Chapter 2: Building Tension
Jocelyn sat at the grand wooden table in the sorority house dining hall, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sights around her. She had never felt so out of place before, as she looked around at the beautiful, polished girls, all chattering animatedly as they dug into their elegant, gourmet meals. Erica, her newfound friend, sat beside her, beaming at her with a sense of pride and excitement, while Jocelyn could barely muster a smile.
"So, Joce, tell us more about yourself," one of the sorority sisters asked, a tall blonde with a perfect complexion and an even more perfect smile, as she looked at Jocelyn expectantly. The girls around her giggled in anticipation of her answer. "I mean, aside from the fact that you're hot as fuck obvi" the sorority girl continued.
Jocelyn looked back down at the outfit she'd put on at Erica's.
The black micro-mini skirt and crop top made her feel so exposed, but the looks she was getting from the girls around the table made her feel powerful. They were looking at her with a mixture of admiration and envy, and it was a heady feeling.
"Well," Jocelyn began, trying to keep her breathing steady as all eyes were focused on her. Normally, she probably would have said something rather nerdy in a situation like this, or any situation really, but strangely, she felt herself struggling to come up with any sort of academic comment about herself or the things she liked to do. In fact, just like in Mr Thompson's class earlier today, she was finding herself getting bored the more she thought about such topics. As she finally came up with something to say, Jocelyn was entirely unaware of how airheaded she sounded to other sorority girls. "Um well like honestly, I just like really like to wine and chill, ya know? Books and Netflix, sometimes a little bit of both. But if I'm being real, I have like zero time for a social life anyway. My studies come first," she babbled, feeling a bit awkward at the attention she was getting. Erica gave her a supportive nod, urging her to continue.
"Aaaaaand i like kind of have a date with you-know-who later this week," Jocelyn added, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. The name alone ignited a flicker of excitement in the eyes of the other girls around the table.
The sorority sister who asked the question raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer, as if inviting Jocelyn to share a secret. "Oooo come on gurlie, dish ," she urged, winking playfully. Despite her usual reserved nature, Jocelyn found herself oddly willing to gossip with these girls about Mark.
"Well, you know that guy in Erica's calc class, Mark ?" Jocelyn said, lowering her voice and leaning in closer.
The sorority sisters all nodded, their eyes sparkling with interest, and the one who initially asked the question gasped. "OMG you mean the one with the huge cock?
Like, huge?" one of the taller girls asked with unabashed curiosity. Jocelyn raised her eyebrows, amused and surprised at the directness of the question, as she thought back to the picture Erica showed her during class. "Yessssss " she confirmed, her voice dropping to a low purr.
The sorority girls around her erupted into a cacophony of excited whispers and gasps, and Jocelyn couldn't help but feel a thrill run down her spine at the attention. She had never been the center of such a scandalous conversation before, and she found that she was enjoying it.
Erica grinned at her new friend, taking a sip of her wine as she leaned back in her chair.
"I can't believe you just said that," she laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I have to admit, I can't wait to hear how it goes with you and Mark."
Jocelyn felt her face flush at the mention of Mark's name. "Yeah, me neither," she admitted, taking a delicate sip of her wine and hiding her nerves behind a small smile. Erica started giggling like a school girl as she spoke to her sorority sisters "omg you guys should have seen the looks on Jocelyn's face when I showed her a pic of his cock, gurlie was practically droolinggggg" she said, causing waves of laughter to fill the dining hall. Jocelyn felt her face flush again as the memory of Erica's photo came rushing back to her. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing heart. The thought of finally having Mark inside of her was driving her wild, her body fully aware of the tension building up between them. "Y'all it was so fucking big I couldn't help ittttt" Jocelyn practically whined at the other girls.
They all burst out into laughter and she couldn't help but join in. She felt a warmth spread through her chest and the knot in her stomach loosened. These girls were her friends now, she could trust them.
"Oh, we know" one of them said with a wink "Mark's cock is legendary around here. We're all dying to get a taste of it. You're DEFINITELY Mark's type too" she said, looking at Jocelyn with admiration.
