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It was ironic really. Jake always wanted to pin you against anything, fuck you until you couldn’t form a single thought. And yet, here he was, tied to the rope of the hammock, so helpless.
You sit on the edge, watching as his body squirms. Pleads and begs leave his lips, the sound of his voice was like music to your ears. After he denied you of your climax one too many times last night, you knew you couldn’t keep letting him get away with it.
And you didn’t.
You had been denying him for the last hour. Pulling away from his cock the second it began to twitch deep in your throat.
“Baby. Baby please.” Whimpers fall from his lips. Begs are the only sentences that he can form. His cock was red and angry. Precum leaks from the swollen tip continuously, leaving strings that connect it to his lower abdomen. The sight left your entrance clenching around nothing.
As much as you wanted to sink down on his throbbing cock, you couldn’t. Not yet at least.
His arms pulled against the restraints, rubbing the skin raw from how tight you had them tied.
“It’s been long enough don’t you think, baby,” he whines. He stutters on every word doing his best to convince you to let him cum. His legs press tight together, his toes curl against the furs in the hammock. He must have forgotten how you begged for him to let you cum on his cock while he thrusted deep inside you the night before.
“Maybe you’re right,” you say, barely above a whisper, but a sly grin pulls at your lips.
You position yourself in between his legs once more, like you had been doing over and over. You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, and place a small kiss on his tip, but you had to be careful because at this point, he could cum from just about anything. His tip glides along your tongue, and you shove him deep down your throat, gagging around him.
“Fuck.”
His gaze finds yours. Spit slides down your chin, dripping onto his skin. Tears form in the corner of your eyes as you keep him positioned deep down your throat.
“Let me cum in your mouth baby please.” His voice was low. Husky and rough. His hips buck, begging for more friction, just enough to push him over the edge. You let him, because the second his cock begins to twitch you pull away once more.
“Baby, no please,” he whimpers. The look on his face was one you wish you could keep forever. A mess of begs and pleads.
You say nothing as you pull yourself up onto your feet, moving closer towards him until your entrance is in line with his cock. Both of your hands lay flat against his stomach, steadying yourself, and you slide yourself down slowly. Moans fall from your lips; groans fall from his in return.
Sitting pelvis to pelvis with him, you begin to slide up and down the length of his cock. The slick that had been leaking from you this entire time made it easy to glide against him. Relief runs through you as the veins and ridges of his shaft slide through your aching walls.
“Oh Jake,” you whine. The sight of him tied up, arms bursting against the ropes, head thrown back from the feeling of you wrapped around him, all of it drove you insane.
One hand slides down the front of your body until a finger lands on your swollen clit. You draw fast, harsh circles, pressing on the sensitive bundle of nerves with just enough pressure. Drilling yourself from below, your hips grind against your own finger creating a rhythm that was beyond pleasurable for both.
His arms pulled against the restraints, the desire to put his hands on your body was immense. To touch your hips. To touch your breasts. To fuck you from below.
You force yourself to keep your eyes open, to watch him. Your back arches, your breasts push together between your arms as you fuck yourself on his cock. His tip digs into your cervix with every drop down and you can feel him begin to twitch.
“Please baby. Please keep going.”
His words only fuel you more, your pace speeds up, harder, faster. The only sounds that fill the air are your moans, and his groans with the mix of skin slapping together. Heat builds in your lower belly, his cock stretches you wide, only adding to the pleasure. The circles you rub onto your clit become faster, your thrusts become sloppy.
Jake’s hips meet yours, trying his best to keep you steady even with his hands tied behind him. Moans of his name leave your lips; goosebumps line your skin as you walk the line of your climax.
“Cum on me baby. Let me feel you.” His voice was rough, begging, pleading. That was all it took to push you over the edge.
Your legs lock, your body twitches as cum gushes from your entrance. The rhythmic clenching drove Jake over the edge alongside you. His body jerks as relief finally hits him. Long, thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip deep into your core, more than he has even cum before. It leaks from your entrance, down his shaft, as you ride out the high shared between you.
“Fuck baby, fuck.” That was all he could say. You sit on him fully, catching your breath, but Jake was restless.
“You had your fun. Take this off.” All you can do is laugh quietly. He was funny for thinking either of you were getting any sleep tonight.