Page 106 of Jacob

When he pushes his cock inside of me, I nip at his lips to stop me crying out with pleasure.

He rides me, his hand clasping my ass to hold me steady as we rock together in perfect rhythm.

I lean left and right to take off my shoes, bend my knees up, and hook my toes around the lip of the table to give me leverage.

“So fucking tight.” He thrusts, ramming his cock in and out of me.

Hands on my knees now, he pushes my legs back, and I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate how deep and hard he’s driving into me.

His balls slap off my pussy, again and again, his breathing becoming labored with every deep hip thrust. He pulls out of mesuddenly. “Get off the table, naughty girl,” he commands and I lower my feet to the floor.

“Turn around.”

“You know I will squirt again in this position?” I flick my hair to the side, looking over my shoulder at him.

He bends me over the table. “Well, at least this time, I’m not in the firing line,” he says, making me giggle.

Both hands on my hips, he slips in from behind.

And then he really gives it to me.

I love it when we have slow and sensual sex, but when he goes feral like this, it’s everything I didn’t know I needed. When it’s hot and aggressive, savage almost, I always come so hard for him.

He gathers my hair into a ponytail with one hand, and uses it like a set of reins to ram into me. With his other hand, he dips his thumb inside the top of my knee-high sock, fisting the fabric in his hand.

The kinky fucker loves those socks.

“Touch yourself, make yourself come for me,” he shouts.

Reaching down to do what he asks, I rub my clit over and over and the familiar sensation rises in my core, my orgasm dancing on the perimeter, flirting with me to rub harder.

“Oh Jay.” I pant his name.

“Rub faster, Butterfly,” he roars. “Pinch it.”

The clatter of his belt, the sound of his balls slapping off my pussy and our animalistic sounds are all that can be heard through the quiet floor of the office.

I rub then pinch my clit and move up to my tiptoes to take him deeper. My pelvis tilts, the head of his cock hitting the right spot, and I come again, all over my hand.

I slam my eyes shut as the power of my orgasm takes control of my body.

“Squirt on my cock. Aw, fuck, I’m coming.” He holds himself deep, bottoming out as he comes inside of me. “Skye,” he cries. “Holy fucking shit.” His fingers tighten on my hips as he loosens his grip on my hair.

We both come together, gasping and groaning in mutual pleasure. My inner walls stop clenching his cock as we descend.

“I’m getting too old for this.” He rests his forehead between my shoulder blades, desperately attempting to catch his breath.

“Oh, God. I need to change before I go home,” I grumble.

He slides out of me slowly and turns me to face him. “Don’t fucking wash a thing off.” He kisses me as he tucks his cock back into his boxers and re-zips his trousers before buckling his belt back up.

“But I’m covered in…”

“Your cum and mine. So fucking hot.” He moves his hand between my legs and I moan when his fingers slide down over my swollen clit, then he pushes two of his thick fingers inside of me. “All mine.” He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes, arching my neck to give him better access.

I’m too distracted by his tongue licking my sweet spot behind my ear when he says, “Open.” My mouth falls open. “Taste us.”

When he pushes his fingers into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around them.

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