please, I need it.
[ i need you. ]
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If anything, he'd be more pissed about the waste of money; condoms are expensive nowadays. But that's for later. Later, as in after he fills Hannah with so much of his cum he'd ask her to marry him afterwards because there's no Plan B powerful enough to stop what's already started. He doesn't even care. She sounds so fucking good right now, those lilting cries music to his ears, and those little spasms of undulating lust that she can't regulate — all from one finger. ]
I know, baby. I know. Such a good girl for me. [ In the wake of one particularly harsh love-bite, Jet leaves the mark of his teeth on her breast, kissing it, knowing it would bruise. Her laughter tumbling from her lips almost sounds resigned to her fate. That regardless of the amount of fingers he fucked her with, no matter how slick her tight snatch became, it wouldn't fit unless he made it fit. From her grip on his wrist, it's obvious she doesn't even know what she wants; but she needs him. ] T-that's, that's it- let me know how you feel.
[ Jet's free hand fumbles with his zipper, his erection making it difficult to pull down. After a few seconds, Jet succeeds, fishing out his cock from his boxer briefs with a sigh. The sight is just as expected: proportional to his body, and as thick as his wrist. He lets Hannah take it all in, chuckling as he slowly excavated his middle finger, drenched to the knuckle in slick. ]
You can do whatever you want with this. [ Teasingly, Jet slaps the base against her slit, gritting his teeth at how the sensation makes his dick visibly throb in anticipation. ] Fuckin' hell- I'm gonna put it in, baby. Be still, don't run from it.
[ He knows she said she doesn't care if it hurts, but never is it his intention to hurt her. Jet holds her tight against his chest — she could squirm, but moving away would be impossible — while he grips his shaft and nudged the tip in, groaning deep as he's met with immediate resistance. Jet laughs breathily, ] Vice tight. Probably needed a second finger, huh? [ He pulls out, tries again, eyes squeezed shut in concentration and a fist around his dick. With another throaty groan, he feels that tight, tight heat envelop him. ] Fuck—!
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anyway, now is hardly the time. the second he draws himself loose, the instant her eyes flutter open (when had she closed them??) and she takes in all that is wonderfully and profoundly him, she knows nothing would satisfy her in that moment unless she took him in as is: raw, unfiltered, filling her up and them some while her body sung him praises. ]
Oh fuck, [ is all she could manage, choking on that last syllable when he slaps that thick cock against her swollen folds. the wet sound is sweetly obscene, almost taking attention from the way she trembles in response. this is how it's meant to be: dirty and hurried, with their clothes half-undone and hanging off of them, his jeans stuck around his hips, her lingerie shoved aside because waiting is for suckers. ]
Oh god—
[ half a moan, half a growl. she feels that thick cockhead breach past her entrance and she swears she hears the choir burst into song in her head. but then he pulls himself out and she's left whining, near-sobbing, ] Oh don't, no, [ only for him to go again and yes, fuck yes, that's it, that's just what she needs—
he gets about halfway in when suddenly she tightens even further, convulsing as she comes so suddenly it rips the breath right out of her. ]
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Her begging ignites a fire in him, synapses of pleasure shooting up his spine; he has to focus. His arm around her waist tighten its grip as his first thrust has the crown of his cock spread her open obscenely wide — she's wet as can be, but so unbelievably tight it forces Jet to pause, teeth grit as he hisses out between them: ]
Fffuck.
[ His hips finally push up with their entire weight, sucking in a breath through his teeth, his cock buried inside her to the very hilt in one single stroke, grinding his length inside her as if insisting that he could reach even deeper if tried again. He remains like this for a few moments, bracing his free hand on an armrest. When he finally moves, his rhythm is slow but heavy. His hips retreat until he's pulled himself out more than halfway, only to spear into her enough force to clap against Hannah's thighs. Jet has called on all his strength to hold back and concentrate on the motion, sending the sharp, wet staccato of their bodies meeting through the living room. Each time he's balls deep he grinds his hips into her, another groan tumbling out his open mouth. ]
… I'm gonna cum inside. [ He warns her, ] beg for it.
