Chapter 3: Rising Action
Jake's heart pounded in his chest like a drum, his breathing ragged as they stumbled through the darkened hallway of Samantha's apartment. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating fog. He could feel her fevered breath on his neck, her body pressed tightly against his, as if she was trying to meld their two forms into one.
They tumbled onto her bed, a chaotic expanse of disheveled sheets and a discarded wine bottle, its contents now little more than a sticky, crimson stain on the nightstand.
The room was cast in a dim, ethereal glow from the streetlights outside, the gilded bedposts and cobwebbed canopy casting long, twisted shadows across the scarred wooden floor.
Jake's hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the delicate line of her collarbone. Samantha wriggled out of her dress, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. She could hardly believe this was happening, that she was finally going to have him, all of him.
The thought sent a rush of heat between her legs, making her even wetter than she already was.
He yanked off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, dusted with dark hair. She ran her hands over him, marveling at the hard planes of his body. He was so different from her husband, who was soft and weak in every way. Jake was pure, raw power.
He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh. She moaned, arching her hips up to meet him.
"Fuck, Jake, I need you. Now."
He growled, a primal sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Samantha just smiled, her fingers digging into his arms. "I've been waiting for this for so long," she whispered.
He didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her, making her squirm with anticipation. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, his voice ragged.
"I can feel it, dripping down your thighs."
Samantha bit her lip, her hips bucking against him, urging him on. "Fuck me, Jake. Please."
He pushed in, slow and steady, filling her inch by agonizing inch. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clutching at the sheets. He was so much bigger than her husband, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her want to scream.
"Jesus, Samantha," he muttered, his forehead resting against hers.
"You feel so damn good. So tight and hot."
Samantha couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his firm ass, urging him to move. He obliged, slowly at first, pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then thrusting back in, filling her completely.
"More," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "I want more."
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of their fucking filling the room.
Samantha could feel every inch of him, the length, the girth, the velvety smoothness of his skin as it slid in and out of her. She moaned, the sound lost in the wet sucking noises their bodies made as they moved together.
Jake's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as he pounded into her. She loved the pain, the raw, primal feeling of being dominated by him. She arched her back, grinding against him, meeting his thrusts with her own.
"God, you're fucking incredible," he groaned, his breath hot on her neck.
"You feel so good, Samantha. So tight. So wet. So fucking perfect."
Samantha could feel the orgasm building inside her, like a volcano about to erupt. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. "Fuck me, Jake," she panted. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Samantha could feel the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room like a primal drumbeat.
She loved the raw, animalistic feel of it, the sense that they were losing control, that they were no longer in charge of their own bodies.
She wrapped her legs tighter around Jake's waist, her ankles locking behind him. She wanted him as deep as possible, wanted to feel him everywhere, in every part of her body.
"Fuck, Samantha," Jake grunted, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing my cock. Jesus Christ, it's so good."
His words sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
She loved hearing him talk like that, loved knowing that she was causing him so much pleasure. She tightened her grip on him, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, milking him.
"Jake," she gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. "I'm close. So fucking close."
He groaned, his body shuddering as he continued to thrust into her. "Yeah, baby," he grunted. "Come for me. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you like it."
His dirty talk was pushing her over the edge. She could feel the orgasm building, like a tidal wave about to crash over her.
Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she clung to him, her nails digging deeper into his back.
"Fuck, Jake," she panted. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come so hard."
He growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her entire body.
"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Come on. I want to feel you come."
His dirty words sent her spinning, her body convulsing as the orgasm exploded through her.
She screamed, her back arching off the bed as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around his cock.
"Fuck, Samantha," Jake groaned, his voice strained with effort. "I can feel you coming. It's so fucking hot."
He slowed his thrusts, allowing her to ride out her orgasm, his cock buried deep inside her. She could feel him still stroking her, his hips moving in small, shallow thrusts, prolonging her pleasure.
"Oh God, Jake," she panted, her body limp and boneless as the last of the aftershocks faded.
