Jack nods and smiles. “I dare you, to smell my armpit.”
Didn’t see that one coming, but he likes the way things smell. “I thought you said no sexual dares?”
“How could this be sexual? Maybe if you enjoy how I smell. My sweat. My musk. I doubt it though.” He nods to his pit. “A dare’s a dare.”
I slide up him, dragging the girls over his abs and chest. “You’re sick, Jack. You’re a dirty little pervert with dirty little fetishes.”
He takes another drink. “Tell me how much you like it when you’re done.”
The curves of his muscles flow perfectly into his arm pit. Short hair sprouts in a thick patch. He probably shaves and just hasn’t for a few days.
I lean in and smell, my soaking pussy pulses with desire when his scent smacks my brain.
He’s much muskier, but the majority of his scent is still spiced wood with a touch of orange. I push deeper, the tip of my nose touching his skin. There’s a tiny sour note to it, but it’s overpowered by his rich, husky musk. The more I inhale, the deeper he spreads inside of me. When it reaches my ovaries, they pound with the need to have his kids.
*Fuck. I got to get out of here!*
But I don’t. I stay in. My lips part and the drool bumps up against the inside of my mouth. I roll my tongue out, saliva dripping off the end. I slide across his short hair, my tongue widening with each thick strand that passes underneath it. By the time I’m at the crease, I’m making out with a man’s fucking armpit. Am I the dirty perv? Is there really a point where I could be teased so much that I’d lick a guy’s pit? The answer to both is a big, fat yes.
When I finish, my mind warped by his musk and teasing games, I slide right over and kiss his lips. His mouth parts and my tongue slips past his lips. I straddle him, my legs barely able to fit around his massive waist. I arch my back to stick my ass up and give Jack the best angle of entering me. I line up my swollen pussy over his rigid cock. My labia drips over him, coating his head with me. My body opens for him. Probably not enough, since he’s a fucking giant, but my body’s never been so ready to take a man.
I pull his face deeper into the kiss. “Are you ready to fuck me, baby?”
“I can’t touch you.” His words, heavy with frustration, are sweet in my mouth. “How the fuck am I supposed to give you what you need?”
I smile against his lips. “Tell me what I need, baby.”
“You need me to break you in half.”
I rub my pulsing, wet cunt over his iron manhood. “Yeah?”
“You need to want it more.” He moans during a kiss and exhales with a shudder. “I can make it better,” he whispers. “But only if you let me.”
Better than this? I’ve never been so fucking worked up in my life!
“You promise?” I ask between kisses. “You can make me want it even more than I do now?”
“I told you before. You will learn the meaning of need, Abigale.”
Part of me believes him. He’s gotten me this far, maybe he could take me to a place I’ve never imagined. Another part of me says the kid is a cocky eighteen-year-old, and he’s better off letting me teach him a thing or two.
“Fine, but you better make it good, or else I’m taking over, and you’ll be punished for failing me.”
He chuckles. “Good thing I never fail.” He grabs my waist and moves me off him. He turns to the tv and pauses the movie with forty-eight minutes to go. “I’ll take four shots.”
“Five. You have to round up.”
“Ten minutes equals a shot, not nine or eight or anything less.” He knocks back a shot from his glass.
“That’s not fair.” I cuddle up next to him, enjoying his warmth but desperately wanting his cock. I grab it and slide my juices down him further with my hand.
“My game, my rules.” He shrugs before taking another shot. At the same time, he uses the remote to go to the guide and hits another PPV option.
“Changing the movie?”
He smirks. “And the game.”
When his selection plays, ‘Sensual Playthings’ flashes across the screen.
“A porn? Oh, my. Good luck explaining that to Rebecca.”
“New rules. No more shots.”
Oh, thank god. My brain is swimming in alcohol. I’d blame the alcohol for my questionable choices, but honestly, the rum is just lube for my mind really. I could have taken it raw and dry, but all this would have happened eventually.