[ He might just be pushing his luck, but it's her moans; Hannah's sweet voice, how it raises from a shrill whine to a desperate, sobbing whimper, that was really getting him off. Jet can't resist, latching his mouth on her nipple again, sucking in tandem with his thrusts — deep, long strokes making a mess out of his jeans with how she's gushing around him. ]
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Please. [ he barely finishes telling her to beg for it before the pleas already come spilling from her mouth, interspersed between breathless gasps that echo the staccato of her heart. ] Please, oh please — fill me up, I want it so bad.
[ they've already made a big mess of her panties, the front of his jeans. what's a little more? her thighs — still quivering from her previous orgasm — fight to remain open despite how hungry she is for his seed. with his fat cock shoved deep inside her and his mouth and teeth working on her sensitive breast, she's lucky she can even string together some sensible words. still, she refuses to let him do all the work, and so she musters up what strength she has to plant her feet on the couch on either side of him, gaining enough leverage that she can bounce herself up and down along his throbbing length. he spreads her so wide, his size truly remarkable, but it's much easier to move now with how wet he's made her. deliriously, she wonders what even more they could do, once his spend joins her own. ]
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Her fucking voice; so angelic, so slutty, her needy pleas for mercy just add more fuel to the raging fire of his desire. For the moment they fall upon deaf ears; he's too busy fucking her all the more harder, his pace losing all rhythm, no love, none of his previous hesitancy about hurting her if he lost control — all lust and need and frenzied, brutal. She's a sight for sore eyes as she takes him, maneuvering her body to properly ride his dick while he jackhammered mindlessly into her sweet pussy. His fingers clutch the armrest; his toes curl in his boots.
He can feel her moans down to how her pussy clenches tighter around him. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back because he's ready to cum. ]
That's it, [ his breath is hot and hissed through gritted teeth, each thrust a herculean labor: to the base of his pelvis hilted so deep, only to pull out while her walls weep to lose a single inch, and spearing in harshly. Again, again, again until— ] fucking take it!
[ No sooner does he growl out the announcement does Jet grab her by the hips with one hand, forcing her down 'til every inch was sheathed in her tight cunt, white and stars flashing in a dizzying kaleidoscopic array in his vision as he came. His mouth falls open, a throaty groan of pure relief tumbling out; his other hand adroitly finding its way between her legs, two fingers rubbing her clit; even while in the midst of his own orgasm, he wants to see if he can make her cum again. Rope after generous rope of his seed, filling her and trickling out when no room was left to paint her walls white. ]
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the sound of jet commanding her to take his seed does more for her libido than those rough fingers mercilessly rubbing against her clit — though the effects of the latter should not and cannot be understated, because holy-fucking-shit. she's hit by the overwhelming force of a second orgasm, tearing a sharp cry from her lips as she convulses and writhes around his pulsating cock. there's absolutely no way the dripping mess staining her inner thighs and pooling at jet's lap can be distinguished between her cum and his own.
seconds pass and hannah is left a whimpering, near-sobbing mess herself, her body boneless but trembling with intermittent tremors that leave her a dead weight against him. her eyes are wide, staring without seeing at her ceiling, mouth agape on the occasional shallow breath. she's had some pretty earth-shattering orgasms before (all thanks to the myriad of toys she keeps neatly tucked in an old shoe box beneath her bed) but nothing has ever compared to this... she can't help but wonder if every time will be like this.
the very thought makes her feel dizzy with a deep, pulsing want. ]
I...
[ what words does she even have? what can she possibly follow up with that wouldn't sound incredibly silly. "thanks for fucking me to the end of my life, can we do it again in two minutes?" get yourself together, girl. ]
Wow.
