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“I promise, you were made for my cock.”

Jack’s fingers ghost up my body, making my fingers curl in the bedsheets. Somehow I want more even though I have legitimate concerns. I haven’t seen his cock yet, and I’m naked beneath him.

“I want to see you,” I breathe. Jack can’t keep his hands off me, and he drags his gaze up to mine.

“I’m here,” he teases me, brushing his knuckles down his body. God, his body is a fucking work of art. Cupping his erection, he asks, “Do you want to see my cock?”

“Jack,” I whine, sitting up. If I want something done, I may have to do it myself. “You know damn well what I want.”

“If you can curse like a sailor, maybe you can do the hard work of pulling me out,” he growls, his hand tangling in my curls as I scramble onto my knees.

This should scare me.

My fingers tremble slightly, though with excitement and adrenaline, and not fear. It takes me a second to pull down his zipper, my heart pounding like a drum as I do. Jack pushes his jeans over his hips, and my lips part as I see he went commando today.

His cock bounces out of his pants, almost hitting me in the face.

Jack smirks at my wide eyed expression, because he’s fucking huge. His hand wraps around the root of his cock, pumping lazily. The crown of his cock is red, and there’s liquid beginning to weep from the tip of it.

Licking my lips, I find that I want to wrap my lips around it. I don’t think I’ll be very good at this.

It’s been years since I’ve given anyone a blow job.

“I wish you could see your face, Dolly,” he murmurs, inhaling sharply as I drop my tongue out, leaning forward. “Baby…”

Jack’s voice sounds strained as I lap at the pre-cum on his cock. He tastes salty, but sweet, and I moan before opening my mouth as wide as possible to suck on the crown of his shaft. I want more of his cum on my tongue.

“God fucking damnit,” he roars, continuing to pump the base of his cock. “You can have your fun, baby. It won’t last long, though. I want to be balls deep in your pussy when I come, with your blood staining my cock.”

I don’t know why, but I can feel myself getting more aroused as I suck more of him into my mouth. It’s smooth, the skin is soft, but his shaft is hard. It’s an odd thing to explain. All I know is that he tastes incredible.

My new addiction.

Jack lets me explore, both hands holding onto my hair, but not pulling me down or forcing me. It’s almost as if he’s using it to ground himself.

“That’s it, Dolly. Fuck, you suck like a damn Hoover, baby. If you feel like you have to gag, relax and swallow around… Jesus,” he pants, eyes rolling. “So damn good. I’ve dreamed about what your throat would feel like. Yes, God. It’s so damn tight.”

I feel tears prick at my eyes as I gag, but I do what he says and it helps. There’s no panic the way I felt with Frankie, whose cock was half hard while I sucked it, smelled awful, and made me need to brush my teeth several times after I puked in the bathroom.

“Stay with me, Dolly,” Jack growls, pulling on my hair.

The sting of pain helps keep me in the moment, encouraging me to see how far down I can go. It’s harder to disassociate when I’m struggling to breathe, dragging my tongue knowingly down the underside of his cock.

I wish I knew more about the anatomy of a dick, so I knew what would feel best. I was a much better student for Bronwyn. I also don’t have a penis.

“You’re doing so good. Don’t overthink it,” he grunts, pulling me slowly off his cock.

A string of saliva trails from Jack’s crown to my lips, and his gaze is intent as he stares.

“You have no idea how perfect you look on your knees for me,” he sighs. “Your saliva is dripping down my cock, your eyes say you enjoyed having me in your mouth. Is your cream starting to run down your thighs for me?”

This man’s mouth is going to be the death of me.

My skin feels as if it’s vibrating, my core heavy as I nod. I am embarrassingly wet between his eating my pussy like it was his mission in life to drown in my cum, and sucking his dick.

I can feel it dripping down my thighs as he murmurs, “Lay back and spread your lips wide. I want to see how wet your cunt is for me.”

“Really?” I gasp, though it doesn’t keep me from scrambling back to do as he says. Tentatively, I spread my legs wide, and then take my fingers to expose myself completely to him.

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