Page 40 of Forced Pregnant Mate

“Yes?” I can barely speak.

“My hair.”

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping his hair, and that my hand was literally twisted in it. I let go immediately, my fingers aching.

Jack stands up, slowly moving along my body, teasing along the way with his tongue and tiny nips with his teeth. Already, that intensity is building inside me, a low, throbbing heat turning into a blinding, white-hot need.

Jack settles on top of me, kissing me. I realize he has his pants off, but he can’t fully press up against me because I’m still hanging off the bed. I kiss him back, running my hands along his sides until I can feel my body beginning to scream again.

“I’m ready, Jack. I’m so ready.”

“Are you sure?”

I can see the look in his eyes, and I know, even now, he’d stop himself if he had to. My love for him comes crashing through all the feelings of lust, turning me on even more.

I wriggle up the bed, Jack staying propped on his arms as he watches me move. When my pussy gets level with his face, he dives into it, grabbing my hips and holding me still while he spoils my clit with long, hard strokes of his tongue.

My cries are breathy and light as I writhe under him, urging him on as I open my legs and tangle my hands in his hair again. The throbbing inside intensifies beyond anything I’ve felt so far, and I cry out sharply as I rock my hips forward into the pressure of his mouth. The orgasm hits me, and for a few seconds, I’m completely senseless; I can’t hear or see. All I can do is feel as a wave of pleasure crashes through me, completely obliterating me.

When I can think and breathe again, I see Jack’s face above mine, watching me. He’s smiling, and his eyes are soft. I smile shyly.

“Were you watching me?”

“I sure was. A very beautiful sight.”

I giggle softly, stroking his face.

“Ready for more?”

I nod, keeping my eyes on his. He bends his hips towards me, letting me feel his hard cock rubbing against my pussy. Even though a shock of nerves runs through me, a new intensity overtakes it. The aching and throbbing inside me reaches a high pitch that completely blanks my mind and sets nervous energy running through my blood.

“Now?” Jack asks.

“Yes! Now, please!”

Jack reaches down, and I feel the head of his cock slide up and down against my wet pussy. Then he presses forward with his hips, and I can feel every inch of him as he slowly thrusts into me.

My legs come up around his waist as my arms wrap around him, my fingers digging into his back. As he slides in all the way home, I shudder and writhe against him, feeling every inch of his hard cock piercing me, opening me up, touching me where no one ever has before.

When he’s pressed against me, his hips against mine, he stops for a moment. I writhe against him, exploring myself with him inside and letting different sensations run through me. Jack holds himself still above me, his attention completely focused on my reactions.

When I start to relax, Jack thrusts, long and deep. He slides himself out with care and then slowly back in again. My fingers dig into his back, and a great cry bursts out of me as my hips press towards him.

He keeps making long, slow strokes, leaning over to kiss me. I wrap my hands behind his neck and kiss him back, opening my mouth, my hips, every single part of me to let him inside. As I relax and fall back against the bed, Jack increases his pace a little.

The slight change has an intense impact on me. An urgency I’ve never felt before fires through my blood, and I shiver against him, gripping him with my hands and knees. Jack keeps a steady pace, then suddenly thrusts so hard, long, and deep, I fall back against the bed, unable to hold on to him.

“Yes?” he whispers.

“Yes!” the cry comes out cracked. My voice is shot.

Jack thrusts hard and fast, making our bodies slap together. I cling to him, not too tightly, just enough to keep us together. I feel his cock thicken inside me, stretching me, and the pleasure is like an itch that spreads deep inside to an aching, throbbing place that begs to be pounded.

As Jack’s thrusting reaches a fast, hard rhythm, I start to gasp and cry out every time he slams against me. His groans intensify as his cock gets harder, and even our voices are in sync. My body is bombarded with sensations as I open my legs, grip his shoulders, and throw my head back and howl.

I can feel my pussy gripping his hard, thick, throbbing cock. I’m having spasms that explode right through me. Jack moans, and I feel his cock jerking inside me, my pussy squeezing him and clenching around his pumping cock. I feel a moment of extreme, pure ecstasy that goes beyond the physical and almost makes me cry.

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