[ apparently she can't even manage more than a single syllable. please try again in a couple of minutes. ]
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It's been a while, too; at least a year, to be exact, and maybe the dry spell he's been under made cumming inside Hannah, raw and without care, made a helluva difference. Or maybe, something that Jet definitely considers, is that this woman was just that fucking good. He's pretty sure he came in record time, too. Embarrassing, but unsurprising; a condom would've helped him last longer.
But at the end of the day: mission accomplished; he's gotten Hannah to squirt all over his pants and his dick twice in less than — he glances at his dollar store wrist watch — five minutes. While she gathers her wits, Jet takes slow, shallow breaths, pressing appreciative kisses on her neck and shoulder. He might be something of a quick-shot, but he recovers quickly; many people say your thirties is just the better half of your twenties, and there was no better living proof than Jet Black because his libido had probably only increased with time.
…All the more proof is that despite having came, his cock was still hard. Blinking stars from his vision, Jet chuckles at her words, or well, how she is bereft of them. ]
Mmhm. [ Jet nuzzles into the side of her neck, his beard brushing against her soft skin as he speaks against it: ] You felt amazing, baby. Let's get cleaned up eh? Can you stand? We'll go to your room after.
[ There it was: the subtle insinuation that there was more of what Hannah craved. After all, it was still the early afternoon — plenty of daylight and furniture to be screwed on. Jet never half-assed anything; she wanted him, so she'd damn well get all of him and then some. ]
🫣 you spoil me
dear god.
the very thought has her shuddering in anticipation, but hopefully he can consider it just residual shocks from her orgasm. best not to look too eager, maybe? he seems as into her as she is in him but hannah has been so out of the game she doesn't know what's "allowed" these days or not. is she supposed to act more coy? play hard to get?? or should she throw herself at him like she feels and just hope for the best? all this back and forth in her mind, she doesn't realize how her body tenses up from it, clenching tight around him as a result. ]
Y-Yeah, I can.
[ right, standing. walking, even, as she gestures towards her bathroom just a little down the hall. she honestly doesn't know if she can manage it but she knows she damn well will force herself to because if he carries her there she will actually lose her goddamn mind.
it's shaky goings at first, and a lot of embarrassed fussing over her clothing. it seems silly to cover herself back up if they're about to get cleaned up together, but then again walking those few steps with her tit hanging out and her skirt rumpled up around her hips seems a shame she cannot bear right now.
when they get to the bathroom, he'll find it's filled with the faint florally perfume he'd smelled on her earlier. of course, now she smells of sweat and spunk, but that'll be addressed soon...
standing in that small room with him, it's made all the more obvious his breadth. his size. the two of them barely fit, and she's sure it'll still be the same issue when they step into her shower. another little laugh. ]
Help me get undressed?
[ will she even be able to reach behind and unzip her dress without bumping into him? ]
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After a few passing moments, she had not yet moved; her pussy still gripping him in such a way that made Jet groan softly in her ear… he had half a mind to start fucking her again, as tight and hot and wet as Hannah felt. If he had it his way now, they'd never leave the couch. She was just too damn cute, shaking and shuddering, her body begging for him.
But she gets up, stumblingly, her dress rumpled, her panties hanging halfway off her hips, one of her tits out of the top — how gorgeous she looks has Jet following her like a man mesmerized, only to me mildly disappointed when she fixes herself up before they reach their destination.
The bathroom's small; the both of them can barely fit inside of it, so Jet positions himself halfway standing in the doorway, greeted by the bright florals of sweet perfume. She looks even better disheveled, with his cum trickling down her inner thigh; though that's probably the lust talking. Jet goes back to kissing her neck, letting out a mmhm in acquiesce as he pulls down the zipper. ]
Mmn… shower, then I'll order something to eat, eh? What're you hungry for?