"That was...fuck."
He laughed, a low, sexy sound that sent another shiver through her. "Glad you liked it, sweetheart."
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. "Liked it? I fucking loved it. I've never come like that before."
His cock was still buried deep inside her, and she could feel him throbbing, his desire still as strong as ever. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"You're not done yet, are you?" she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr.
Jake smiled, his hips rocking into her as she squeezed him. "No, baby, I'm not. Not even close."
He pulled out of her, the feel of her slick, wet heat almost too much to bear. She moaned, following his movements, trying to keep him inside her.
"Hey, hey," he chuckled, holding her hips still. "You're going to have to let me do some of the work here."
Samantha pouted but let him move her, positioning her so that she was lying on her back, her legs spread wide.
Jake kneeled between her thighs, his cock standing tall and proud, glistening with her juices. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his length, her thumb sweeping over the head, spreading the precum that beaded there.
"Fuck, Samantha," Jake groaned, his hips bucking at her touch. "You're killing me here."
She smiled, her eyes locked onto his as she stroked him, her grip firm and steady. "I want to taste you," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"I want to feel your cock in my mouth."
Jake's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her suck her juices off her fingers. "You're going to kill me with that mouth of yours."
She smirked, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Only if you let me."
Jake chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He moved closer, positioning himself so that his cock was just inches from her face. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, her fingers barely able to touch.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and mischief, before she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste him.
Jake threw his head back, his hips jerking at the contact. "Fuck, Samantha," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
Samantha smiled around his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head up and down, her saliva coating his length, making him slick and slippery. She loved the taste of him, the musky, salty flavor that was uniquely him.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing with his heartbeat. She sucked him deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her lips working against the thick shaft.
"Fuck, Samantha," Jake growled, his fingers tangling in her short blonde hair, guiding her movements. "You're so fucking good at that. Take it all, baby. Take my entire cock down your throat."
She wanted to please him, to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. She relaxed her jaw, opening her throat as wide as she could, and took him deeper.
She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she swallowed, trying to take him in even further.
"Fuck, yes," Jake groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "That's it, baby. Take it all. You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth."
Samantha moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure down his length. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth, could taste the precum leaking from the head, coating her tongue.
Jake's hips began to move, fucking her mouth in slow, steady thrusts.
Samantha matched his pace, her hands moving up to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked. She could feel him getting harder, longer, his cock throbbing in her mouth.
"Fuck, Samantha," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your mouth feels like heaven. But I want to be inside your pussy again. I want to feel you gripping my cock while I fuck you."
Samantha pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet smack. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and love. "Your wish is my command," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
She stood up, her body swaying slightly as she bent over to pick up her dress, giving Jake a tantalizing view of her ass. She tossed the dress onto a chair and turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his.
"Come here," she said, her voice low and commanding.
Jake obeyed, his body moving like a predator stalking its prey. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close, his cock pressing against her stomach. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock, and she wanted it inside her.
She reached down, her hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance.
"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Now."
Jake growled, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. He grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him, and thrust into her in one smooth, powerful motion.
Samantha gasped at the sudden intrusion, her back arching as she took him fully. He was so big, so hard, and she loved every inch of him.
"Fuck, Jake," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"You feel so good."
Jake groaned, his hips moving in slow, shallow thrusts, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. "You feel so tight, Samantha. So goddamn tight."
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
"Yes, Jake," she panted. "Fuck me harder. I want all of you." Samantha could barely speak, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Jake's cock slammed into her with brutal force. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, every throbbing pulse of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her.
"Fuck, yes," Jake growled, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his body slick with sweat. "You want it all, don't you, you fucking slut?
You want me to pound that tight little cunt of yours until you can't take it anymore?" Jake growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
"Yes!" Samantha cried out, her body writhing beneath him, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. "Give it to me, Jake. Fuck me like you mean it."
