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two, three, four drags from your aching hole, five, six, seven breaths missed, at least that’s how much jake managed to count.
in your constant, thoughtless, fazed out whine, at some point, maybe admitting what you told him could earn yourself the sweet reward he keeps teasing you with. to confess with quivering lips, writhe amidst the desperation and plea for that numbing strike, that fulfilling push inside, one you know is just a small breath away, maybe then jake would give you this.
give you what you promised would absolutely ruin you, thus why he’s looking down at you like your promise will shatter just as he gathers the slick that’s leaked all over you and rub for all you could cry out for.
“please,” you try again in an effortless whimper. as you clutch the silk grass, each finger wrapping around wonderful flora, you allow yourself to toy around with the idea that perhaps jake just likes hearing you mumble like your mind is blank, and that the only that knocks around in there is the mercy of his dick finally plunging it. “why won’t you just—”
his sharp canine punctures the plump flesh of his bottom lip, stupidly rubbing himself up and down your sex like there’s constant supply of joy and satisfaction from hearing you sound like your life depends on what he’s holding back from you. “you didn’t sound like this like,” he teases the thick head of his cock so near your entrance you give him a shattered whine at the contact, drooling just at the close idea of him finally breaking that barrier. “five minutes ago.”
you lift your hips in a different approach, nudging him closer, that he gives you a crooked chuckle at, “just put it in,” now rubbing the two of you against each other, feeling every curled vein that stitched all over his shaft. you’re certain you’ll feel every little thin and thick thread of his veins once he’s inside. you’re so sure. “jake.”
“i hear you hon’,” jake lies through his teeth, locking focus on the subtle slick sounds that intices him in. he gives in, sealing his eyelids shut as the head struggles to push in, the sheer size preventing him from excelling forward. “shit, fuck—” jake’s realisation feels like an ice cold freeze, because what he warned you of could serve the same heed to himself. only too blinded by his pride to ever notice that fully. “fuck, baby, i know—” the head is in, despite much effort from you and him, but what feels like the entirety of him is only the beginning. you’re so far away from what he has planned out for you.
what he claims he understands from your shocked gasps and hurried breaths chasing fleeing air, and what he’s reassuring you of, isn’t sufficient. he attempts to move forward, push more of him in, but you’ve only taken up so little and you already sound so strangled. “i told you, tìyawn.” jake gives you breathy chuckle, mimicking your twisted face. “you still good? can you let me know?”
a subtle switch hooks you out of the drunken haze. he’s speaking to you like you’ve been reduced to an incoherent fucktoy— in a lack of better words, maybe, but you’re more than just what he thinks you as currently. you scurry to hook your arm tighter around his neck, then answer his dumb query with a piercing scratch across of his back, as much as you could reach.
jake’s hip stutter at the blooming pain across his braided back muscles, a throttled groan tumbling out without shame. the breath that comes along with that noise clearly tells you that what he felt as your nails wrote pain, that even his brain couldn’t label whatever it made him feel.
his dick spoke first by bullying itself deeper within your flesh, carving itself in to make space. you’ve taken almost half of him as he jerked, glitched with his internal decisions. “not fair,” jake breathes out as his eyes finally open, searching for you in the thick fog. “can’t just fucking tell me it feels good like that.”
you don’t dare to tell him to move, you know that the outcome will become a veiled joke between you when you’re back in the right mind. jake licks the flush speckle of colour on your skin, done with his teeth and lips, lapping up the side of your neck to extinguish the hunger for your taste on his tongue.
the way he simply lets his cock foster itself for warmth inside you boils an unsatisfied feeling that urges you to wordlessly ask for more, or for a change, for anything he offers. your wandering fingers settle of the neat braid of his kuru that hangs on the side of his torso, then wrap it around your wrist to gently tug.
“ah, FUCK—”
the noises come out like a sped up vinyl. it rushes out before you could arrange them into a sexier sound, and jake finds much delight despite his own actions wringing him empty of any else. as your hand tugged down, and he should have warned you sooner about this, the jolting, blurred pained pleasure shooting up into his brain caused his lower body to move and inevitably,
shove the rest of him inside you.
it leaves you both with a matched, synchronised, awfully lewd scream, and adjusting to the brand new thing residing in you was difficult. jake applauds himself silently as he shook himself out of that sickeningly mind staggering shock of being enveloped in an inimitable seering warmth, feeling your hand desperately clutch at his kuru for unobtainable strength.
“i know baby,” jake guides your aimless palm to the bulging skin of your abdomen, pressing down on that bump to feel him from the outside. you can no longer comprehend how fucking good it feels to be like this, as he soothes the back of your hand with a single thumb, still while pressing you down, and leaving trailing kisses that cover you in his scent. you’ll smell like this man forever. “got you what you want, and want you to—”
you hear him grunt, maybe the walls around him strangling his dick, “to feel what you wanted so fucking badly.”
under the hovering veil of pandora’s trees, jake finds it slightly difficult to estimate just how much you’ve managed to scour in. with your hips not too far from each other, he settles with an answer that he will remind you of all day along tomorrow. it makes him so excited to tease you about it that he nearly pulls out, only to shove back in harshly.
10.50 inches isn’t that bad. it’s an amazing attempt, but you know that the last two inches can fit in the next time, seeing that pushing the the first ten took little of you.