[ His dick has finally gone soft, but the size hadn't diminished in the slightest. She's feel it twitching from budding new arousal (though to say it ever left to begin with would be a lie) as he tugged the dress down to the floor. ]
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[ that's normally what happens during evening dates. even though they skipped all the other formalities and went straight into fucking. now that there's a sort of lull, there's almost like an uncertainty about which way they should swing — continue down the extreme of fucking like animals, or slip into something a little more like proper courtship.
well. hannah knows what she wants, and she thinks he knows what he does too, judging by the faint twitching she can feel against her rear.
with her dress pooling around her feet, she's left in just that thin slip of panty and bra. the latter easily unhooked and discarded, and the former... she decides to test something, making slow work of bending over to remove it. purposefully pressing her round ass back against his cock, wondering if the sight and the faint friction would be enough to get him stiffening up again. ]
Honestly, I think I'm in the mood for something... really filling.
[ she's got his cum leaking out of her, staining her thighs, and here she is trying for another load in less than ten minutes. is it desperate? maybe. but maybe it can be sexy, too. ]
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First on her hips, then both in tandem smooth up to her breasts once Hannah discards her excuse of a bra; his fingers steeple into the soft flesh, squeezing unconsciously; he presses up against her, now flush and his cock trapped against her ass. He mutters "fuck" under his breath, resisting the sudden, animalistic urge to start dry humping like a dog between her thighs. His hands wax and wane over her tits, kneading them even as she makes a show of bending over. ]
Y- Yeah? I'm sure you've got an idea on what you want, [ Jet likes desperate. He likes the sight of her bent over, his dick perfectly nestled between her ass and thighs, the stark contrast of his girthy erection, pre-cum pooling at the tip, and her soft body was certainly not without its appeal. Jet admires her; knowing just how to get what she wants without directly saying it, though there is something fucking sexy about asking for it, too. He no longer resists: slowly rocking his hips for more friction, more heat, more of her. ] but I dunno… you have to show me.
[ He could put it in right then and there, and Het has half a mind to, but only she knows what she wants. It'd be sexier for her to put him in; slower this time, he'd fill her up and then some. ]
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I want... your thick cock to fill me up with another load.
[ as she angles herself better, she starts to finally guide his throbbing dick towards her still-sopping wet entrance. at the first nudge of intrusion, she flashes him a mischievous grin. ]
Then maybe sushi?
[ kind of criminal of her to end on a light, innocent note like that, obviously meant to tease him. but she winds up eating her own words, because it's not even an entire second later that the head of his cock presses into her, spreading her cunt lips wide as she slowly accommodates every inch. choking on her breath, she has to quickly reach for the opposite wall just so she can have something to hold onto and steady herself. how is it her body has already forgotten the sheer size of him, or was she just feeling too cocky? maybe too hungry for him, to remember she should take her time.
biting down on her lip, one hand fumbles with the taps of her shower (remembering the real reason they even came in here in the first place); that first blast of cold water right before it shifts to something more palatable rips a sharp gasp right out of her, just as she fully seats herself on his cock, her round ass pressed flushed against his hips. give her a second to adjust to the size of him again, this new angle leaving her knees a little weak. but never let it be said she isn't a go-getter, because seconds later she'll start moving her hips over the full length of him, until she's well and truly fucking herself on his cock. ]
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Jet goes rigid slightly as her fingers graze over the sensitive cockhead, coming away sticky with precum after teasing the glans and milking out a few more thicker droplets. He has to resist the trying desire to buck his hips into the sensation in a pathetic attempt to penetrate. He knows Hannah will do that for him soon enough. He wants to tell her how fucking sexy she is, that they should have been doing this since his first day on the job; the moment he locked eyes on her, he should have been brave enough to take her for himself… but he's enraptured, wordless awe written plainly on his face as she speaks, teasing him that was both innocent and minx-like that seals his fate in kind.