“Here’s the game. We’re going to watch these scenes together. We can only do what’s in the realm of the scene. If they’re kissing and fingering, we can do the same, nibble on the neck, suck a breast, but we can’t go any further. If it’s a girl giving head, then you can do that, or I can go down on you or even sixty-nine. When someone comes, the other person gets to dictate your next actions. No option to skip or take a shot to get out of it. If I tell you to get on your knees and kiss my feet, you do it. If I tell you I’m going to fuck you in the ass, that’s what’s going to happen.”
“Or if I tell you I’m going to fuck your ass, then that’s what happens.”
He gives a sharp nod. “Exactly. Whatever the other person wants.”
I thought he’d flinch or even debate me. Fuck.
“First person to three orgasms loses, and the winner gets to dictate our actions for the rest of the night.”
“Can you even have three orgasms? You won’t get soft on me after one and try to win on a technicality, will you?
His eyes fill with hunger and he leans into a kiss, rolling me to my back. “I’ll never be soft around you while you’re naked. Maybe not even while you’re clothed.”
The porno starts with a man and woman in black and white on a bed, the woman sitting in front of the man with her back to him while he fingers her.
Jack’s hand slips between our lips and two fingers enter my mouth.
I start sucking right away.
He takes the fingers away from my lips and pushes them against my lower lips. He swirls them around before sliding into me.
I moan into his throat. “Fuck!”
His fingers are thicker than anything that I’ve had in me before. Of the few guys I’ve let in, the biggest was six and a half inches, and Jack’s fingers are blowing him away.
When I widen my legs into the splits, Jack chuckles in my ear. “Yeah. Spread those legs for me. Show me how much you’re willing to open up for me.”
I skink lower on the couch till my back is in the seat cushion and my ass and pussy are pointed up at Jack. “How’s that for open, stud?”
He moves with me, keeping his face right over mine. “You want this cock?” He growls over me.
“Yeah.” I moan. My hips roll into his hand.
“I’ll warn you right now.” His hand ramps up into overdrive. “If I win. I’m going to massage your body and eat you out all night. No cock.”
“Wha— *Aaaah!*” The orgasm runs over my fear of not getting dick.
Jack’s fingers don’t stop, they curl. His other hand rubs my clit like a vibrator, rocketing me back to the precipice. “We’re not even done with the first scene. Am I going to make you come three times in a row and send you to bed with no dick?”
“No. *Oooo*, fuck.” I writhe under him. “No, please. I want that cock.”
“Then beg me to not make you come right now.”
I pant as my body moves to the edge. “Jack, no. Please. I want to come, but… Fuck. You can’t be serious.”
“Wrong answer.” He fingers my g-spot while furiously rubbing my clit, sending me over the edge.
I squirt all over his hands. He’s the first person, other than myself, to get me to squirt.
“I guess this is what you want. No dick.” He looks back at the screen where the man is between the woman’s legs. “At least I’ll get a taste.”
*Oh, fuck!* “Wait, wait, wait!”
He doesn’t. He goes all out. Slapping my pussy with his tongue while his fingers keep fingering and rubbing me.
“Please, Jack! Don’t! I— *Ohhh!* Fuck!” Having a man like Jack between my legs, servicing me is enough to send me over the edge all on its own. Add that to what he actually does, and it’s not even close. I never stood a chance.
I squirt again and Jack rises up with my cum running down his face.
He glances to the kitchen and chuckles. “You didn’t last ten minutes.”
I pant, coming down from my high. “That— That wasn’t fair. You… Fuck.”
“No, I don’t fuck. No dick for you. Remember? I get to dictate your actions now. And sex is off limits.”
I scoff. And spread my legs for him. “You are not passing this up.”
Jack lowers over top of me. “Beg for my cock. Let me hear you beg me for it.”