Jocelyn felt the blood rush to her cheeks. "OMG really? What makes you say that?" Jocelyn said with a vapid smile. Erica and the other sorority sisters erupted into peals of laughter, their faces flushed with a mix of excitement and amusement. The one who Jocelyn was asking the question to quickly responded after she stopped giggling.
"Well, Jocelyn, Mark has a reputation around here, and I don't just mean the one about his huge cock," she said with a wink. "Mark likes bimbos babe. And you have it all like honestly girlie. Hot as fuck, fun, bubbly, a little ditsy
," the sorority sister continued, eliciting more giggles from the group.
Jocelyn couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by the comment. Sure, she had been feeling more confident and outgoing lately, but she didn't consider herself to be 'ditsy'. Still, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her veins at the thought of being Mark's type. She had never felt so desired before, so wanted.
As the conversation continued, Jocelyn was curious to get the girl to elaborate a bit on what she'd said earlier, still wanting clarification on what she meant in spite of her overall happiness with the conversation. "So, like, just like, curious, what makes you say I'm a little ditsy ?" Jocelyn asked, taking another sip of her wine as she cocked her head to the side, trying to make sense of the girl's words.
The sorority sister paused for a moment before answering, sizing Jocelyn up with a critical eye. "Well, have you seen the way you walk in those heels, and that top that barely covers your tits? And the way you just admitted that all you do is wine and chill, with zero social life or focus on your studies.
I mean no offense, Jocelyn, but you just seem like the perfect package of a bimbo to me. And trust me, that's exactly what Mark likes."
Normally, Jocelyn would have been deeply insulted, borderline furious, about the way that the girl spoke of her, and part of her did still want to be sad, in the moment, however, to add to the day's strange turn of events, Jocelyn giggled, feeling oddly happy and appreciative of the assessment.
"You really think so?" Jocelyn asked, as she took a hearty gulp of her wine and pushed her food around on her plate, the aroma of sauce and grilled meat suddenly filling her nostrils. The other girls looked back at her, surprised, but pleased, that she seemed to be warming up to their dynamic.
"Of course we do, girl. I mean, look at you.
You radiate sexual energy. Mark's going to fucking love you. And anyway, who cares if you're not smart girl? You literally have like the biggest titties I've ever seen " the sorority sister finished with a lingering glance at Jocelyn's impressive assets. Jocelyn couldn't help but feel the blood rush to her face, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never received compliments like this before, and the thought of being deemed "hot as fuck" and having a "legendary" reputation with the opposite sex was utterly exhilarating. "Thank uuuu yeah I guess I should like, stop worrying about my brains so much, or whatever ," Jocelyn said with an airy laugh as she took yet another gulp of her wine.
The sorority sister who had been speaking leaned in, looking at Jocelyn with a mixture of excitement and mischievousness. "Literally though like honestly gurlie I'm surprised you're even in college , because you just give off that vibe where you want to drop out and get fucked by hot guys all the time.
Personally I think you should drop out already ", she said with a wink, eliciting more laughter from the group.
Jocelyn couldn't help but feel her heart start to race. This was not at all like her. But as she took another sip of her wine, she felt herself growing more and more comfortable with the idea. "Honestly I might, like literally calc class was soooo boring today like I almost wanted to drop out on the spot. Thompson just speaks and that like same fucking voice the whole time and like none of the shit he said made sense. You can ask Erica I was literally like almost like falling asleep during class, like literally with my eyes open and shit.
Her new friends laughed at her joke, some of them playfully hitting the back of her shoulder in approval. Jocelyn couldn't help but smile back at them, feeling a warmth spread in her chest. It was strange to her how she can just open up to these girls, with their perfect hair and bright, flashy clothes, without caring if they would look down on her or not. She was only used to having a certain image back in her dorm room and with her classmates.
"Honestly, I think you should.
You could drop out and we could all go wild together," the sorority sister suggested, as the girls all laughed uproariously. Jocelyn found herself laughing along with them, feeling their infectious energy wash over her like a wave. She felt a warmth spread through her chest as she looked at these girls, seeing their bright, open faces, and feeling a sense of belonging that she had never experienced before.
"Okay, okay, I'll consider it," Jocelyn said with a grin, as she raised her wine glass in a toast to her new friends.