Jet can only stare back at her, soack-jawed and wholly, completely whipped. He nods once before he is once more enveloped by her; hot and wet, and still oh-so fucking tight that there is a brief resistance trying to fit him in all in one go. But again he's greeted with the sight of her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide around his dick. And Jet can't take his eyes off it. So deep he's not even sure Hannah can accommodate another inch, her body suddenly tensing and making the arch in the small of her back all the more prominent. He let's her have a moment to recollect herself, resting both hands on her ass. ]
Goddamn… [ His voice is a deep, satisfied rumble the comes more from his chest than his throat. The cold jolt of water is barely acknowledged (he's insane enough to take ice baths after a particularly intense workout), his attention solely on Hannah and her tight little pussy, and how after a few moments to recover from the ordeal and regain her confidence, she's working him over with it; fucking herself on his dick as the water's now palatable warmth drenches them both. ] Good fucking girl.
[ The shower is an incessant droning noise that Jet eventually blocks out entirely, his ears hyperfixated on the sound of her pussy easing him in and working him out, how when his cock is sheathed completely to the base her ass smacks against him. Jet uses his thumbs to spread her asscheeks to get a better view, groaning all the while. He'd start fucking her ragged soon enough, but this was nice, being pampered a bit. ]
That's it… needy girl, you're so tight on it. Don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere. [ Jet gives one asscheek an experimental yet sharp slap, wanting to see how receptive she'd be to it while goading her to move those hips faster. ] C'mon, show me, fuck, show me how much you want this dick.
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it's a little embarrassing, isn't it? how desperate she is for him already. after already having her literal fill. shouldn't she be playing coy? shouldn't she show some modicum of restraint?
that all seems a feat far above her abilities as a regular human when he starts to really goad her on. the way he holds her hips to encourage her movements, but keeps his own a steady base she can fuck back into to her heart's content — how is she supposed to hold back, against all that? how could anyone?
the force of his slap ripples over the supple flesh of her ass, drawing out a sharp moan of approval before she can even think about it. that's the thing, though — with each shove of her hips, she's really gone past the point of thinking, deep in her lust and hunger that she is no longer victim to her terrible habit of overanalyzing and second-guessing. all she is now is pure feeling, pure desire, clenching tight around his cock that tells him exactly how much she enjoyed that slap, how much she'd like even to cum to it, being treated like the good little cockslut she is. fuck holding back. ]
I want it... fuck, Jet, I want it so bad, please—
[ she plants her palms flat on the tiled wall before her. the shower is a distant thing now, when all she can think about is the feeling of his cock spread her wide now that she's settled into a feverish rhythm just bouncing herself on his dick. the sounds of wet flesh slapping against one another is only marginally drowned out by her own needy little voice, keening for him. ]
I need it, need your big fucking cock right in this tight little pussy, oh — [ she's up on her tiptoes, angling herself so each time he spears right up against that sweet spot inside of her. ] Fuck, fuck you're gonna make me cum again, yes—
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But goddamn, is it hard, damn near impossible, to hold himself back when she's showing him every reason he should do the exact opposite. Each frantic buck of her hips is into a solid wall, the taut and unyielding musculature easy for her ass to bounce off of, the steady stream of water from above rippling appealingly from the supple flesh. The repetitive slap of her ass against his hip ringing in his ears like a standing ovation to the cock breaking her in.
And fuck if she's not tight, enveloping him in a grip that begs him not to leave, but weeps when she pulls off; gushing around him to the point Jet thought Hannah had already came from how dripping wet her pussy already was from just fucking herself on his dick. She tightens up, too, forcing out a low groan from him — oh, she loved that. Unfortunately, holding back as much as he is, Jet feels as if he deserves to be a little bit cruel. ]
Look at me. [ Not a suggestion, but a fucking command as he held her by her waist, staunching the frenzied riding with a firm grip, but not before having sheathed himself balls-deep inside her tight little pussy. He says after leaning in, so close that his beard scrapes the skin of her cheek, his voice a rumbling, almost animalistic growl against her ear. He may have ceased her thrusting, but his hips grind against her rear, gyrating in circles so that he can stir up her insides with his dick. ] —Good girl. Now cum.
[ Then, with all the fury of a man who knows his own strength, he brings the flat of his palm crashing down in a stinging smack that immediately blooms red in the shape of his hand. ]