Jake chuckled darkly, his hips continuing their relentless thrusting. "You're gonna get it, baby. You're gonna get every fucking inch of my cock.
Every. Last. Inch."
He pounded into her with a ferocity that left her breathless, her vision swimming with stars. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their combined moans and grunts filling the air like a symphony of lust.
Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Jake's cock hit that magical spot deep inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She moaned, loud and uninhibited, urging him on.
"That's it, baby," Jake groaned, his voice strained with effort. "I can feel you clenching around my cock.
You like that, don't you? You like feeling me deep inside you, filling you up?" Jake's voice was low and husky, a throbbing bass that vibrated through her body and set her on fire.
Samantha could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She could feel every inch of him, from the thick head of his cock to the base, where he was pressing against her g-spot with each thrust.
"You're so fucking tight," Jake growled, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "I can feel every little squeeze of your cunt, every pulse of your pussy. You like it when another man fuck you good behind your husband huh?
Hmm? You want to know how it feels to get fucked by a real man, yeah?" Jake's words were filthy, obscene, and Samantha was fucking loving it. She loved hearing him talk like this, loved the raw, primal edge to his voice.
"Yes," she gasped, her back arching off the bed as he continued to pound into her. "I love it when you fuck me like this. I love feeling you deep inside me, filling me up."
Jake grinned, a wicked, devilish smile that made Samantha's heart flutter with excitement. "You want more? You want me to fuck you even harder?
You want me to really pound that tight little pussy of yours?" Jake's voice was a low growl, filled with lust and desire.
Samantha could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Good girl," Jake said, his voice a dark purr. "Because I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
With that, he flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees. Samantha looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with lust. Jake grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and positioned himself at her entrance.
He didn't wait, didn't tease. He slammed into her, a brutal, relentless force that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her entire body.
"Fuck!" Samantha cried out, her hands clutching at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric. "Oh god, Jake, that's so fucking good."
Jake didn't reply, only growled, a primal, animalistic sound that sent a shiver of pure lust down her spine. He began to move, his hips pumping into her with a fierceness that left her breathless.
She could feel every inch of him, the thick shaft stretching her, filling her completely. He was fucking her with a relentless pace, his hips slamming against her ass, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the room.
"Oh, fuck, Jake," she moaned, her body trembling with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good. So deep. So hard."
Jake groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You like that, don't you, Samantha? Go on, I know talking shit about your husband turns you on”
Jake panted, the staccato of his voice matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before, not even close.
“Mmm, yeah”, Samantha moaned, pushing back against him, taking him deeper, wanting every fucking inch. “You're so much better than him, Jake. So much fucking bigger and harder. I can feel every inch of you, filling me up.”
Jake grunted, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound echoing in the room. “You’re such a fucking slut, Samantha.
Begging for my cock, aren’t you? Telling me how much better I am than your pathetic husband. You love it, don’t you? You love feeling like a real woman again.”
Jake’s words were filthy, raw, and they sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Samantha’s body. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, wanting every fucking inch.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I fucking love it. I love feeling you inside me, filling me up.
Stretching me wide open."
Jake's hand moved down to her ass, gripping her cheek tightly. He pulled back slightly before slamming into her again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room.
"You're so fucking tight, Samantha. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock like a vice. You love it, don't you? You love feeling my big cock stretching you out, fucking you raw."
Samantha's moans turned into whimpers as Jake's dirty talk pushed her closer to the edge. "Yes, Jake. I love it. I love feeling you inside me.
Feeling you stretch me wide open."
Jake's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. "You want more, Samantha? You want me to really fuck that tight little cunt of yours?"
Samantha nodded, her body trembling with desire. I want everything. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before."
Jake's cock throbbed inside her, the sensation driving him wild. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back and arching her back.
Samantha gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he took control and gave her no choice but to submit to him.
"You're a fucking whore, aren't you, Samantha?" he growled, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. "You love getting fucked by a real man, don't you?"
