Page 62 of Please, Sir

Carefully, he rolls me onto my shoulders, easily drapingmy calves against his collarbone and chest. Jake's cock aligns perfectly with my pussy, and he’s so big and so hard that he doesn’t need to feed it to me or move himself through my slit to find my opening.

He grips my ankles and captures my eyes with his; dark chocolate espresso irises ablaze with intense foreboding. “Red if you can’t, yellow if you need to slow down,” he reiterates.

I nod, for what feels like the hundredth time in the span of just a few minutes.

The first few inches are a heady mixture of pain and pleasure, the pressure that the intrusion of him puts on my clit feels so good. Intensifying the already immensely swollen feeling, Jake places his thumb on my clit, moving it back and forth, his eyes trained on mine.

He’s watching for the first sign of discomfort so great that I need a break, trying hungrily to please us both while testing me and making sure not to drive me to a pain so great we have to quit. Hovering over me, he tilts his hips, giving me what feels like another few inches. The pleasure wanes, and the pain of being stretched so wide amplifies.

The muscles in my legs flex of their own accord as my spine goes rigid, and I suck in a sharp breath, exhaling to find a sliver of peace through the pain.

“You’re doing good,” he offers, his rough voice urging me forward, making me stronger, because all I want to do is please him and show him how well I can take what he has to give.

I make a mistake just then. His coaxing, his praise, it gives me too much confidence and I push up to my elbows to survey the joining of our bodies, and the journey to fucking him.

Burning, stretched, and trying to maintain calm, I look down to find–

“Oh my god,” I cry, the words bursting from my chest. “That’s not even a quarter of it!” I blink down at the massive cock plunging into me, speechless from how much there is left.

“You can do it,” he nudges me on, the commanding timbre of his voice and powerful delivery of those four words has me nodding my head, agreeing. Then again, when wouldn’t I obey and believe?

“Okay,” I breathe, my entire body wracked with gentle trembles, ones that come with intense pain and sharp pleasure.

His gaze is confident. “Come on, let me inside.” He pinches one of my nipples. “What do you say, Riley?”

Somehow, I know just what he wants to hear. “A little more, please, sir.”

He groans, reaching down to give his balls a squeeze. They’re so full, and I have half a mind to point them out, to beg for him to empty them inside me, but just as my lips parts, he thrusts.

“Oh god!” I wail, my spine curving off the mattress as I gasp to take what feels like another three inches at least. I look down, finding him halfway inside. My eyes burn but he repositions my hands on my stomach.

“Feel me,” he whispers, then, gripping my ankles, strides his body toward mine, so slowly that I almost don’t realize it until the burn sets in. My taint, my clit, even my lips–everything down there burns, but I don’t say yellow, I won’t say red.

I want to be his perfect fit.

“More,” I urge, my eyes rolling closed as I press my palms into my body, just in time to feel him slide deeper inside me. I’ve never had anyone or anything this deep, and heat blooms behind my eyes, a knot of unexpected emotion clogging mythroat. He moves again, giving me more, but this time, the blinding pain subsides, leaving a clenching hunger aching for resolution. I press my hands down again, and he groans, our eyes coming together over the sweaty terrain of our naked, starved bodies.

“I feel your hands. Do you feel me?” he asks quietly, adding, “I told you we’d make it fit.” He glances down, surveying the scene before his eyes come to mine again. “Another inch and we’re there.”

I nod, my senses growing fuzzy, thoughts wobbly, focus hazy. “I f-feel you,” I moan, because it’s true. There isn’t a single place in my body, not a single cell not overtaken by his presence. I feel smothered and full, and I never want it to end.

Jake Turner is fully seated inside me, and my body is still treacherously needy for him. I press my hands to my belly, and feel him moving inside me. “Please,” I beg him. “I wanna see you feel good. I wanna see you unravel and unspool inside me.”

His expansive shoulders glisten with sweat as he nods, moving his thumb in tight circles. Slowly, he begins retracting himself from my body, only to push back inside. He does this a few times as I moan and try desperately to hold onto reality, the coil of gluttonous need in my belly cinching tighter with each pressing stroke.

“When you’re used to me, Riley, I’ll make you ride me, and you’ll come so hard and so loud, I’ll have no choice but to gag you.” He gains momentum, stroking faster, rubbing more, fucking harder. “My black leather gag strapped to your face, my cock swelling your belly, promises to please me radiating from those gorgeous eyes– I can’t fucking wait, Riley.”

I nod, almost unable to make words at this point. His promises, his vision for our future, his massive cock nudgingmy g-spot, all the focus on my blooming clit– “Jake, I’m gonna come soon, I’m so close,” I manage.

He stills his hips, one hand sliding free from its grip on my ankle for a moment. He produces the flogger, and dusts it over my bare breasts as he continues to fuck me.

The tease of the ends of the leather against my hard nipples sets my skin on fire, making my clit throb that much more. It’s teasing, it’s ticklish, it’s his flogger– “Jake,” I warn, his name more of a plea than anything else.

The coil explodes, and my orgasm tears through me, making my pussy clench and my stomach knot. My mouth falls open but I can’t speak; I can only rock and moan, writhing down on the best dick I’ve ever had. He whips my bare breasts, but I can’t even scream, euphoria and bliss clog my throat. He continues fucking, alternating between hard thrusts and shallow pumps, still rubbing slippery circles on my clit. My legs threaten to curl, but another hot sting of leather against sweaty flesh has them jumping against his body, weakening from the bliss, adjusting to the pain.

“Look up at me. Open those pretty eyes right now, Riley,” Jake groans, each word raspy and raw as he nears the brink. My eyes climb the rugged terrain of his fit body, starting at his hefty balls. When I reach his gaze, it’s dark, and he’s on the edge. “I’m gonna come,” he says, his face softening as the world around us falls away and he loses himself in the moment. Inside me, he throbs, his aching cock pulsing as he fires off. Warmth bleeds through my hips, and I keep my hands firm on my belly, feeling his cock nudge in and out of me. His face evolves from soft to tight as he finishes off, his orgasm long and hot, the most erotic thing I’ve seen.

Breathing heavily, he opens his eyes, stuffing his hand through his sweat-laden locks. The peace and content thatswarms his features after his orgasm is contagious. A smile sweeps his lips, and mine too.

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