"But for now, let's just focus on the fact that I have a date with a certain hot guy later this week. Any last-minute advice?"
Erica chuckled. "Nah, just be yourself. Embrace the bimbo girl ," Erica said with a grin as they clinked their glasses together. "And give us all the dirty details after, okay?"
Jocelyn giggled, feeling her excitement grow as she imagined what was to come with Mark. She had never been this bold before, but something about these girls made her feel brave and adventurous. It was almost like they had awakened a side of her that she never knew existed.
The rest of the evening passed quickly, with Jocelyn finding herself fully embracing the new persona that the sorority sisters seemed to adore. "Ohmygawddd guys should I like made a insta?
I bet Mark would totally follow me," Jocelyn giggled as she typed away at her phone, her fingers flying over the keys as she put together the perfect bimbo-worthy Instagram profile. She had never thought about posting thirst traps before, but something about the idea of being desired by not just Mark, but a legion of admirers, was incredibly thrilling to her. Jocelyn started giggling harder as she typed in the name of the account:@ BimboJoc. Some of the other girls immediately started helping her with setting the account up.
"What a great handle, girlie! Here let's take some pics so we can all tag you and boost your followers," one of the sorority girls said as she pulled out her phone.
Jocelyn felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at the camera, arching her back and thrusting her chest out.
The girls all cooed and awwwwed as they looked at the pictures, and Jocelyn couldn't help but feel herself growing more and more turned on by their reactions.
It was like she was a completely different person, a sex symbol, and it was liberating.
She had always been known for her intelligence and her quick wit, but now she was embracing a different side of herself.
Jocelyn felt the tension in her body as she thought about Mark and all the things she wanted him to do to her. Every time she posed for one of the pictures, she imaged him seeing them.
She could feel her body growing warmer, heat pooling between her legs as she ran her fingers through her hair, pouting her lips and biting her bottom lip. The other girls swooned over the pictures, and Jocelyn couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as she uploaded them to her new Instagram profile. Erica took the liberty of writing out a profile description for her as well, it read: "Bimbo Joc, the baddest bimbo around. Loves wine, men, and cashing checks. Give her your heart (and your bank account)!". Jocelyn giggled, feeling her ego grow. She was being sexualized in front of her friends, and loving every second of it.
As the night wore on, the girls began to talk about their upcoming plans for the weekend, and Jocelyn found herself participating, almost instinctively, in the conversation. She was giving them ideas for parties, and even agreeing to help plan one. "We're actually planning on going to a frat party Delta Mu is throwing in a couple hours if you wanna come babes ," one of the sorority sisters said with a cheery smile.
Jocelyn hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was ready for such a social event. She had never been a fan of parties, even if they did offer the possibility of meeting up with Mark.
But Erica saw the uncertainty in Jocelyn's eyes and quickly snapped her out of it. "Come on, Joce, you know you wanna.
It'll be fun, I promise," Erica said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Jocelyn hesitated for a moment, the thought of going to a frat party making her nervous. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she was curious. She had never been to a real college party before, and the idea of letting loose and dancing with all the sexy guys around was appealing. Plus, it was the perfect opportunity to show off her new bimbo alter ego. "Alright, fine.
I'll go," Jocelyn conceded, unable to resist the allure of the party any longer. Erica squealed with excitement and clapped her hands together, before pulling Jocelyn up from her seat and leading her towards the mirror.
"Come on, we need to get you ready for this," she said with a mischievous grin. Jocelyn followed Erica to the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at herself, staring into her reflection's brown eyes, unsure of what Erica had in mind.
"Let's start with your hair," Erica said, pulling out a straightener and a hair curler. "I'm thinking loose curls, with this gorgeous brown hair of yours. It'll be perfect for a frat party."
Jocelyn watched as Erica began to work on her hair, the hot metal of the curling iron sizzling against her strands.
Erica smiled up at her confidently as she worked, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the transformation she was going to create. Jocelyn couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was used to wearing her short, relatively low maintenance hair in its natural state, but as Erica worked her magic, Jocelyn couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer beauty that emerged from the iron.
