by Alexis Angel
“Come for me, baby...Just do it…” I whisper, taking his cock out of my mouth just to get the words out. I dive onto it again, and even though he’s pulling his hips back, trying to get his cock out of me, I accompany his motion and push my mouth even further down. Grabbing his cock by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I can manage, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks, and knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.
“Fuck!” he groans, this time louder. His fingers curl against my scalp, and with one mighty thrust, he comes into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent over my tongue, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain still, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed, filling my mouth until it can’t hold anything else, both with his cock and his cum.
When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling off, tightening my lips around his cock on the way up. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.
Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I love when he handles me like this, moving me around like a sex object...which hole will he stick his cock in next? How hard am I going to come? Where is he going to come all over me? I don't so much care the answer to any of those questions since just about anything could be the answer, and I like not knowing exactly how I'm getting off with him next, just that I'm going to and it’s going to be incredible.
As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his cum starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, and I don't mind that we're making a mess. In fact, I like the mess, and I know Jake does, too, based on how he reacts. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own fluids go down his throat. I love that Jake is such a sexual being. We share our bodies, we share our cum, and we both love every minute of it.
His mouth goes to my nipples now, licking over them and then sucking as much of my tits into his mouth, one after the other, that he can fit. It turns out that's quite a bit and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation, my whole body gravitating toward him as his mouth overtakes me. I run my hands through my hair, needing to stretch out my arms and just feel what he's doing to me.
And just then he flips me over and I'm almost in shock at the quick movement, but then again, Jake always keeps me guessing as to what's coming next.
I jut my ass back at Jake and start thrusting back in his direction. He grabs my hips and starts pounding me. He just goes all in right from the start, his whole cock sliding in and out of me so fast my breathing goes ragged. My hands on my body drive me higher and higher towards pleasure, making me ache more for everything his perfect body has to offer.
"Fuck, that feels so good," I cry out. My voice quivering as Jake fucks me senselessly, my moans trying to turn into screams but the sounds pent up within me. The screams trapped inside my body travel all the way to my brain, almost making me explode.
“You’re going to come,” he says, slapping my ass with the back of his hand. “And you’re going to come hard.”
“Make me, Jacob,” I reply, rocking my backside against him with the same brashness he’s pounding into me; no more than thirty seconds and I go from my hands to my elbows, hair falling down on my shoulders as I feel the thunder of climax drawing close.
Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Jake’s insatiable hunger is rubbing off on me. I am normally a pretty horny gal but he just makes me even hornier to the point where I'm an animal driven purely by lust and instinct and I'm only acting in a way that will get me fucked more and make sure that I come harder. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel an ungodly pressure mounting inside of me; if I don’t come soon, I’m going to really explode. But before I can come, he laces his arms around my waist and pulls me back.
Still with his cock in me, he lies down on the seat as I roll into a sitting position over his cock, my back turned to him. I let the orgasm come then, grabbing Jake’s ankles while I sway my hips back and forth, left and right, all over his cock. Electricity and flames devour me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Only when my body becomes completely spent will I do it, and only because I won’t be physically capable of carrying on.
“So good…” I moan, not even knowing if my heart's still beating. “I want more.” Instead of swaying my hips, I stop doing that and prepare to use what little energy still remains inside of me. I start jumping on his cock, and I do it hard. He’s cupping my ass as I go, and I lean just a bit forward, slightly bending his cock down and imagining the pressure he’s feeling right now.
“Fuck,” he exhales sharply, slapping my ass again.
His whole body becomes rock solid and I can’t help but jump on him with all the strength that I have in me. Suddenly, he hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me down hard onto him. I sit on his cock and he is so deep inside of me that I almost black out from the sensation.
Suddenly, I’m out of my mind with ecstasy.
Pleasure rages through me in a way I’ve never felt before, utterly consuming my mind. I’m high on sex; I’m high on Jake. And as his cock spasms again, his load shooting deep into me, I moan so hard that my voice starts to disappear, my throat going hoarse and scratchy from just how much the pleasure is ripping through me. He keeps coming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as a torrent of cum takes hold of me.
Only when he becomes still do I roll to the side and lay back against the seat, my limbs sprawled. I didn’t even notice it, but I’m covered in sweat, locks of hair plastered to my face. I want to speak, I want to move, but there’s not a single reserve of energy inside of me. I gave it my all, and in return, I’ve been sacrificed at the altar of pleasure.
Jake turns to me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Just lay back...I’ll take care of you.”
