Page 107 of Bourbon Kingdom
“You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, I’m very much serious right now, little one. I don’t joke around when it comes to my cock. Now, you have two options, you can either scream at the top of your lungs that my cock is trying to swallow you whole, or I can go back to option number one, the original punishment.”
The cocky mother fucker.
“You really want me to say your cock is trying to swallow me?”
“Yes, I find that will prove the point of my size. Your choice.”
Like I had a choice right now. The man was ten inches deep inside of me, ready to make my fucking day, of course I was going to shout.
Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat and said, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole.”
Jett tsked at me and started to pull out, causing me to clear my throat and shout one more time, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole!”
Jett pondered for a second and then said, “You can do better than that.”
Gah! If it wasn’t for what was going to come, I would have punched the man behind me.
One more time, I sucked in air, and then shouted as loudly as I could, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole!”
“We heard you the first time,” Diego shouted past my door, heating my entire body with embarrassment.
“Oh, my God,” I mumbled, as Jett chuckled behind me. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” Jett said, leaning over me, inserting himself all the way in. “You don’t hate me at all. Admit it,” he demanded with a tweak to my nipple.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Good.”
With that, Jett forcefully moved his hips forward and held on tight to my body as he continued the movement. His mouth nibbled on the back of my neck, while his hips did all the work. I steadied our position by digging my hands into the bed, trying to keep as still as possible with each stroke.
He slipped in and out of me with ease, putting more and more pressure on my neck with each passing moment, to the point where I didn’t think the goosebumps on my skin could grow any larger.
One of his hands slipped from my hips to my breasts and started kneading them with precision, slightly stroking my nipples, teasing the undersides, and then gripping them whole. He was a fucking mastermind, and I was there for him to play with.
Just when I didn’t think he could go any deeper, he pressed his hand to my neck, making me lower myself to my forearms, and that was when he thrust deeper, reaching a place I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, God,” I practically cried, pleasing him.
He pulled away from me, gripped my hips, and started making long, slow strokes with his dick. The movement was luxurious; it was too good to be true; it was almost too much to take. My mind went blank and all I could feel was the friction he was causing. His hand ran to the front of my clit and he pressed on the little nub with his finger and then made long strokes against it, the same stroke he was making with his cock.
That was all it took. My head buried in my hands and I cried out as my body ricocheted with pleasure, convulsing in all different ways, turning numb to the point that I felt like I was floating on a cloud.
My mouth was held wide open as I screamed and pressed into the now-rapid movements Jett was making. He stiffened above me and groaned as I felt him orgasm; just the thought of pleasing such a man shocked me with another round of pleasure, sending me into a fit of pure euphoria.
Slowly, Jett shortened his movements until he collapsed on top of me and pulled himself out. Without even taking a second chance to think about it, he flipped me around so I was now resting my head on his shoulder and he was holding me tightly against his body. My hand found his taut stomach, where I started to lightly stroke it with my fingers.
“That was so fucking good,” I said, while kissing the side of his neck. “Thank you for my punishment.”
“Don’t ever forget how big my dick is,” he chuckled.
“How could I, after you tickled my brain with it?”
“Let’s not exaggerate,” he laughed, as he pulled me in closer and kissed the top of my head. His chin rested there as his breathing evened out.
This is what it felt like to be loved by Jett Colby. He fucked you like he owned your body, and then he held you as if you were the most precious thing in his life. I could get used to this.