Her hair cascaded in soft waves, each strand catching the light just so and making her look like she'd just stepped off a movie set. She looked stunning, and her confidence grew as the other girls oohed and ahhed over her hair.
"Alright, gorgeous. All done with your hair. Now, on to the makeup ," Erica said, pulling out a plethora of makeup products. As she applied each product on Jocelyn, she couldn't help but be impressed with how easily Jocelyn was taking everything in. The girl who once sat shyly in the corner of the room, now stood confidently before her, her body language and attitude completely transformed. It was like she was a completely different person, and it was incredibly sexy.
"You look fucking amazing," Erica said as she stepped back to take in the full view of Jocelyn.
Jocelyn had never really cared for makeup before, preferring to go bare-faced with just her glasses on, but she couldn't deny how hot she looked with the smoky eye shadow and red lipstick.
The other sorority sisters agreed, their eyes wide with awe and admiration. "You look like a fucking goddess," said one of them, as they all crowded around Jocelyn to get a closer look.
The compliment made Jocelyn feel surprisingly good , the praise from these girls somehow validating her transformation into a bimbo.
"Thanks, you guys are so sweet," she said, feeling a genuine smile spread across her face, reveling in the praise. "We mean it babe, now, the only thing left to work on is your outfit. You look hot as fuck in the fit you borrowed from me earlier but we need something special for your first frat party.
Lucky for you I know exactly what will bring out your bimbo side," Erica said, grabbing a bag from her closet and pulling out a pink, sequined mini dress that barely covered Jocelyn's ass.
Jocelyn blushed at the sight of the dress, feeling her heart race at the thought of wearing it. She had never worn anything so revealing before, but there was a thrill that came with it. The idea of all those guys looking at her, wanting her, excited her more than she could have ever imagined.
"Oh my gawd, it's, like, perfect for me," Jocelyn said, her eyes wide with excitement as she gazed at the dress. She couldn't believe how bold she was being, but she was enjoying it. "Fuck yeah, it is, girlie! Now let's put that sultry makeup to work and get you into that dress," Erica said, pulling out a pair of sky-high heels to match.
Jocelyn watched in the mirror as Erica slid the dress up over her hips and pulled it up over her chest.
It was tight and revealing, just barely covering her nipples and barely hiding the curve of her ass. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, she felt a thrill run down her spine at the thought of wearing something so daring.
"There, perfect," Erica said with a proud smile, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Jocelyn turned to look at herself in the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her reflection.
Jocelyn let out a vapid squeal as she looked at herself in the dress.
"Fuck, I look like a fucking sex bomb," she said, her voice dripping with horniness. She could feel the blood rushing to her head, making it difficult for her to think. Her mind was filled with lustful images of Mark, and just the thought of him seeing her dressed like this was turning her on.
Erica clapped her hands together, excited to see her friend finally embracing her new persona. "Oh my God, we are going to kill it at this party.
You are going to be the hottest girl there," Erica exclaimed as she handed Jocelyn a drink.
"Now let's start pregaming babe! I kno u have a few glasses of wine in you already but it's time to really get wild. That's a vodka cran I just handed you, knock it down girlie ," Erica said, encouraging Jocelyn as she took a deep gulp of the drink. The alcohol immediately hit the back of her throat and sent a warm, fuzzy sensation spreading through her body. Jocelyn lowered herself onto the couch, taking a moment to let the drink settle in her stomach. She felt a sudden rush of excitement, her pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. Soon enough the girls were taking shots, and Jocelyn was all in.
She threw back the alcohol with ease, feeling her senses dulling as her confidence soared.
Erica laughed and cheered as Jocelyn took another shot, her cheeks flushed and her laughter wild.
The girls were dancing, laughing and joking around as they prepared to leave for the frat party.
Jocelyn couldn't believe how wild she was feeling, her body tingling with excitement as she moved to the beat of the music.
She felt alive, free and uninhibited. The buzz of alcohol clouding her thoughts as she moved in time with the music.
As she knocked back her third shot she turned to her new sorority friends. "Ohmygawd I swear like every time I take a shot my nipples get hard, is that normal?" Jocelyn giggled as she looked down at her chest, watching as her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her dress. The other girls hooted and hollered in response, urging her on. "Hell yeah it is, girlie! That's just your body telling you how much fun you're about to have" one of them shouted over the music.