I grit my teeth and grab onto the rope in this tug of war. “Fuck you, beg for my pussy. You’re lucky I’m giving you the time of day.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack leans in, closing the gap between his smile and my snarl. “I can’t deny that. Any man would be lucky to have you look in their direction.” His cock hovers an inch from my pussy. “Fuck, I can feel the heat pouring from you.”
“Imagine how it will feel when you’re inside.”
“Beg me,” he whispers, before snatching up my lips. He smacks his cock on my pussy. *Thwap, thwap, thwap.* “Tell me you need it.” *Thwap, thwap, thwap.*
I struggle to get air in my lungs. Each heavy beat of his cock on my swollen lips is like a blow to my lungs. “J— *Uggh.* Jack, please.”
He rubs the bottom of his mushroom head into my clit, his fat urethra digging into my folds. “Beg. Show me how much you want it. *Show* me.”
I grind back against him, slathering his cock in my juices. “Jack, fuck. If you don’t put that thing in me, I’m going to feed you your fucking balls. Give it to me!”
“No.” He gets up and moves away, standing at the end of the coffee table.
“N-no?” Holy fuck, I thought he was bluffing. He was for sure going to stick it in right then. What the fuck? “Jack. Please, stop. I’m fucking burning up.” Like a god damn super nova!
He points to the floor in front of him. “Get on your knees and beg. Show me how much you need this cock.”
I don’t want to do it. Any other guy who told me to get on my knees and beg would have his balls kicked so hard they’d knock a whole through the roof. *Me*, on *my* knees begging? I’m the one who makes others beg. I’m Abigale fucking Kemper.
Even so, I slide off the couch onto my knees.
“Please, Jack. I’m serious. You have to stop. I need that dick.” My chest tightens as desperation sinks in. “Master? Is that what you want? You want me to call you Master?”
Jack reaches down and grips my hair, drawing me up to rub my face in the side of his cock and balls. “I want you to come home to me with a new collar because you thought it would make me happy. I want you to call me Master in your heart, not your mouth. I want you to associate my name, Jack Fucking West, with Master. When you introduce me to your parents, you’ll say, ‘Mom, Dad, this is Jack West.’ But you’ll really be saying, ‘Mom, Dad, this is my Master. The man who owns me. The man who’s going to breed me and give you grandkids.’ That’s what I want. But Abigale.” He pulls me back from his groin with a rough yank. He’s good at it though, probably had some practice.
I’ve had a few guys who don’t know how to pull hair and it’s aways such a turn off, but when it’s done right… Fuck. After everything he’s done, I’m actually considering kids with this man. He’s a fucking god on Earth. He’s young, but he owns a multi-million dollar company and has plans for more. He’s clever, sexy, in amazing shape. He’s fun as fuck to be around.
Reality sinks in. *I’ll never do better.*
Gazing up at his strong features and dark eyes, this new understanding flooding through every cell of my being, my rebelliousness flees. The urge to be totally submissive rises, singing in my heart like a choir and fills my lungs with pure life. I give him big doe eyes and pouty lips to show him I’ll be a good girl, that I know my place now.
He opens his mouth to speak, but his eyes peer into mine, flicking back and forth between the evergreen irises. “Good.” He lets go of my hair and straights his posture, towering over little old me on my knees. “Say what’s on your mind.”
On my hands and knees, I lean down till my forehead touches the carpet. “Please, Jack. I want to give you my body. I want you to claim every inch of me so thoroughly that no man will ever remotely satisfy me, that I’ll only ever reach climax again with your cock impaling me. I want to wake you up in the morning by sucking your cock. I want to have your children. I want my body marred with stretch marks, showing how much I swelled with your seed. Please, Jack. Ruin me.”
“Good.” Jack steps over me and crouches down behind me. “I’m going to fuck you right here, so that you’ll forever remember that this spot is where you finally learned your place.” He lines his cock up, pushing the swollen head against my soaked folds. When I moan, tilting my head up, he grips my hair and pulls, forcing my back into a steep arch. “Beneath me.”
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