Page 11 of Jack Frost
“Need help?” I ask after a moment, unzipping my fly.
“That’s better,” she says, her eyes wide in front of my dick. She gently takes it into her mouth, her pretty lips parting to take a mouthful of me. I don’t force it in. I let her take it at her own speed.
Her tongue sweeps over the tip, licking up all the precome I leaked when I was eating her.
I push forward a little, my hips moving to meet her mouth. My cock slides easily into her mouth as she opens up wide for me, sucking and wrapping a hand around it.
“That’s nice, baby,” I growl, taking handfuls of her luscious, long dark hair into my fists and giving it a little tug. “So fucking nice.”
I pull my cock out of her mouth and guide her down softly onto the bed, my hands on each of her shoulders. Her legs straddling me from below, I look down to see my steel cock just inches away from her.
“You ready to let loose, baby?” I say, pushing her dress up and over her head, revealing no bra underneath. “You’re fucking amazing.” I reach down to grab both of her petite breasts in my hands, tracing my fingertips around her tiny pink nipples.
She breathes in deeply and exhales shakily, nodding her head in affirmation.
“Yes,” she says. “I’m ready.”
Gliding my hands down her body, along her delicious curves, I reach down to take both of her hands in mine and push them up over her head as I slide into her.
Her pussy opens up for my thickness as she raises her hips to meet mine, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
She moans deeply into the air as I hold her hands tight and firm above her head, pulling out slowly and then sinking into her again. In the darkness of the room, the only thing I can see is our outlines and our shadows moving against the wall, lit up from behind by the low moon casting its glow through my window.
“I love how you move,” I say, gripping her wrists hard in my fists. It’s a little bit more sentimental than what I’d usually say, but she isn’t a usual girl. She’s better. She’s more.
She breathes a low, steady sigh, her movements in the dark making me crazy, her wrists pushing against my grasp.
“If you want me to let go, I will,” I whisper into her ear, pushing far down into her. “Just say the word.”
“No,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop. I love how you’re taking control.”
“Your moans are about to make me come, baby,” I say, my cock twitching inside her, the pressure of an orgasm building up in my belly.
I loosen my grasp and lean down to her, painting her face with kisses. Rolling over, I take her with me so she’s on top, straddling my cock with her tightness, riding me smooth and slow.
“Give me your tits, baby,” I command, sitting up and capturing one of her nipples between my lips. It’s perfect and tiny, and my other hand traces up from her clit to her breasts, my fingers delicately teasing the hard peak while my lips wrap around the other one, kissing gently and grazing it with my teeth.
“Jack,” she moans, my name filling the air. It’s the second best thing I’ve heard come from her mouth tonight. The first best thing wasyes.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, looking up at her face. “What is it?”
She sighs heavily on my lap, my hips moving gently against her.
“This is so nice.” She looks down at me tenderly and kisses the top of my head.
I scoop her up by the ass and guide her up and down my cock before finally lifting her off of my lap and putting her down beside me.
“What’s wrong?” she whimpers, her fingers moving against my chest.
“Nothing, baby.” I get behind her and push her down so she’s on all fours, her ass in front of my face with her soaked pussy peeking out below. “Nothing at all.”
I lick from her hole to her clit, tasting all of the sweetness there. Her scent is intoxicating. Pulling both of her arms behind her her back by her wrists, I grasp them together tightly and push myself through her wetness.
“Jack!” she moans, a little yelp in her voice. “That’s amazing.”
Rocking against her, I steady myself against her ass and pull both of her wrists into my fist and reach down, past her stomach, to her clit.
“You know how fucking wet you get?” I moan, slapping against her with her hard thrust. “That’s for me.”
