Chapter 1: Introduction
The slam of Jonas's front door brought a knowing smile to my lips as I took in the stylish interior of his sleek, modern bachelor pad. I had spent enough time here to know the way the golden glow of the sun illuminated the expansive windows each morning, the way the light bounced off minimalist décor, throwing everything into sharp relief. The place was a modern oasis just a stone's throw from the city's inebriating chaos, his wood-floored sanctuary bathed in the warm golden colors of both sunrise and sunset.
It had style but didn't feel overdone; the perfect blend of minimalist charm and comfort.
A black leather couch paired beautifully with an earthy, low-profile wooden coffee table at its center, surrounded by potted ferns that breathed life into the space. A large television was attached to the wall nearby, leaving room for a sleek black piano tucked into the far corner like an extra piece of art meant for display. The long, expansive windows pulled the entire room together, offering up a panoramic view of the streets below.
A blade of sunlight landed and glimmered on a bottle of vodka, waiting patiently on the polished silver sideboard. It was the perfect juxtaposition of nature and man-made splendor.
"Susan?" Jonas's voice broke through the silence, his eyes narrowing momentarily as he turned to face me, towel slung over one shoulder and a hint of confusion dancing in his emerald green eyes. I was a stranger in his world, the siren who had stumbled upon his goddess of solitude.
Jonas, the stoic brother-in-arms to my partner, the fellow explorer and guide to countless adventures – but never my companion in love. Seeing that ageless fountain of vitality pooling in his loins as I stood there, aghast, my skin flushed with the heat of embarrassed interest, was not something I'd expected on this day.
His eyes wandered downwards, tracing my contours in their gaze.
The flush of arousal crept up my neck and stained my cheekbones a rosy hue as I took in the raw beauty of his masculinity. Suddenly, the small space felt too confined, the walls closing in as our eyes locked, and I swallowed hard.
"Jonas," I whispered, my voice hoarse with want.
My eyes fixated on the rigid length of his manhood protruding from beneath the towel.
The sight was intoxicating, sending a bolt of desire through my core. The unbearable heat building between my legs sent shivers down my spine, threatening to consume me from the inside out.
"Oh God, Jonas," I whisper-whispered, my voice wavering as I crossed the remaining distance between us.
Jonas was caught off guard. His green eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed with understanding. He took in my swaying, curvaceous body, dressed in nothing but an silken-thin dress that barely clung to my form.
My full breasts strained the delicate fabric, aching for release. My nipples were like twin rocks, hard and waiting, eager to be touched.
I approached him with intent, my fingers flexing at my sides as if to wrap themselves around the thick length of his manhood. My mind was in a whirlwind of desire, drowning in the scent of his masculinity. My panties were already soaked, and the wetness seeped through my dress, coating my skin and adding fuel to the fire.
I wanted Jonas, and I wanted him badly. My body moved with intention, driven by raw need and desire.
I reached out, letting my fingers skim over his hard, muscular body. The roughness of the hair on his chest sent tingles of pleasure down to my soft, sensitive core. I traced a path downward, finally wrapping my hand around his thick, throbbing shaft. His rod felt heavy and thick in my palm, and I squeezed gently, causing Jonas to inhale a ragged breath.
I couldn't resist; my eyes flicked up to gauge his reaction, only to find his gaze burning into me, filled with hunger and lust. My own desire swirled deep inside, making my knees weak with anticipation.
Unable to help myself, I stroked up and down his shaft, eliciting soft groans from him. My breathing sped up as my other hand came up to cup his balls, heavy in their sack. His breathing nearly matched mine - hot and heavy - as my touch on him grew more confident.
I slid his length through my grip, each movement causing a hitch in his breath.
"Fuck, Susan," he swore, his voice gritty and low.
The word 'fuck' on his lips did something to me. It sent a rush of heat up my spine, inflaming me further and dousing any lingering doubts in gasoline. My hand moved faster, and I applied more pressure. My imagination took over, wondering how it would feel to take that veiny, thick cock inside of me.
Would it stretch me more than I had ever been stretched? How would Jonas react when he finally slid into my aching, wet pussy?