Jocelyn couldn't believe how easy it was for her to let loose and have fun with these girls, how comfortable she was being sexual and flirtatious. She had no idea why she'd spent so long looking down on sorority girls like Erica, they just knew how to have fun! Besides, she thought to herself, they're like totally right. I'm hot as fuck, like honesty who needs school.
It didn't take long after her third shot for Jocelyn to start twerking in front of the sorority girls.
They all eggsed her on, cheering and whistling as she shook her ass and jiggled her massive tit's for all to see. It felt strangely liberating to let loose like this, to not care about what anyone thought of her or her body. She felt like a goddamn queen, a bimbo queen, and she lapped up the attention.
After getting into the car, with her bimbo alter ego reaching a fever pitch, Jocelyn couldn't help but to stare out the window, feeling a deep desire building within her. "Do you guys like think there are gonna be like hot guys at the party?" She asked the others excitedly.
They all laughed and nodded their heads. "Oh, definitely girl. You're gonna have your pick of the litter," one of them said. Jocelyn felt her heart race at the thought. She couldn't wait to feel the touch of a man's hands on her body, to feel his lips on hers and to hear his moans of pleasure.
As they arrived at the frat house, Jocelyn couldn't believe her eyes. The music was blaring, the lights were flashing and there were people everywhere. It was like a scene straight out of a movie.
The girls all cheered as they made their way out of the car and onto the lawn in front of the frat house. Jocelyn took a deep breath, feeling her heart race and her body tingle with anticipation. She could already see the handsome, muscular guys who were checking her out, whispering to their friends as they pointed at her. She couldn't believe how confident she felt. It was like her usual self had been replaced by a bold, bimbo queen who wanted nothing more than to be adored and desired.
"WOOOOOO! FUCK YEAH, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED, BITCHES!" Jocelyn screamed, her voice rising above the music as she made her way through the crowd of people.
The other sorority sisters followed close behind, cheering her on and urging her to continue being as wild and free as she wanted to be. They reached the main room of the frat house, which was filled with sweaty, grinding bodies. Jocelyn's pulse quickened, her whole body feeling like it was on fire.
She was here at the party, her desires taking over, and she was soon pulled into the frenetic crowd of bodies. Erica and her sorority sisters were grinding on muscled men, getting lost in the sweaty chaos of the mosh pit. Jocelyn found herself drawn to the center of the pit, surrounded by hot bodies and pulsating beats.
She closed her eyes, feeling the throb of the bassline coursing through her veins. She started moving with the rhythm, letting herself get lost in the moment.
Her body swayed back and forth, her hips grinding against the muscular, sweat-slicked chest of the man behind her. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him as she felt the evidence of his desire pressed against her ass. Jocelyn couldn't help but smile, her body tingling with excitement as she moved with him.
Their movements became more frantic, more intense, as they lost themselves in the music and the heat of the room.
Jocelyn felt the man's grip on her hips grow tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back against him harder and harder. She could feel his desire growing, could feel the heat building between them as they ground their hips together in a primal dance.
Suddenly, the man's hands were on her waist, spinning her around to face him. Jocelyn looked up into his eyes, and what she saw there made her heart race. Desire, lust, hunger: all of it swirling in his gaze as he looked down at her.
Jocelyn felt her breath catch in her throat, her body tensing as she stood there before him, his fingers still gripping her hips.
"You wanna come upstairs with me baby?" He asked with an intense stare and a wolfish grin.
His hands slid around to the small of her back, pulling her close against him. Jocelyn could feel his desire, hard and heavy against her stomach, and she couldn't help but respond. She let out a low moan, her body instantly betraying the innocence that her bimbo persona was trying to convey.
"Y-yes," she stuttered out, feeling her head spin with excitement and desire. "I want to... go upstairs with you."
The man didn't hesitate.
