Page 69 of Naughty Festivities

“Yes, fuck,” Jack moaned as she closed her mouth around him. Then he lifted her head and began to move. She was tied, unable to do anything but fuck his cock with her mouth as she sucked and circled him with her tongue.

It was hot as hell.

Still, pussy was crying out for touch.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck you, make me hot,” Jack growled as he sped up. “Take me down your throat.”

Fuck.

His hand landed on the rug beside her face as he thrust deeper. Amelia was sure she was going to blank out as she moaned and gagged around his thick cock.

“That’s it, baby, holy shit. Yes,”

After a few more thrusts, Jack pulled out and, maneuvering, he shifted while he stroked his cock, then came over her tits.

“Mine,” He rasped, their eyes connecting. “You are mine, Amelia. Understand?”

Panting, she watched Jack mark her, staking his claim, and she wanted to tell him yes. But the words wouldn’t come.

Then he moved again, lifting her legs over his broad shoulders, and consumed her pussy in one hungry mouthful.

“Yes, eat me, Jack.” She begged.

“Mine,” he growled, swirling his tongue around her clit, then through her wet folds. “Tell me I’m yours, Amelia,”

Demanding eyes lifted to hers from between her legs, making her gasp.

“Jack,” her voice quivered.

“Say it.” He lifted his mouth, leaving her desperate for his touch once more.

Amelia felt fear rush through her as she confessed what they both knew. But it was time to take the next small step.

“Yes,” she cried and, with a predatory growl, he moved fast as lightning and had his mouth over hers, slamming with complete possession.

Untying her wrists, Jack lifted her up into his arms. Amelia wrapped her own arms around his neck while he remained kneeling on the floor.

“Do you mean that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Really mean it?” he repeated, gripping her hips.

“Yes, Jack. I do.”

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He grunted, then lifted her and slid her seamlessly down onto his cock. They both groaned as she sunk deep, taking him in completely.

“Oh, God,” she cried.

“Say it again,” Jack demanded.

“I’m yours,” Amelia cried once more.

Jack worked her over his cock, and she tried to match his speed, but he was in full control of their lovemaking. She clung to his shoulders and tossed her head back and her breasts bounced in complete and utter abandon.

Then, they were both crying out as pleasure roared through them.

“Jesus,” Jack said as they both sat there panting and grinning at each other.

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