Jonas, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, took control of the situation. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. My nipples hardened against his chest as my breasts were crushed against him; the friction sent electric waves of pleasure to my already overheated core. My dress wrinkled beneath his rough touch, the sound only igniting my desire further.
His fingers traced my curves before settling on my round, firm ass. He pulled me against his body, crushing my breasts into his muscular chest once more. I let out a gasp, my back arching involuntarily.
Jonas's lips were on mine in an instant, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth. The taste of mint exploded across my taste buds, mingling with the musky scent of our arousal. We were a storm - a whirlwind of hands and mouths and primal need.
My fingers gripped at his hair, pulling him closer to me as our tongues battled for dominance. I moaned into his mouth as he bit down on my lower lip, leaving a sharp sting that only served to heighten the pleasure.
"Inside me," I gasped, my voice ragged and lust-laden. "I want you inside me, now."
My words seemed to break the last of Jonas's resolve, and he lifted me into his arms without a moment's hesitation.
My legs wrapped around his waist, my dress bunching up around my hips as he carried me to the bedroom. His strength was evident in every step - the way he held me aloft as if I weighed nothing, the ease with which he navigated the short distance to the bed.
In an instant, Jonas had me pinned beneath him. My back pressed against the cool, crisp sheets as his weight settled on top of me. The contact with his hard, heated flesh set me ablaze - an inferno of lust and desire.
I could feel every inch of his muscular build pressed against my softer curves, the rigid length of his erection branding me a willing participant in this primal urge. His green eyes glinted with mischief as he smirked, dragging his mouth down my neck in a soul-stirring kiss.
His teeth grazed my collarbone, sending an exhilarating shockwave down my spine and straight between my aching thighs. His hands groped desperately at my curvaceous frame, desperate for more as his lips wandered further down my chest.
My boobs spilled out over his grasp, heavy and full and oh-so-delicious under the weight of his adoration. I thudded my head back onto the pillow, giving him greater access to my heaving, panting form.
"Jonas," I panted, the name a mix of surprisingly sweet and filthy on my lips. "Goddamn, Jonas..."
He let out a growl of approval, obviously pleased with the reaction he'd gotten from me.
His hand roamed to my hip and squeezed, pulling me even closer and grinding his hard, thick cock against my aching center. I cried out, unable to contain the whirlwind of pleasure his teasing had stirred inside of me.
He continued kissing a path down my chest, paying special attention to my nipples that were tight and sensitive from my own hands and now his mouth. The contrast between the cool air in the room and his hot, wet tongue was an erotic dance of sensations.
The weight of him, his strong hands gripping my hips, pulled a soft moan from my throat. I yearned for more, and he knew it, too. Every lick made me squirm and arch towards him, giving myself to him fully and without shame.
His tongue circled my clit, teasing me before he finally plunged it inside me. I cried out, pleasure rippling down my spine. I fisted my hands in the sheets above me, gripping tightly to try and ground myself in the moment.
I felt my insides clench and writhe, threatening to consume me completely. My body bucked and twisted above Jonas, having lost all control to the primal storm that raged within me.
The insistent rhythm of Jonas's hips drove me even further into oblivion as my climax mounted higher and higher. I panted and cried out as I came, hard and fast, writhing wildly beneath him. He held on tight as my muscles spasmed and quivered, my orgasm milking incredible waves of pleasure from him.
The sound of my moans and cries filled the space around us, his cock twitching with every convulsion that wracked my body.
But, even as the intense bliss of my orgasm ebbed away, I didn't want it to end. I needed more. I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him close, drawing him in. I wasn't ready for this encounter to be finished; I wanted him buried deep inside me, our bodies moving in a primal dance of pleasure.
Jonas must have sensed my need - he was already hard and ready.
With a devious smirk, he positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the heat of him against my swollen pussy lips, and my core clenched in response. He held himself there for a moment, teasing me, before thrusting deep inside in one powerful stroke.
I gasped at the sudden stretching sensation. My back arched up off the bed as I adjusted to the feeling of him buried to the hilt. His cock twitched within me, filling me completely in a way that made me dizzy with pleasure.
I swear I felt him touch my very soul with that one thrust.
