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Bright morning light filters through the half-open blinds, painting sun-kissed stripes across the tangled sheets as Jack stirs slowly awake. When his eyes blink open, he finds your side of the bed empty but still warm, still holding your lingering scent. It mixes with that whiff of something sweet cooking that travels from the kitchen to the bedroom. He doesn't have to be a detective to put together that's you in the kitchen when he recognizes the distinct aroma of waffles, your favorite.
As he turns to the side, he catches the sound of your steps in the hallway before you come into sight at the doorway, carrying a tray with food that makes his stomach ache.
Like a dream he manifested, you're wearing nothing but one of his blue dress shirts, the one he wore the day before. It's half unbuttoned, the collar is loose enough to reveal one shoulder, half of your breasts and all the marks he printed on your skin last night. It could be his best artwork yet. Though you probably won’t agree to that.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” your lips curve softly as you step inside.
“Morning, baby.”
Jack sits up against the headboard, broad chest showing over the sheet that barely covers his lower half, letting you catch the faint outline of a semi hard beneath the fabric as you sit down in front of him—carefully settling the tray on the mattress between you two.
On the tray, he finds two servings, each coming with its own glass with juice. One of the plates holds two steaming waffles, topped with banana slices, and the second one also has waffles but buried under a mountain of whipped cream and a touch of strawberry syrup.
“You did this for me?” His head tilts to the side as you lean closer to a soft kiss on his lips.
“Uh-hm.”
“What's the special occasion, sweetheart?”
“The special occasion is that I love you, and I was hungry.”
He scoffs. “That explains the whipped cream.”
Your fingers reach to pick up a piece of banana and bring it to his curling lips. He takes it, slightly touching the tip of your fingers with his tongue. As he savors the piece of fruit, he grabs your hand before you can take it away and kisses your knuckles.
“You're the best, baby.”
“I know,” you say casually, a smile tugging your lips as you pick up your fork.
You dig into the corner of one of your waffles, Jack does the same. His eyes keep trailing down your skin, down the opening of his shirt, while he swallows every bit of love put on his food.
He then mirrors your gesture and picks up a slice of banana, dips it in your whipped cream and holds it close to your mouth.
“Here, you could use some more fruit.”
“Hm,” pretending to take a bite around his knuckles, you slide it off his fingers and swipe with your tongue the touch of whipped cream that sticks to your bottom lip.
“Y’know,” you say after swallowing. “I had enough banana last night. You’ve reached your limit to ask me to put stuff in my mouth. At least for this week.”
“Walk right into that one, huh?” he huffs a laugh, hanging his head to the side.
“Right so.” You scoff and watch him pick up another slice to do the same—dips it in cream, lifts it up to your lips.
“Say what you will, but I know you love when I put stuff in your mouth.”
Unable to resist the bait, you collect the second one, and a third one. On the fourth one, though, something compels you to take just his pointer finger deeper into your mouth. You wrap your around his third knuckle, and slowly pull back, licking it clean. He bites his lower lip. And the next thing he feeds you are his pointer and middle fingers dipped in whipped cream. He pushes them gently between your teeth, smearing your lips with more cream. You savor the sweet texture and swallow it all, but his fingers don’t leave your mouth. He pushes them in and out as the air in the room grows hotter. His eyes fix on the way you suck in his fingers just like you do with his cock sometimes, and delights in the beauty of your mouth, taking everything he offers with great pleasure. When he pulls them out, it’s only to collect the cream leftover around your lips and shove them back inside. This time you suck harder, lips pressuring around his knuckles with such a tight grip it makes his dick ache.
Your eyes glance down to see his free hand adjusting the ever-growing erection beneath the sheets. And your lips curved up slightly around his fingers.
“Thought you said you had enough,” he utters deep in his throat. “But you always want more, huh?”
You’re about to protest, but his fingertips are now pushing deeper into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. He presses his thumb right under your chin with a good grip so you can pull away. Jack keeps thrusting his fingers in and out, collecting your saliva around his knuckles, letting it slip out of the corner of your mouth.
