[ 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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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. ]
i’ve returned with lattes and more smut 🙂↕️
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. ]