“Yes...” I nod, Jake’s lips traveling down my neck. His mouth hikes down between my breasts and over my stomach, only stopping when he has his head right between my legs. Tenderly, he starts licking my folds, taking care of the cum that’s dripping down my thighs. Pushing his mouth into me, he sucks my folds in, wrapping his lips around them and taking in every single drop of cum I have on my pussy. I remember that this is us fucking first thing in the morning…but I think about the level of shower I need after how hard we just fucked. I can’t say I’m bothered by that—when Jake and I fuck, we hold nothing back. We go all out. I come so hard I might black out, and that’s not the kind of thing that a girl just trades in.
I think Jake feels like we’re in a good place, judging by the excellent job he’s doing licking up every drop of what’s left of our fun. After he is done licking, I feel like his tongue has almost prepared me for another round, but I think that way leads to something other than a workday, and we will have to get some work done at some point.
Satisfied with the job he’s done, Jake sits up, lying back with his body pressed against mine. “There...much better now,” he whispers, smiling at me. I run one lazy finger over his lips, an errant drop of cum still hanging there.
“Yes...much better.” With him, everything’s better. I can’t believe how incredible fucking Jake feels.
"I'm not done with you, actually," Jake says with a laugh.
"Oh my God!" I cry out. I start laughing too.
"Oh, are you not up for it?" Jake taunts me, and he knows that he's go
t me now.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder. "Jacob, I could never get enough of you fucking me, and you know it," I say, and I push my ass up.
His fingers hook into my thighs and his cock is buried deep inside me before I even have to time to think about it.
And what is there to think about it? I need him to fuck me until neither one of us has energy anymore...and then I need him to fuck me some more. I seriously don't think I could ever get enough of him fucking me. We don't know how to do quick, slow, gentle, or simple. We do throat-rending, pussy-exploding, cum-covered bodies kinds of sex that makes you break out into a sweat when you think about it later.
His cock thrusts into me harder, slamming into me with an energy that makes it feel like it could be our first time fucking, not his cock driving home inside me again for another time.
His thrusts are completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I’m about find out.
I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive cock. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips. My body seems to have a secret valve of sound just for expressing how good it feels when Jake fucks me.
Can he even go any deeper? I wonder as he slams harder and harder into me, and my pussy aches for more. No matter how much he fucks me, I'll always want more. I find myself trying to get him deeper, so I open my hands and put them to my side, pushing back with my ass and lifting it up. Jake eases his pressure on me, leaning back as I go from laying down to being on all fours. He slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, grabbing my ass as he thrusts his hips forward and restarts his assault.
“Fuck!” I growl out. “It’s so, so fucking good.” I'm panting now and unable to contain just how intensely the way he's fucking me is affecting me.
I want him to go harder but, even before I have the chance to beg him for that, he leans forward and starts pounding into me with so much force I reach to grab the edge of the leather seat, as if that’s going to help me when this man pounds his cock into me so damn hard that I almost forget my name. Amazing, though, is that that I can't forget his name, my body repeating it like a prayer as it tries to escape my lips. "Jacob, fuck," I finally manage in a whispering moan.
Two slow and deep thrusts, and I let out a scream so loud that I think people on the other side of the world heard it and my voice comes back. I jut my ass back into him as needles of pleasure stab each square inch of my body, like fireworks going off underneath my skin and lighting up my mind.
“I want you to come…” I purr. “I want you to come inside of me, Jacob…”
He leans into me, his lips against my ear. “I will,” he whispers, pulling his cock out and making me roll over on the leather seats. Without allowing me even a second to reel from the orgasm, he grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders. I bend like a willow tree as he sheaths his cock inside of me, its tip hitting that sweet spot of complete destruction. I scream as he goes back and hits it again, my limbs jerking erratically as if I’m being tasered.
“Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice bouncing back on the walls and filling the limo as he keeps hitting that tiny and yet so powerful spot inside of me that so much pleasure hinges on and probably has its own zip code just for Jake. He fucks me so well and always pleases every spot of me. My whole body trembles as he grabs my legs and leans with his whole body into me, his cock tightly pressed inside of me and completely demolishing me. I want him to desecrate my rational mind and envelope me with the lust that only his cock creates in me. Jake takes me to a primal place of need that I don't ever want to leave.
I come so violently that even though my eyes are open I can’t see. I don't need to; fireworks go off under my skin and waves of pleasure erupt like a series of shocks shooting through my entire nervous system. I cry out in pleasure as his cock jerks and gushes a river of cum inside me, the hot and sticky fluid that I crave filling me up so perfectly. Jake's fingers hold my thighs so tightly that I'm imagining his fingers burning hot on my skin there.
I close my eyes, bells ringing in my ears. Am I dead? Is this heaven? His cum drips down my legs like an endless stream, warm and delicious as it slides down my skin. I don’t know if I’m still alive, but this must be heaven.
