“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what?” he said, his voice stern.
“Please.” I reached back to his pants, but he rolled onto his front, taking his cock from me. At the same time, he dug his fingers a little deeper, drawing my attention back to them.
I looked up at the ceiling and spread my legs as far as possible, wanting him deep within me.
His thumb flickered over my clit and I buckled.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had this pussy. This beautiful, tight pussy for me to bury myself in.”
His voice in my ear, so powerful, so confident sent my pussy into overdrive. I clamped down on his fingers and he moved faster. Not much faster, just not as slow.
“Please,” I said again, grasping at his bicep.
“I’m making up for lost time.”
Jay moved down my body, kissing my skin as he went. He took each nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. His bite became stronger, sending a jolt between my nipple and pussy. My pussy walls became even slicker. I ached to feel his cock sliding in and out of it.
His kisses carried on their journey, biting at the soft skin of my belly as he went. Hard enough that I acknowledged there would be bite marks tomorrow. He was branding me his. And that’s okay.
He reached the soft triangle of my pubic bone and carried on nipping me. He was so close, his mouth so close. I swallowed in anticipation, and knotted my hands through his hair for reassurance. I realized I was holding my breath but couldn’t release it.
His head moved down, hovering over my mound. I held his head harder, trembling. In one move he sucked my clit into his mouth and held the soft skin above it between his teeth. Exposing it to his mouth and the air.
The fingers in me quickened their pace. He flicked my clit a few times with his tongue, then blew cold air across it. I flinched from the coolness. The cold air sent all of my insides on fire.
He blew a continuous cool blast of air across my most sensitive part, which he gripped between his teeth so I couldn’t move away for fear of the pain.
I squirmed under his touch. Under his breath. I could feel myself being bounced off the damn’s edge, about to burst, and I squealed.
Jay released my clit from his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. Sucked hard as he worked me with his fingers.
“Jay,” I screamed without thought. All thoughts of everything fled me, all I knew was ecstasy.
My body writhed. He released me from his grip. I tried to catch my breath, to enjoy the last ripples of his touch.
Jay rolled onto his back and undid his suit pants, pushing them down and exposing his throbbing cock. He rolled onto me. Settling himself between my legs.
I waited for him to enter me, but he only rubbed against me. He gripped my jaw and brought my lips to him. He kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. I tried to kiss him back, but I was in too little control of my body to manage it.
At last he entered me, his huge cock forced its way into me. Pushing out all the doubt and filling me with strength. My body tingled all over again as he moved inside of me. Each thrust caused more and more tingles until my body was a sparkling mass.
“Jay, Jay,” I called out, my voice breathy.
He dug into me, filling me with his cum and I plunged into another orgasm.
“Jay,” I yelled out, before relaxing back into a quivering mess.
We were still, catching our breaths. Jay laid on me, trapping me without putting any of his weight on me. Cocooning me protectively. I hooked my legs around his, never wanting him to leave. We laid tight against each other, the rest of world melted away. We dozed off, the light dim when I awoke again, still wrapped in Jay’s arms.
“I’m going to have a quick shower,” Jay said, kissing my hair and rising from the bed.
My body, still weak from the drug, was exhausted and I let the bed take all of my weight. My eyelids flickered, and I was about to close them when some photographs caught my eye and piqued my interest.
I couldn’t resist. I got out of bed and walked across to the sitting area. A whole living room within the bedroom. It was Jay’s bedroom. I could tell from the lived-in feel that so many of the rooms in the mansion lacked.
I let my fingers drape along the back of the sofa as I made my way to the side table covered in photographs in various sizes and styles of frames.
They were family snapshots. Some old, black and white ones of what must be grandparents, or even great grandparents. Some looked like recent holiday snaps of stunning scenery. But the ones that intrigued me most were the ones that looked like Jay as a child. Sitting on a horse. Cuddled as a baby in a woman’s arms. Wearing a graduation cap. There was a second of him with the woman, and a third, always of him as a young child. I assumed she was his mother, but there were none of a man, a father.