Jonas stilled, barely breathing, as if waiting for me to adjust to his size. Little did he know, I had never felt so full or so alive. Our bodies fused as one in that moment, moving to a rhythm of our own creation. He slid out slowly before thrusting into me again, harder this time. My insides clenched, squeezing him in a velvet vice, drawing wild, wanton moans from both of us.
My head was thrown back against the pillow, my mouth dropping open as Jonas's cock pounded into me with a brutal, primal force. God, I was going to come, the pressure building slowly as he slid deeper and harder inside me.
When I did finally come unraveled, it was a volcanic explosion of pleasure that shot through me like molten lava. I cried out as my orgasm claimed me, involuntary spasms rippling through my entire body.
Jonas grunted in response, slamming into me with even more urgency. The sound of his hips smacking against my thighs echoed through the room, drowning out the soft hum of the city outside.
Jonas took control, building up a thunderous rhythm. I could do nothing but hold on for the ride, my fingernails digging into his back with every thrust. My damp dress was bunched around my waist, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his raw desire. For a moment, our eyes locked, a moment of quiet understanding passing between us.
He pulled back and thrust into me again, my swollen lips stretching around him as he buried himself. My back arched off the bed, a silent cry escaping my lips. The feeling of fullness sent sharp spikes of pleasure coursing through me, lighting up every nerve ending.
His fingers dug into my hips as he continued to fuck me, our bodies moving in time with one another. Sweat glistened on his skin as he panted above me, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. I met his every thrust, our bodies crashing together in a symphony of passion.
Our sweat-slicked skin slapped together, punctuated by the sound of filthy words and gasps for air.
"Fuck, Susan," Jonas growled. "You feel so fucking good."
His words only served to heighten my own pleasure. I had long thought about what it would be like to have Jonas like this - inside me, consuming me, pushing me to the brink of madness and back again. And now that the moment was finally here, I couldn't get enough.
I savored the feeling of him inside me, pounding me with a relentless force that brought electricity to every nerve. The slapping of our skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Jonas's husky voice whispering in my ear.
"You're so fucking tight, Susan. So fucking wet. I can feel every inch of you, gripping me tightly."
His crudeness only amplified my arousal. I writhed beneath him, a slave to the mind-numbing pleasure that only Jonas could create.
I needed more - craved it. His words ignited a fire deep within me, one that threatened to consume me utterly.
"Harder," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel you deeper. Take me, Jonas. Make me yours."
He didn't need any further persuading. His hips snapped forward, driving his throbbing cock head-first into the depths of my aching pussy. I screamed, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I took every inch of him.
"Fuck, Jonas! Harder," I demanded, wrapping my legs tightly around him, pulling him deeper inside me. I craved him, every inch of him.
Jonas gave in to my demands and thrust into me with abandon. Sweat dripped down his chiseled chest and onto me, making me feel him all over my body. It was raw, animalistic, and intoxicating.
He pounded into me like a man possessed, his balls slapping against me in time with his thrusts.
I shouted his name again and again, what little air left in my lungs spent in primal, wordless pleas. My body felt like a burning fire, growing hotter and more intense with each passing second.
Suddenly, Jonas stilled, his breath caught in his throat as he reached the precipice of his own climax. I felt his cock swell impossibly large inside me, and I knew he was about to release himself deep within me.
"Fuck!" he groaned, his head falling back as he came.
His cock pulsed, emptying himself into me with hot, thick jets of cum that triggered my own release once more. I screamed out his name, legs trembling with the effort not to pass out from the explosion of pleasure rocketing through my body.
We lay there, spent and limp, our bodies still connected yet slowing returning to the world around us. Jonas released a heavy sigh and slipped out of me, leaving me empty and aching for more.
He rolled to the side of the bed, a sheen of sweat covering his muscular form.
His erection began to soften, lying limp against his thigh. I on the other hand was left yearning, my core still pulsating and empty.
Wordlessly, I climbed on top of him, hovering just above his crotch. Our eyes locked and then narrowed, as if we were both thinking the same thing - hungry, lustful thoughts. I positioned myself above his hips and slowly lowered myself down onto his semi-erect shaft.
His cock, slick with our combined juices, slipped inside me easily. I took him in fully, feeling him fill me up again.