My whole body, as well as my mind, is numb. I can’t feel a thing, aside from the pleasure that burns in my veins like a drug, of course.
I’m gasping for air, trying to remember myself, where I am, and what the rest of the day is supposed to be like, but for a long time, my mind can't grasp anything. No thoughts, no reality. I'm so incredibly caught up in the lustful moment, I just bring my hand to his chest and feel his heartbeat, some biological urge making that the only thing that matters to me. I feel it hammering in his chest and I almost want to tell him job well done, but I couldn't form words right now if I wanted to.
But then I remember...I'm actually going into the office. His office. This power hour of fucking was just the prelude to a pretty full day, and I've got to compose myself...and my clothes. I start to laugh, pulling my clothes up and making do with what I have, straightening this out here and making sure this isn't covered in cum there. I'm pretty proud of the job I do and I look over to Jake, putting on his clothes. It makes me realize that if you truly find someone irresistible, even the act of them putting on clothes is erotic to you. After everything we just did, watching Jake put his clothes on just makes me want to tear them off more. The man makes me totally insatiable, and I relish the fact that before we get to the office, I can kiss him just a little bit longer where the taste of our cum still lingers and appreciate just how insatiable he makes me. Then, we arrive at his studio building. With a full day ahead of us, we go to work.
Jake
Layla looks so fucking sexy over in the corner of my office. We’ve been in for an hour or so—we rode together in my limo—and she’s looking over viewership statistics for ACL. She’s totally engrossed in what she’s doing and doesn’t notice that I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her. I like having her with me. I said it before, but it’s true. I could get used to having her around. At work, at home. All the time. It’s crazy talk, right? I mean, I’m the ultimate ladies man. Every guy wishes he could be me.
Yet all I can think about is that having someone special to spend my time with is way better than having a thousand random women lining up for me.
“We’ve narrowed it down to about ten at this point,” Toby is saying.
“Mm hmm,” I mutter, my eyes still on Layla.
“But I think there are several that really stand out among the others…” He keeps on talking, and I zone out again.
What’s going to happen when Layla makes her decision? And then what about when the show starts back up? Do we actually have a chance at a real relationship? It seems complicated. But at the same time, I can’t imagine things going back to the way they were before.
“Dude!”
I jerk my eyes over to Toby, who looks completely exasperated.
“What?”
“Did you hear a single fucking thing I said?” He’s grinning like an idiot now, a ridiculous smirk plastered on his face.
“Oh, um, yeah. Sure. Ten guests.” Is that what he said? That sounds right.
“I asked you a question.”
I shake my head and squint. “Um, could you repeat it?”
Toby laughs loudly, getting Layla’s attention now.
“Dude, you're so distracted.” He gives Layla a knowing wink. “Can’t say that I blame you. But seriously, we need to figure this out. What do you think about Meghan Mitchell?”
“The actress?” Layla asks, an odd look on her face.
“Yeah,” Toby says excitedly. “She
’s like the hottest new A-list starlet right now. Having her on the show would be huge.”
“She wants to come on ACL?” I ask, knitting my brows together. “Why?”
Toby sighs, and then looks at me like he’s having to explain something to a kindergartner. “She’s a fan of the show.” Picking up a paper, he waves it in my face. “And not just any old fan, apparently. Like a total super-fan. I think we should go with it.”
He’s got my attention now. That would be good for the show. “You’re right,” I say, leaning forward. “She’d make a great guest. I’ve been trying to figure out how we could keep the ratings as high as they were before the hiatus, and think this is the way to go.”
The sharp sound of a chair scraping across the floor makes me look back at Layla. She’s standing up, some papers in her hand and the weird look still on her face.
I start to stand, concerned, but she walks toward me, somewhat stiffly, and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I need to go. I have some outside research that really can’t wait.”
I frown as she leaves. She didn’t mention that earlier when we were talking about our plans for the day.
When I look back at Toby, he’s still grinning like a fool.
“What?”
“Man, you are so fucking pussy whipped. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Shut your hole, dude.” But I can’t help laughing. He’s kind of right.
“I mean, you haven’t been able to get your head in the game all damn day. Next thing I know, you’ll be wanting to change up the show and turn into fucking Dr. Phil.”
“Watch it, asshole,” I say, pointing my finger at him, but still grinning good-naturedly. “I may change my mind about you and get someone else to guest host if you keep this shit up.”
I haven’t had a chance to tell Layla yet, but I decided to let Toby guest host the first episode after the hiatus. He’s been bugging me about it for long enough, and it was an easy answer for the moment.