Samantha could only moan in response, her body trembling with each forceful thrust. She could feel her orgasm building, like a volcano ready to erupt.
“tell me how good i am than your puny husband . Say it while i fuck you like a dirty little slut.” Jake demanded, his voice hoarse and raw with desire.
His words sent a wave of pleasure through her body, her orgasm close enough to touch.
“Oh, Jake,” she cried out, her voice ragged with need. “You're so much better than him. You fill me up completely. You fuck me like a real man should.
You make me feel like a real woman.”
Jake grunted in response, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy. “That’s right, baby. Because you are a real woman. A real fucking slut who loves to get fucked hard.”
Samantha moaned, her body shaking with pleasure as Jake’s cock claimed her from behind. “Yes, Jake. I’m your fucking slut. Your whore. Use me. Use my body.”
Jake groaned, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm as he took her like a wild animal. “Fuck, Samantha. Look into that camera and say to your husband how good and how different it is to have a real cock inside you,” Jake growled, his pace quickening as he watched her body squirm under him.
Samantha’s eyes flickered to the small digital camera mounted on the nightstand, the red recording light blinking in the semi-darkness. She knew what Jake wanted to hear, and she couldn’t deny the thrill it sent through her body. She turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild with lust.
“It’s different, honey,” she panted, her voice trembling with excitement. “Jake’s cock is so much bigger.
So much better. He fills me up completely, honey. He fucks me like a real man. Like you never could.”
Jake’s growl turned into a snarl, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her entire body tremble. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. “You want more, Samantha? You want me to really use that tight little cunt of yours?”
Samantha moaned, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust. “Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it, Jake.
Turn me into your little fucktoy,” Samantha moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, urging him to go deeper, harder.
“You want that, don’t you, you dirty little slut?” Jake growled, his voice laced with satisfaction. “You want me to use that tight little cunt of yours until you can’t take it anymore.”
Samantha could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. Please.
Turn. Me. Into. Your. Little. Fucktoy," Samantha gasped between thrusts, her words punctuated by Jake's relentless pounding.
"You got it, baby," Jake groaned, his hips slamming against her ass, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. "I'm gonna use that tight little cunt of yours until you can't take it anymore."
He reached down and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back against him, impaling her on his cock.
“Are you seeing this?
See how much your wife loves it? See how she begs for it?” Jake taunted, his voice low and dark as he pistoned in and out of Samantha’s pussy. He could see the red light blinking on the camera, capturing every filthy moment. It turned him on knowing her husband would eventually see this, see the way she screamed for Jake’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Samantha cried out, her breath ragged and desperate. “Give it to me, Jake. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Jake chuckled, the sound harsh and rough. “You want it rough, baby?
You wanna feel like my little fucktoy?” Jake growled, his voice strained with effort as he continued to pound into her.
Samantha moaned her assent, her body trembling with each forceful thrust. I want it rough. I want you to use me like your little fucktoy.”
Jake grinned, a wicked, devilish smile that made Samantha’s heart flutter with excitement. “Your wish is my command, baby.”
He pulled out of her abruptly, leaving her empty and gasping. Samantha looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with lust and confusion.
"What are you doing?" she panted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Jake just smiled, his eyes dark with intent. "Patience, baby. I'm just getting started."
Before she could ask any more questions, Jake gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and flipped her onto her back. Samantha gasped, her eyes widening with surprise. Jake smirked, his hands moving to her wrists, pinning them down above her head.
"Jake, what are you doing?" Samantha asked, her voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
"I told you, baby. I need you to admit more of what you want from me that your husband don’t have the balls for. I need to hear you scream it out loud." Jake growled, his voice thick with desire.
Samantha's eyes widened, her mouth parting in a gasp as she realized what Jake was going to do. She tried to wriggle her hands free, but Jake's grip was like a vice.
"Jake, I... I can't..." she stammered, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear.
Jake smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Yes, you can, baby. And you're going to.
