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My knees are pressed together, and I pull my lip in between my teeth. Jake watches me, his eyes not moving from mine as he takes off his hat and reaches for the waistband of
my shorts.
He pulls them down, struggling a bit to get them over the hump of my ass, it makes him smile, his nostrils flaring. He takes my panties next and when he gets them to my ankles, I press my knees closer together.
There’s a softness in his eyes now and he leans closer, kissing my knees. “We can stop if you want.”
1 shake my head, swallowing the lump in my throat.
He exhales. “Then I’m going to need you to open up those legs for me, baby.”
Excitement spreads through me. My nostrils flare and I gather my courage, slowly parting my legs. He helps, gripping the back of my knees to spread them further.
His eyes takes me in, his gaze not moving. He moves slowly, determined, calculated. He lowers his hand and I gasp when he makes contact with my lips, he spreads me apart.
“Fuck,” He hisses under his breath, running a finger down and back up.
I whimper, looking down to watch as he plays with me.
“Have you ever been eaten?”
My eyes widen. He speaks so directly and I wasn’t expecting that. “No.”
He closes his eyes tightly and inhales slowly through his nostrils. “This is the last time I’m asking you.”
I look at him, breathing hard, my insides pulsing.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I grab at his arms, digging my nails into his skin. “No. Please, no.”
He dives down, sinking his mouth between my legs and I cry out when his tongue presses
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into me. My hands find his head and I hold onto his hair, his arms wrapping around my
thighs.
He breathes into me, his tongue swirling in small, hard circles around my clit. He sucks me and licks me, worsening that coiling ache between my legs. I hear him shift, hear the unzipping of his pants and his body shakes.
I look down at him, watching him as he jerks off while keeping his mouth on me. The sight ignites even more pressure within me and I cry out again.
Jake pulls back, leaving my pussy only to replace his tongue with his thumb on my clit. My back arches and I try with all my might to get closer to him.
Fuck, I didn’t know it could feel like this, feel this good. My hand is nothing compared to his, my touch so weak.
His eyes lift and he watches me as I squirm beneath him. “You like this?”
His thumb feels amazing, but that tongue of his. “Please.”
His jaw clenches.
“Do it again, please.”
His chest heaves. “What do you want?”
“Your tongue. Please.”
“Where do you want it?”
I feel like crying, I feel like breaking. My body trembles, my inside curling. I shake my
head, not able to form the words from embarrassment. The pressure between my legs
builds up into an acute, and beautiful pain.
“Jake, “I whisper, pleading.
“Where do you want it, baby?”
“I-,” I struggle, my cheeks heating. “I want your tongue on my pussy.”
“Good girl,” He dips down again, nibbling and swirling his tongue between my legs.
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“Yes, yes, yes,” 1 pant, my legs opening wider. I have to place one on top of the back of the seats, while the other pushes off the back of the passenger seat.
My breath turns shallow, my legs trembling.
He presses his tongue against my clit at the same moment he presses a finger inside me. It stings, it stretches me, but fuck does it feel good.
I suck in a breath, my body tensing and then, everything around me falls.
I scream, grabbing onto his hair as he continues to lick me. It rattles through me, my body convulsing, my vision blurring.
“Jake,” I whimper, my hips rocking into his mouth.
He hums, finally pulling away to press soft kisses to the inside of my thigh.
I try to catch my breath, my chest heaving as he sits up, still pumping his cock. I look at him, my breath catching in my throat as I wonder how it will fit if I hurt from his finger
alone.
Jake watches me, stroking himself. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Make sure you’re ready.
