I woke up the morning after our intense encounter, my pussy still throbbing from Jake’s touch. His desperate plea and the taste of his cum lingered in my mind, fuelling my arousal. Today would be different; our game of temptation would reach its fucking peak.
As I dressed, I chose an outfit that was both casual and provocative – a thin top that showed my hard nipples and tight jeans that hugged my ass. I wanted Jake on edge, desperate to fuck me.
Throughout the day, we exchanged heated glances and stolen touches. My panties were soaked by lunchtime, Jake’s eyes burning with lust every time he looked at me. By evening, my pussy was throbbing with need, aching to be filled.
In my room, I sprawled on the bed, my hand slipping into my panties. I moaned softly, imagining Jake’s cock hardening as he watched me finger my wet cunt. Right on cue, a knock at the door broke my reverie.
I opened it to find Jake, his eyes dark with lust. “Come in,” I purred, my nipples visibly hard through my thin top.
As I closed the door, Jake’s gaze raked over my body. “So, what have you done to earn it?” I teased, my hand trailing down to cup my pussy through my jeans.
Jake’s voice was husky with need. “I’ve thought about what you want, what you crave. And I’m ready to give it to you – all of it.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, unbuttoning my jeans slowly. “And what do you think I want?”
Jake stepped closer, his breath hot on my skin. “You want control. You want to use me, to have me completely at your mercy. And I’m offering myself to you – no limits.”
I laughed, both surprised and aroused. “Is that so? How do you plan on delivering?”
Jake produced a velvet pouch, revealing silk restraints. “Tie me up. Use me. I’m yours to command.”
I took the restraints, electricity sparking between us. “What makes you think I want to tie you up?”
“Because you love having me at your mercy,” Jake growled. “You get off on controlling me, on making me beg for your pussy.”
“You’re right,” I admitted, heat pooling between my legs. “I do want to control you, to use you, to make you beg to fuck me.”
Jake’s eyes widened, his cock visibly straining against his jeans. “Then do it. Tie me up, use me, make me your fucking toy.”
I smiled wickedly. “Strip. Now.”
Jake hesitated only a moment before complying. He revealed his toned body, his cock rock hard and already leaking pre-cum.
I approached him, my fingers tracing his muscles. “You’re mine now,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “To command, to control, to use as I please.”
Jake groaned, his body trembling. “Yes, I’m yours. Completely.”
“Good. Now, lie down, arms above your head.”
As Jake positioned himself, I secured his wrists to the headboard. I stood back, admiring my handiwork – Jake spread out before me, vulnerable and aching with need.
I stood back, admiring my handiwork. Jake lay before me, his body on display, his cock hard and ready, pressing against his boxers. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the need for more.
“I want you to watch me,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Watch as I touch myself, as I pleasure myself, as I bring myself to the edge of orgasm. And you’re not to cum until I say so. Do you understand?”
Jake nodded, his eyes wide with desire. “Yes,” he said, his voice strained. “I understand. I will try for sure.”
I smiled wickedly and began to strip, my eyes never leaving Jake’s. I stood before him, completely naked, my pussy already wet with anticipation. I ran my hands over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until they were hard peaks. Slowly, I slid my hand down my stomach and between my legs. I spread my pussy lips, giving Jake a clear view as I began to circle my clit with my fingers. I moaned softly, feeling the pleasure build as I touched myself.
“Do you like what you see, Jake?” I purred, increasing the speed of my fingers. “Do you wish it was your cock inside me instead of my fingers?”
Jake groaned, straining against his restraints. “God, yes,” he gasped. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
I smirked, plunging two fingers deep inside my pussy. “Not yet,” I teased. “You have to earn it.”
I continued to fuck myself with my fingers, my other hand playing with my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, my thighs beginning to tremble. Jake watched intently, his cock visibly throbbing.
With a cry of ecstasy, I came hard, my pussy clenching around my fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me. I locked eyes with Jake as I rode out my orgasm, seeing the desperation and lust in his gaze.
As I came down from my high, I approached the bed, my body still tingling from my release. “You’ve done well so far,” I said, my voice husky. “But now, I want to feel your tongue on me.”
I straddled Jake’s face, positioning my still-sensitive pussy just above his mouth. “Lick me,” I commanded. “Make me cum with your tongue.”
Jake eagerly complied, his tongue darting out to taste my wet folds. He lapped at my pussy, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit. I ground against his face, chasing the pleasure his skilled tongue was providing.
“That’s it,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Jake redoubled his efforts, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. I could feel another orgasm building rapidly, my thighs beginning to shake on either side of his head.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped, grinding harder against his face. “Make me cum, Jake. Now!”