You're going to tell me every fucking filthy thing you want me to do to you," Jake growled, his body looming over hers, pinning her down with a threatening edge that sent a shiver of primal fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
"I... I don't know," Samantha stammered, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she tried to wriggle her hands free from Jake's iron grip. "Please, Jake. Let go of me."
His eyes flashed with dark intent, and he leaned down, his voice a low, dangerous purr in her ear.
"You're going to tell me how much you want it, Samantha. You're going to beg for it. And then, I'm going to give it to you."
Jake's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. Samantha squirmed beneath him, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. She had never felt this way before, so helpless, so completely at the mercy of another person. And it was terrifying. And thrilling.
"Tell me, Samantha," Jake growled, his breath hot on her face.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you. What does that little cunt of yours want?"
Samantha whimpered, her body writhing beneath him, her wrists pinned tightly above her head. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh, eager and ready. I don't know," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
Jake chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, you do. You know exactly what you want. Say it, Samantha.
Tell me what that greedy little pussy of yours wants." Jake's voice was a low, commanding rumble, sending shivers down her spine.
Samantha bit her lip, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I want you to fuck me harder, Jake. I want you to make me your little fucktoy."
Jake grinned, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "You like that, don't you? The idea of being my little fucktoy?"
Samantha nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered. "I want you to use me, Jake.
I want you to fuck me like a toy. Like I'm just a hole for you to fill." Samantha's words were barely a whisper, but they hung heavy in the room, laced with a raw, primal desire that made Jake's cock throb in anticipation.
He grinned, a wicked, predatory smile that sent a shiver of excitement down Samantha's spine. "You want it rough, baby? You want me to use that tight little pussy of yours until you can't take it anymore?"
Samantha nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Fuck me like that.
Make me your little fucktoy,” Samantha gasped, her body writhing beneath him, her wrists pinned tightly above her head.
Jake's eyes darkened, his grip on her wrists tightening as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. "You want me to use you like a toy, Samantha?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you until you can't take it anymore?" I want it.
I want all of it, Jake," Samantha whimpered, her body squirming beneath him, her hips shifting restlessly against the mattress.
A wicked smile spread across Jake's face as he released her wrists, his hands moving to grip her hips instead. He flipped her over onto her stomach, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her up onto her knees.
"You want it rough, baby?" Jake growled, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself behind her. "You want me to fuck you like you're a little slutty toy?" Jake asked, his voice a low, menacing growl as he lined up his cock with her dripping pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her, making her moan with desperation. Please," Samantha begged, her body trembling with need. "Fuck me like I'm your dirty little fucktoy. Tonight i’m all yours . I want to feel you pounding into me like you own me. I want my cunt to belong to you." Samantha's words were a desperate plea, her voice laced with raw need.
Jake groaned, his cock twitching against her entrance. "Fuck, Samantha. You're making me so hard.
Listen to you, begging for my cock like a dirty little slut." He thrust the head of his cock inside her, just enough to make her gasp. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.
I'm going to make this tight little cunt of yours mine, baby. You're going to feel me deep inside you, filling you up, using you like the little fucktoy you want to be. You ready for that, Samantha?" Jake's voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver of anticipation down Samantha's spine.
She nodded, her body trembling with need. I'm ready. I want it all. I want you to use me, to fuck me like I'm your dirty little fucktoy."
Jake chuckled, a dark sound that made Samantha's heart race. "Good girl. Look into that camera one more time and say what you are . Tell your husband what you're going to be tonight."
Samantha turned her head to the side, her eyes locking onto the camera. She could see the red light blinking, capturing every dirty moment. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She loved the idea of her husband seeing this later, of him knowing how much she loved being used by Jake, of him knowing what a filthy slut she was becoming.
"I'm your little fucktoy, honey," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Tonight, I'm not your wife. I'm just a hole for Jake to fill.
Fuck me like your little slutty toy."
Jake groaned, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. He slammed into her, a brutal, punishing force that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body.