He took Jocelyn's hand and led her upstairs, weaving their way through the crowd of frat boys and sorority girls. Jocelyn's heart was pounding in her chest as they climbed the stairs, every step sending a thrill of excitement through her body. As they reached the top of the staircase Erica squealed at them from down below "go get some, slut!" She yelled, as the rest of the girls cheered supportively. Jocelyn flushed, but felt a thrill run down her spine, knowing that her friends were all watching her in envy as she disappeared behind a bedroom door with her mystery man.
Once inside the bedroom, Jocelyn's mystery man closed the door behind them with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting an eerie glow over the dark furniture. "So what's your name babydoll? I saw you with Erica, you a Kappa Theta too?" He asked with a smooth charm.
Jocelyn shook her head, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "No, I'm not in Kappa Theta. I'm just a friend of Erica's. My name's Joce"
She paused for a moment, before continuing. "But what about you? What's your name?"
The man smiled, stepping closer to Jocelyn until she could feel his warm breath against her lips.
"They call me Jax," he said, his voice low and sultry. "But for you, I think I'd like to be known as something a little more...
intimate," Jax whispered into Jocelyn's ear.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Jocelyn's heart raced as she felt his tongue slip between her lips, exploring every inch of her mouth.
She could feel the heat building between them, the tension growing as they stood there, their bodies pressed together.
Jax's hands were on her hips, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.
Jocelyn moaned, arching her back as she pressed herself against him.
She felt her dress ride up her thighs, revealing her skimpy thong to Jax's hungry eyes. He growled, his hands roaming over her curves, cupping her ass and bringing her closer to him. Their pelvises were locked together, and Jocelyn felt her wetness seeping through her underwear, soaking Jax's pants.
"You're so fucking wet," he muttered against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. Jocelyn gasped, feeling a wave of desire crash over her. "I can't help itttt ," she moaned, her voice low and husky. "I want you so fucking much right now."
Jax's hands tightened on Jocelyn's hips, a low growl escaping from his throat as he devoured her lips.
Their tongues battled for dominance, twisting and turning in a dance as old as time.
Jocelyn couldn't believe how wild and uninhibited she was being with Jax, but she didn't care.
She felt reckless and wild, like she was on fire with lust. Jax smirked as he pulled one hand from the small of her back and brought it crashing down onto her ass cheek, filling the room with a loud slapping sound.
Jocelyn yelped in surprise, but the pain quickly melded into pleasure.
Jax's handprints were now embedded on her skin, and she couldn't help but feel the urge to rub the spot. But instead of letting her reach back, Jax spun her around and pushed her down onto the bed, causing her ass to lift in the air invitingly.
Jax ripped off her thong, tossing it besides the empty glasses on the nightstand, before licking her slit from clit to ass, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. Jocelyn cried out in pleasure, arching her back and digging her fingers into the sheets.
"Oh fuck, yes," she moaned. "Do it, don't stop."
Jax's tongue swirled around her clit, teasing and taunting her with every lick.
Jocelyn's moans filled the room, punctuated with the occasional profanity as the pleasure became too much to bear.
"Fuck, yes, right there," she cried out, gripping the bed sheets with white-knuckled intensity.
"I love the taste of you," Jax murmured, pausing to tug on her clit with his teeth before resuming his assault on her sensitive flesh.
Jocelyn writhed beneath him, her body slick with sweat as the orgasm crept closer and closer to her. Right as she was on the cusp, though, he stopped.
Jax stepped back and gave each of her ass cheeks another hard slap. "Tell me what you are, slut, and tell me what you need. I wanna hear you say it, I wanna hear you beg for it baby" he said with an arrogant smirk.
Jocelyn whimpered, unable to form words at first. She took a deep breath before finally relenting to his demand. "I-I'm your slut, Jax. Please, I need you to make me cum, I'm so close" she said, her tone desperate and pleading.
Jax grinned at her words, before climbing back onto the bed and plunging his fingers deep into her dripping wet cunt.
Jocelyn cried out in pleasure, the feeling of his fingers inside of her causing her to see stars.
She bucked her hips, pressing against him as he worked those fingers in and out of her. His thumb found her tender clit and started to rub circles around it.
"Oh God, Jax. Yes. Yes," she moaned, her voice rising in volume as the pleasure started to build inside of her.
Jax chuckled in response, a deep, resonating sound that caused another shiver to run down Jocelyn's spine.