The way he stretched me made me groan with pleasure. He was bigger than my boyfriend, and I couldn't help but revel in the extra sensation.
I began to ride him, leaning forward to kiss his muscular chest and hard nipples. He grabbed my hips and thrust upwards to meet my movements. My breasts bounced and jiggled, causing Jonas to watch hungrily.
"Goddamn, Susan, you look amazing," he grunted out between thrusts.
I loved hearing him say my name. It brought a new layer of excitement to the scenario.
The thrill of the forbidden, the danger of discovery, and the knowledge that we were doing something vulnerable and taboo together, added another dimension to the experience I had never known before.
Both of us knowing full well that the results of this illicit affair could have disastrous consequences had us both playing with fire. But vulnerable is exactly where I wanted to be with Jonas, I thought to myself. I hummed in satisfaction as I ran my nails lightly down his back, my movements slow and deliberate.
I reveled in this stolen moment, in the feeling of his strong, hard body beneath me as we became one.
His hands were everywhere at once, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples before wandering down further to explore my wetness. I shivered in delight as he stroked my clit and plunged two fingers into me.
I don't know who moaned louder, him or me.
We were both lost in the delicious pleasure of the moment. I pushed myself further down onto him, taking him deeper with each rocking motion.
My pussy, like a hot vice, clung tightly to his rigid pole, milking every last drop of satisfaction I could wring from it.
"Fucking hell, Susie," Jonas growled, gripping my hips tightly as he ground himself into me. "I can't hold back any longer…"
His words made me jolt and press down harder, instantly bringing us both to the edge of orgasm. I closed my eyes and sagged onto his chest, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
Jonas didn't waste a second; he gradually pulled me upward and rolled us onto our sides, my back against his front. He nuzzled at my neck as his
beast-like lower body pressed against my ass. I let out a contented sigh and allowed him to hold me in place, gently moving his cock between my breasts and teasing me mercilessly.
"I
can't believe this..." he murmured, his voice still gruff but slightly calmer.
I could feel the outline of his still-erect cock between my breasts, and the sensation made my entire body tingle with pleasure.
I arched my back, pushing my chest further into his hands, wordlessly begging for more. Jonas took the hint and started to rock his hips forward, gliding his thick shaft against my skin.
My nipples were so sensitive, and I could feel every ridge of his cock as it slid against me. Each movement stoked the fire inside of me, and I felt a familiar ache begin to build between my legs.
I couldn't help but press backward, seeking more friction from his cock. He groaned, his teeth sinking gently into the sensitive skin of my neck.
"God, I want you again," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
I shivered as pleasure shot through me and I wiggled against him, grinding my ass over his bobbing cock. "You can have me any way you want," I murmured back, my own voice low and smoky.
He didn't need further invitation. He slipped free from my breasts, a trail of precum marking his path.
I shivered with excitement, knowing exactly what was coming. Jonas's hand found my inner thigh, and he teased his fingers upwards. I parted my legs eagerly, hips bucking in silent invitation.
His fingers brushed through my slick lips, the tip of one sliding easily inside me. "Jonas," I gasped, body wracked with shivers as he began to move his fingers in and out of me.
His other hand fisted in my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me back so he could kiss my neck.
His lips were warm and wet, his stubble scratchy against my skin. He licked and nibbled at my earlobe, then bit down gently, leaving me gasping and shaking.
"You like that?" he rasped, completely ignoring my boyfriend's presence as he cradled the back of my head and pulled me even closer.
I moaned in response, unable to think straight as he continued to devour my neck. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and hollow like an explorer charting uncharted territory.
Jonas found the spot that made me writhe in pleasure, as if I were a puppet master, pulling my strings to dance to his tune.
"I want you deep inside of me," I whispered, my voice husky with need. "Skin-to-skin, no boundaries between us."
Jonas's response was to press harder against my clit, stroking in circles until I was on the brink of an orgasm. I held onto the edge for as long as possible, my breath hitching every time his finger grazed a particularly delicious spot.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. With a pleading moan, I pushed back against him, inviting him to dive deeper.
He obliged, sliding two fingers into me as I quieted into a defeated whimper of pure bliss. My body quivered beneath his touch, my inner walls clenching and milking his fingers like they had been starved for too long.