With a final, intense suck on my clit, I exploded. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I cried out, my pussy gushing as I came all over Jake’s face. He continued to lick me through my climax, prolonging my pleasure until it became almost too much to bear. Panting, I lifted myself off his face, looking down at him with satisfaction. Jake’s face was glistening with my juices, his eyes dark with unfulfilled desire.
“You’ve done so well,” I purred, trailing a finger down his chest. “I think you’ve earned a reward. But first, I want to feel your fingers inside me,” my voice low and sultry, dripping with desire.
His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and eagerness washing over his face. “You want me to touch you?” he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
“Yes,” I purred, sinking back onto the bed and spreading my legs slightly to give him a clear view of my glistening folds. “I want to feel your fingers exploring me. Make me cum.”
I slowly untied the silk restraints that held his arms to the headboard. Jake’s breath hitched as he shifted closer, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for me. The heat radiating from him only heightened my own arousal. As his fingers brushed against my thigh, I gasped softly, the sensation igniting a fire deep within me.
“Tell me what you want,” he urged, his voice low and filled with need.
“I want you to tease me,” I replied, locking eyes with him. “Take your time and make me beg for it.”
With a nod of understanding, Jake’s fingers began their journey. He started at my thighs, trailing soft touches that sent shivers through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations as he explored every inch of me with deliberate slowness.
“Just like that,” I encouraged him, feeling the tension build within me. His fingers danced closer to my core, teasingly brushing against my wetness before retreating again.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he finally pressed a finger between my folds.
I gasped at the contact, arching my back as he began to work his magic. His finger moved in slow circles around my clit while another slipped inside me, stretching and filling me perfectly. The sensation was overwhelming; pleasure coursed through me as he expertly combined pressure and rhythm.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair as I guided him deeper. “Don’t stop.”
Jake’s eyes were locked onto mine as he continued to pleasure me, his movements growing more confident with each passing moment. The tension built within me like a tightly coiled spring; I could feel myself approaching the edge.
“Are you close?” he asked breathlessly, clearly enjoying the sight of me unravelling beneath his touch.
“Yes,” I gasped out. “But I want more. Make me cum harder.”
He responded by quickening his pace, curling his fingers just right to hit that sweet spot inside me while his thumb worked expertly on my clit. The combination sent waves of pleasure crashing over me; I could feel myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
“Jake,” I cried out as pleasure washed over me in waves. “I’m going to—”
With a final thrust of his fingers and an intense flick of his thumb, I exploded into bliss. My body clenched around him as waves of pleasure surged through me, leaving me breathless and gasping for air.
As the last tremors of my orgasm faded away, I opened my eyes to find Jake watching me intently—his expression a mix of satisfaction and unfulfilled desire. His face glistened with my juices; it was clear how much he craved more.
“You’ve done so well,” I purred, trailing a finger down his chest as I came down from my high. “Now it’s your turn.”
With a wicked smile playing on my lips, I shifted positions above him. My heart raced at the thought of what was next; the anticipation crackled in the air between us like electricity.
“Now,” I said softly but firmly, “I want you to remember one thing.”
I leaned in closer until our faces were inches apart. “You don’t cum until I say so.”
Jake’s eyes darkened with lust as he nodded slowly, determination etched across his features. “Yes,” he managed to say, his voice strained with desire.
Slowly, deliberately, I aligned myself above him—my dripping pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock. The moment was charged with anticipation; every second felt like an eternity as we locked eyes.
With exquisite slowness, I lowered myself onto him, gasping as he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming; it was everything I’d craved and more. Jake let out a low, guttural moan beneath me as our bodies connected in perfect harmony. I placed a hand on his chest to steady him while our breaths mingled in the heated air around us.
“Patience,” I murmured playfully but with a hint of command.
I began to move slowly at first—a languid pace that had us both panting with need. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure: soft moans and gasps punctuating the air like music composed just for us. As I revelled in the feeling of control—watching Jake’s face contort with pleasure and effort—I knew that this was only the beginning of our wild exploration together.
“I want to,” he paused, his voice thick with need. “I want to touch you.”
I considered his request for a moment, “You’ve earned this,” I said, guiding his free hand to my breast.
Jake cupped my flesh eagerly, his thumb brushing over my nipple. The added stimulation sent sparks of pleasure through my body, and I increased my pace, chasing my release.
As I neared my climax, I could feel Jake tensing beneath me, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Not yet,” I gasped, my voice ragged. “Wait for me.”
With a few more deep thrusts, I felt the tension in my body snap. I cried out, waves of pleasure washing over me as my orgasm hit. My pussy clenched around Jake’s cock, pulsing with each wave of ecstasy.
As I came down from my high, I looked at Jake, seeing the desperation in his eyes. His face was flushed, his breathing ragged, and I knew he was right on the edge.