"Yeah, you really do need it, don't you?" Jax said as he pulled his fingers out of her, causing Jocelyn to whimper in protest. Jax shifted behind her and as she held her breath, she began to feel him teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. "Ohhhhh gawd Jax, I need you inside of me," she pleaded, trying to push back onto him.
He held her still with one hand on her hip and then slowly pushed into her. Jocelyn moaned in bliss as she felt her body stretching to accommodate his girth.
Jax didn't waste a moment and immediately began to thrust into her with force, causing Jocelyn's body to slam forward with every pump of his hips.
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she struggled to stay in control of her pleasure- ridden moans.
"You like that, don't ya bitch? You like my big dick stretching you out, filling your tight little cunt?" Jax snarled, slamming into her again and again, his balls slapping against her while he lay on top of her.
"Ohh yeah, give it to me, daddy," she whimpered, her voice mimicking a schoolgirl in distress. Jax grunted, feeling his cock throb with each thrust. He slowed down, taunting her by giving her just enough to keep her hooked before denying her climax.
"You're going to cum for me when I say you can cum, got it?" Jax demanded as he pulled out of her, leaving Jocelyn panting and desperate for more.
She nodded her head eagerly. "Y-yes, Jax. Anything you say," she replied with a hungry gaze on his cock. She watched as he gripped it firmly, his hand moving up and down his engorged length. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip, glistening in the dim lighting of the room.
Jax watched as Jocelyn licked her lips, her gaze locked onto his cock.
"Please, Jax. I need it," she whispered, her voice hoarse and lust-filled.
Jax gave her pussy one long lick from clit to ass before positioning himself behind her, his cock in hand. He positioned the head at her entrance, gazing at her ass.
"Such a perfect little ass. It's gonna look so good covered in my cum," Jax growled, his hand reaching out to slap the round flesh.
"You ready for this, bitch?"
"Oh yeah, I've never been fucked this hard before," Jocelyn gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. "I've been so good, and now you're gonna make me cum like a fucking porn star."
With a wicked grin, Jax slammed into her once more, making her cry out in pleasure. The speed and ferocity of his thrusts left her gasping and repeat-collapsing on the bed.
Every smack of his thighs against hers echoed in her ears, mixing with the sound of their heavy breathing and the ecstatic cries that left her mouth.
"Yes! God, yes! Harder!" She panted, willing him on. The pleasure that coursed through her veins was maddening, and she never wanted it to stop.
Jax's hands roamed over Jocelyn's body, his fingers tracing invisible lines over her curves.
He squeezed her breasts, groaning as he felt their weight in his hands. Jocelyn moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he continued to thrust into her.
"Come on, baby. I can feel how close you are. Let me make you cum," Jax growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own orgasm.
Jocelyn nodded, unable to find the words to respond. She was so close, the edges of her vision growing hazy as she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.
With one final, agonized cry, Jocelyn's body tensed as the orgasm tore through her. She felt herself clenching around Jax, milking him for all he was worth as her body shook and shuddered.
Jax let out a guttural roar as he felt Jocelyn's pussy tighten around him. The sheer force of her orgasm milked his cock, squeezing it tight and causing his own climax to finally break free.
With one last, shuddering thrust, Jax emptied himself into Jocelyn's pulsing pussy, his body trembling with pleasure as the final waves of his orgasm wracked through his frame. Jax collapsed on top of her, their bodies still intertwined and twitching with the aftershocks of their climaxes.
Jocelyn could feel Jax's cock still deep inside of her, filling her completely with his seed.
She shivered at the sensation, feeling filthy and used in the best way possible. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Jax pulled out of her slowly, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He flopped down next to her on the bed, his breathing just as labored as hers. "You're fucking incredible," he panted, running a hand over his sweat-slicked forehead.
Jocelyn couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across her lips.
She'd just had some of the hottest sex of her life, and with a complete stranger at that. It was exhilarating and freeing, and she wanted more.
Jax turned to face her, his gaze intense. "Fuck, that was amazing," he said, sweat dripping from his brow.
Jocelyn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it really was," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't believe how open and willing she'd been, not to mention how vocal. She'd never felt so free in her life.