He smirked at my invitation, pulling his fingers free and hiking up my skirt before toeing off my shoes and peeling my soaked panties to the side.
"You're always so eager for my cock," he groaned, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Jonas, please," I begged, already drowning in the sensations he'd already provided. I could feel every inch of him, pressing steadily against me as if hesitant to move. In return, I pushed back, inviting him inside and gasping as the tip of him breached my entrance.
I felt like I was melting - my mind was foggy and my knees weak as he slowly filled me with each careful inch.
My breath hitched in anticipation, my lungs burning for release as I sunk further down onto him.
Jonas groaned as I enveloped him, our bodies finally connected in the way I'd been craving for so long. Every muscle in me clenched, gripping him possessively as his masculine scent invaded my nose and made my head swim.
It was raw. It was filthy. It was perfect.
Jonas's grip on my hips tightened as he began to rock gently in and out of me. Each thrust pushed me further forward, my swollen clit grinding against his pubic bone. It was maddening - a delicious, rhythmic torture that sent spirals of pleasure rippling through me.
"Jonas…God, Jonas," I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder as he quickened his pace. The sound of our sweat-slicked bodies slapping together filled the room, filling me with a dirty satisfaction.
"Harder, Jonas," I moaned, encouraging him to move faster. I could feel my orgasm growing stronger with each thrust of his hips, his thick cock driving in and out of my soaked pussy.
"Fuck, Susan," he grunted out between pants. "You're so fucking tight around my cock."
I loved the sound of his filthy words in my ear; they made me feel deliciously slutty and sexy. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as our rhythm grew faster and more frenzied.
It was as if we were consumed by some primal urge, unable to resist each other's pull.
Sweat trickled down my face, mingling with his as our shared sex sounds filled the room.
"Oh God, Jonas...Right there...Fuck!" I cried out as my body quivered with the force of my orgasm. Jonas grunted, his movements becoming erratic as he fought to hold back his own release.
"Shit, Susan," he hissed, gripping my hips for purchase as he slammed into me with all the force he could muster. My body was shaking with pleasure, my breasts bouncing wildly as his cock plunged into me again and again. I craved the sting of his testicles slapping against my inner thighs, his coarse hair tickling my skin.
"Harder," I mewled, my mouth screaming for more as his cock drove into me.
Jonas obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and more feverish, pounding me like a relentless jackhammer. Each impact sent a shockwave through my core and the sounds emanating from our union were obscene, yet undeniably hot.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he grunted as he took me from behind. The raw, carnal desire in his voice only served to feed the inferno that burned between us.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back against him with each thrust. My breasts bounced wildly in response to the brutal, unrelenting force of his hips. Each powerful collision drove us both closer to an explosive, body-shuddering climax.
My nails dug into the sheets beneath me as the pressure built unbearably inside of me. The entire bed shook and creaked under our frantic lovemaking. My breathing came in ragged gasps as I prepared to burst, to unleash a torrent of pure pleasure.
My pussy walls clenched around Jonas's thick shaft, drawing him even deeper, the sensation building and building.
"Fuck, yes, baby," Jonas groaned, his hips snapping forward. "Take my cock." The tip of his dick hit a spot inside me that made my toes curl and a guttural moan escape my lips. The dirty talk made heat rise to my cheeks, but it also made pleasure unfurl in the depths of my belly.
The bed squeaked in protest beneath us as our bodies moved in harmony, desperate for release.
My orgasm was building, growing larger and more intense with every thrust of Jonas's hips. Jonas let out a guttural grunt, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my hips.
"You like that, don't you?" I taunted, my voice dripping with carnal desire. "You like the way I feel around your big dick, taking every inch of you."
"Yes," he hissed, his voice barely audible. "Fuck, yes."
His grip tightened on me as he drove into me harder and faster.
"Fuck, Susan, you make me so hard. You're so wet, I can feel every inch of you."
The feeling of his cock inside of me was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I could feel every vein in his shaft as he pushed deeper and deeper, filling me to the brim. I could feel him hitting my cervix, the sting only adding to the unbearable pleasure pulsing through me.
"I'm going to come," I cried out as I felt the orgasm building up inside of me.