“Look at you. You’re so greedy.” His voice turns into something deep and dirty that tights up your core. “You love when I stretch all your filthy holes, right, sweetheart?”
Fighting the urge to put a hand between your legs, you simply nod at his question.
“Get the tray out of the way.” He asks, and you obey, blindly grabbing the handles and putting away on your empty side of the bed.
Jack then tugs a little on your mouth, and you scoot closer, lifting your ass so you can sit right on his lap.
“That’s it. I know exactly what you want.”
His free hand lands on the curve of your ass, bringing your hips closer to his center so you can feel his erection between your legs over the thin fabric of a soft blue sheet. You brace your hands on his shoulders as his palm slides under the hem of the shirt to feel your bare ass.
“Not wearing panties, either.” He breathes closer to your jaw, his warm breath growing hotter by the second. “You want me to make a mess out of you, don’t you, baby?”
The fingers on your mouth persistently keep your mouth from ejecting anything other than an eager hum.
When you’ve had enough, you grab his wrist, and he obediently pulls them out at your request. Breathing close to his mouth, you hold his jaw, coaxing it open so you can spit the amount of saliva pooling in yours. He gladly takes it with a wide smile, and then you kiss him. You lock your lips against his, slot your tongue viciously into the depths of his mouth to prove his theory—you do love having him inside… inside your mouth, inside your pussy, inside any hole he wants to fill.
His hands now roam your body with the same hunger your lips devour Jack's mouth. He slides the shirt off your shoulders, forcing those few fastened buttons to break at once so he can take it off you. Now you're completely naked, hips rocking back and forth against his erection. The drops of your arousal stain the delicate fabric of that sheet that's tucked between your sex and his.
There's a heat burning your lips in the messy frenzy of your kiss. Tastes better than any food, leaves you hungrier for more, too. It's filled with passion and desperation, fire catching at the sloppy dance of your tongues between tart-covered moans and grunts.
Jack keeps pawing your body, finding new places to print the shape of his palms. You feel his cock stiffening and twitching beneath the sheet. You reach and pull the fabric aside so you can sink onto him. Parting from his lips for a second, you glance down and see his cock disappearing into your pussy inch after inch. He captures the moment your mouth forms a perfect O when he's fully buried inside you. He throbs in the tight space at the rhythm of your walls pulsing back around him before you even start moving.
Staring into the darkness spreading across his gaze, you wave your body gently as one of his hands slips from your neck down to your lower abdomen. You close your eyes and enjoy the way his fingers massage your flesh right on your mound. It’s almost just as great as when he touches directly on your clit. He draws long hard circles around for a minute before pulling his hand away so he can mouth instead at your chest. He traces those marks he left yesterday. They all make a map worth revisiting with his tongue. It goes along your neck, collarbones, and breasts. His vicious tongue touches every one of them before driving the tip of his tongue to flick one of your nipples.
Your body arches and shudders at the sensation of his lips sucking your tit. He uses his teeth to lightly scrape the puckered skin.
When he pulls back, you fall against his chest, hugging his shoulders. You keep the same rhythm on your hips, steady but lazy, as one of his hands finds your mouth again.
“Spit,” Jack asks, and barely a drop falls between your lips. “A little more, sweetheart.”
You begrudgingly gather a bigger dollop of saliva in your mouth and pour it onto his fingers.
“Good girl.”
His other hand reaches to hold one side of your ass, tugging a little so he can slip his spit-covered digits between your cheeks. He carefully spreads your saliva around the puckered ring of your ass. It makes you almost still altogether, but you find yourself grinding against his fingers.
You clutch your fists around his biceps while he keeps teasing at your tight entrance. The circles grow gradually firmer, and your juices slide gradually heavier along your thighs. You're still barely moving, but the fire pressing on your belly quickly pushes you over the edge, almost accidentally. Before you can stop yourself from coming, your opening suddenly contracts around him firmly, as that nice buzzing bliss runs all over your body.