“Now,” I whispered, leaning in close. “Cum for me, Jake. Fill my pussy with your cum.”
With a guttural cry, Jake let go. I felt him pulsing inside me, his hot cum flooding my pussy as he thrust upwards. I clenched around him, milking every last drop as we rode out our shared orgasm together.
I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting and covered in sweat. I reached up to undo his remaining restraint, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. We lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of our intense fuck.
“That was…” Jake began, his voice filled with awe.
“Fucking incredible,” I finished, a satisfied smile on my face.
One thing was certain – our exploration of forbidden pleasures was far from over.
“You know,” I said, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him, “I think we’ve only scratched the surface of what we can do together.”
Jake’s eyes lit up with interest. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
I grinned mischievously. “Let’s just say, next time, it might be your turn to take control. If you think you can handle it, that is.”
Jake’s answering smile was both eager and challenging. “Oh, I can handle it. The question is, can you?”
As we drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement for what the future held. Our game of desire and control was far from over, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us next.
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A few days later, Chloe and Jake had the house to themselves for the evening, the room was dimly lit, filled with an electric anticipation that buzzed in the air. Soft music played in the background, creating an intimate atmosphere as Jake and Chloe drew closer. Their lips met tentatively, then with increasing urgency, as hands began to explore, tracing paths of heat and longing across their bodies.
Jake’s fingers tangled in Chloe’s hair, pulling her closer as she felt the familiar warmth of his body against hers. They lost themselves in deep, consuming kisses, their breaths mingling as desire built between them. The soft sounds of their kisses filled the air—a symphony of longing that drowned out the world outside. Minutes slipped away like seconds; time blurred around them until it felt like they were the only two people in existence.
Chloe could feel Jake’s heart pounding in sync with her own. Every touch ignited sparks that danced across her skin, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the heat radiating from their bodies. As they kissed, Chloe began to grind against him, feeling the friction through their clothes intensifying her desire.
The intensity between them grew as Chloe straddled Jake, still fully clothed. Her leggings rubbed against his jeans as she moved rhythmically, feeling the pressure build between them. The sensation was exhilarating but wasn’t enough. In a moment of shared understanding, Chloe paused to peel off her leggings, leaving her in her panties. She resumed her movements, now feeling the rough denim of Jake’s jeans against her softer fabric. The change heightened every sensation.
Jake responded by unzipping his jeans and pulling them down slightly, allowing Chloe’s panties to grind against his boxers. The barrier between them felt tantalisingly thin, each movement sending shivers through their bodies. Chloe continued to grind herself directly onto Jake’s erection, feeling his hardness through the thin fabric separating them. Each movement was deliberate, building a delicious tension that made it hard to think about anything else. With a quick motion, Chloe slipped off her panties, pressing bare against Jake’s boxers. The heat intensified; she felt every twitch of his desire against her skin
“Take off your boxers,” she whispered breathlessly.
He complied, and they rubbed together—skin on skin—electric and raw. The heat between them was palpable, their breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. She could feel his hardened erection pressing against her, and the sensation sent waves of desire coursing through her body. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her just as badly.
But there was a problem. Neither of them had a condom.
“It’s so dangerous right now,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew her body well, and she was acutely aware of the signs. The slight cramping, the subtle changes in her body, all indicators that she was at her most fertile time of the month.
The risk of pregnancy was high, and the thought of it made her hesitate, even as her body yearned to surrender completely.
She looked into his eyes, seeing the same struggle reflected back at her. The tension between them was almost unbearable, a mix of desire and caution that left them both on the edge.
“We can’t,” she said softly, even as her hips continued to move against him, driven by an instinct she couldn’t control. “Not without protection.”
He nodded, understanding her concern, but the fire in his eyes didn’t diminish. They were both caught in a moment of raw, unbridled passion, teetering on the edge of surrender.
“Can I just put in the tip?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both hesitation and desire. The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. Chloe’s heart raced with doubt and longing. She knew the risks, yet the craving was overwhelming. She nodded slightly, giving him permission.
Jake moved cautiously, positioning himself at her entrance. As he pressed just the tip inside her, a gasp escaped Chloe’s lips at the sensation—intense and electrifying. He paused, giving her time to adjust, their eyes locking in a moment of shared vulnerability. But as he slid in a little more, Chloe’s instincts kicked in.
“No more than that!” she urged breathlessly, trying to maintain control over the situation. “And don’t you dare fucking cum, you hear me?” Her voice was firm yet tinged with undeniable desire.
Despite her words, the connection between them deepened with each passing second. The initial restraint began to waver as Jake felt her body responding to him, drawing him further in.
“Is this okay?” he whispered again, seeking reassurance even as…