Jonas grunted in response, slamming into me even harder. "Come with me, Susan. Come with me now."
My entire body tensed up as the orgasm hit me like a wave crashing onto the shore, leaving me gasping for breath. Jonas let out a deep, guttural groan as he came inside me, filling me with his hot, thick release.
We stood there for a moment, our bodies trembling with aftershocks as we caught our breath. I could feel Jonas's heart hammering against my back.
After a moment, he pulled out of me and I turned to face him. His cock was still semi-hard. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. Precum glistened on the tip.
"Fuck, Susan," he murmured, closing his eyes. "That feels so good."
I looked up at him and smiled wickedly. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. Jonas's eyes flew open and he groaned as I took him deeper into my mouth.
My lips stretched around his girth as I greedily sucked him off. I tasted the musky, salty essence of him on my tongue, spurring me on as I bobbed my head in a steady rhythm.
His large hands fisted in my hair, guiding my head to match his pace. His moans filled the room, fueling my own arousal as I felt his cock swell even larger against my tongue.
"Susan, you're going to make me cum," he growled out, his voice husky with lust.
I felt a surge of power knowing I had that kind of effect on him. I urged him to go harder, to give me everything he had. I was hungry for every ounce of pleasure he could offer.
His hands gripped my hips tightly as he relentlessly pounded into me. I felt him thrusting his hips upward in a desperate attempt to break through the final barrier separating us.
"Come for me, Jonas," I encouraged, breathing heavily.
His thrusts grew more hurried, more chaotic. I could tell he was holding back, trying to prolong the inevitable.
But I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to surrender to the pleasure that I knew he felt.
So I moaned louder, grinding my hips more forcefully against him.
"Yes," he growled, his fingers digging deeper into my skin. "Oh, fuck yes."
With one final thrust, he let out a guttural groan and stilled.
He collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies slick against each other, his hot, heavy weight pinning me to the bed. I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside me, releasing its embrace in waves as it quivers and pulsates.
"Holy fuck, Jonas," I breathed, amazed at the feeling of him inside me, buried deep within my body.
The bed creaked beneath our weight as we lay entwined, our bodies melted together, bodies slick with sweat and lost in the aftermath of the intense pleasure.
I lazily traced my fingers up and down the curve of his muscular ass, thrilling at the feeling of his well-defined muscles.
He groaned, pressing a soft kiss to the crook of my neck.
"Shit, Susan," he muttered, whispering the words like a dirty secret. "You feel so damn good."
I smiled to myself, reveling in the victory. I had wanted Jonas for so long, and now that I finally had him, I wasn't about to let him go.
I ran my fingers through his short, dark hair and nibbled on his ear. His breath hitched, causing my heart to race with excitement.
"Again, Jonas," I whispered in his ear. "I want you again."
He chuckled, the deep rumble causing a shiver to run down my spine.
"Susan, you're insatiable," he said, but the hunger in his voice made it clear that he didn't mind in the slightest.
I grinned and wiggled my hips, feeling him twitch inside me.
He grabbed my hips hard, pulling me down harder onto his shaft, his fingers leaving as many hickeys on my skin as he could.
"You little minx," he growled as he thrust up into me. "I can't believe it. You're even better than I imagined."
I moaned and squeezed my inner muscles around him, enjoying the feeling of his big, hard cock filling me up. I learned that day the difference between a lover and, well, a lover by embracing my insatiable desires.
I learned that sex wasn't just a carnal act, but an art, a dance that required attentiveness and patience when executed between two eager participants.
Fueled by our forbidden desires, we succumbed to the primal addiction that surged between us. Jonas's grip on me tightened, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he surged forward. My back met the cool, sleek glass of the shower, the coldness only adding to the thrilling sensation of Jonas's burning heat consuming me.
I braced myself against the wall and felt his thick, veiny cock push against my entry. I sighed in relief, the pressure building low in my core, threatening to consume me.
"Hold on, fuck," Jonas murmured, his breath hot and heavy on my ear. "Let me get in, baby."
He slipped in easily, and I gasped as he filled me to the brim. My hands gripped the glass, my knuckles turning white as I arched my back, pushing my ass against his hips.