He's still buried inside you when you come back to your senses. His fingers are no longer moving around your ass, but they are still glued to that spot.
“Can I plug this one now?” He whispers in your ear.
“Please,” it comes out in a desperate moan against his shoulder.
“God, I like it when you beg like that.” He kisses your hair and shifts lightly.
His hand is close enough to extend to that drawer in the side table to collect your favorite purple plug and a tube of lubricant.
“Turn around, sweetheart. Let me see that beautiful ass.”
With a tired smile, you lift your hips, releasing his raging erection.
Facing away, you get to all fours as he dresses the plug in a thick layer of lube.
You feel his lips touching the curve of your hips before he gently presses the tip of the plug into your ass.
“Relax for me, baby.”
Lowering the top half of your body, you lean on your forearms, close your eyes and focus to keep those walls relaxed when he prods the plug a little deep. You're already used to the size, used to that sweet pressure as it breaches past the wider part of the bulb. He moves it carefully in and out a few times, watching your gaping hole widening before setting it into place.
“There you go,” he prints another kiss on the other side of your rear, and you release a deep sigh as he lightly taps the base sticking out of your hole. Then his fingers dip into your folds to collect your juices. “Always dripping for me like a good little slut, aren't you?”
Before you can respond, he's adjusting your position, pulling your hips back onto his lap so he can plug his cock back into your pussy. You're still on your knees, facing away from him, as his tight grip directs your hips to bounce on his lap. You brace your hands on his legs as Jack watches the round shape of your hips rocking perfectly to his whims, taking him deep, feeling the bump inside your pussy through that wall that separates your holes.
It seems like he’s pleased by all of it, but he’s not nearly down with you yet. He still thinks of your mouth being empty now and reaches back to that dirty drawer to pick up another toy.
One of his hands then wraps around your neck, pulling your back against his chest.
“Open for me,” he asks, holding a dildo that matches the color of your plug up to your mouth. The silicone tip is already kissing your lips before they part wider to take it in. He gently shoves inside, sliding it across your tongue until it touches the back of your mouth. “There you go. Always so hungry for more, yeah?”
You moan round the dildo as another orgasm builds up lower in your belly. It coils tighter, presses hotter from inside as you find yourself surrendered to his desire of filling you like this, of owning every opening of your body.
Your head leans back on his shoulder as he thrusts the dildo repeatedly into your mouth.
You’re the one keeping your hips moving, chasing that second orgasm that shakes your body deep in your core.
“God, you’re gonna make me come,” his breathing falters against your ear. “Want me to fill your pussy, yeah?”
You moan in response as more saliva trickles down your chin, as more of your arousal relentlessly falls down your legs. The lewd sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room, mixing with his grunts, your ragged breathing and muffled moans. Your movement fueled by a heat you can’t control takes over. Switching into overdrive, you exert the way your ass bounces against his lap. He keeps the dildo in your mouth but releases the base so he can help your hips move faster. Your skin slaps against his as one of his hands slams the curve of your ass. His fingers dig harder on your flesh when he’s about to come undone, pushing you to sink harder until his cock twitches, feeding your pussy hot spurts of his seed that stick to your walls.
He holds his arms tightly around you as he rides that blinding wave of pleasure, stilling you against his chest while his breathing evens out. He keeps you in that position for a long moment before reaching to take the dildo out of your mouth; a thick string of saliva remains untouched before the dildo is let to rest aside. His cock is still deep inside you, keeping his semen from sliding out. You’re tired but still buzzing in that bliss when his fingers curl over your lap to find your clit. He strokes gently back and forth, your sensitive skin makes you ache again, makes your body strain as he aims to feel your walls contract around his erection.
“Come for me again, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your skin. “I know you want to.”
He mouths your neck while his fingers work tiredly to coax another orgasm out of you. The pressure feels tighter this time and when you reach the edge you feel the climb is higher than the first time around. Your body seizes up at the tip of his fingers as your walls crumble once more around him.