B R I E

Your boyfriend’s hands were firm at your hips, pulling you back to meet his shaft. Muffled moans escaped your mouth, shamelessly. 

“You take it so good, baby. Can feel your pussy squeezing me tight.” The words voiced by Jack made you clench around him tighter, and a hiss escaped his mouth, head thrown toward the ceiling as his hips angled downward to be able to rub his bulbous tips against the gummy walls of your pussy.

You arched to meet his hips, moaning his name. Jack looked down at you, finally, and leaned his torso against your back. He nuzzled his face in the skin of your neck, pelvis rutting against your butt now.

“All that because you can’t help yourself around my uniform, right?” He chuckled, and he was right.

But was it really your fault? He just looked so good in it and you couldn’t help but fantasize about him fucking you while wearing the combat fatigues. “You look so good in it—” You moaned out before Jack turned his face to press his lips against yours; controlled, slow but with a heat that made your toes curl up. He pulled away, straightening just to fasten his thrusts, almost sending you forward.

You could feel the head of his cock rub against your gummy walls, his shaft stretched them to mold you around him. Squelching noises echoed in the living room as your pussy dripped, coating his cock with your juices. A ring of creamy white rested around the base of his cock, adding up each time he pulled you back on his cock. One of your hands blindlessly moved backward to try and grab one of his own. Jack immediately intertwined his fingers with you as he saw that. “I got you angel, I got you. Feels good, yeah?” He voiced at you.

You nodded your head against the leather of the couch, the fabric warm from your breathing, and slightly damp from your uncontrolled drooling.

Jack’s balls slapped your slick clit when he changed the angle of his hips one more time; his tip hitting deeper inside your warmth, making your legs shake and eyebrows furrow in pleasure. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at each slam of his hips against yours. Your face shifted on the couch just so you could look at him above your shoulder; him in his uniform, face focused, biting his lips to not curse out.

His hand left yours after a moment, so he could grab your hips against and fasten his pace. There was a scratching sensation against your skin where his zipper rubbed, because he hadn't even taken the time to push his pants down. Jack groaned your name quietly and you whimpered when his tip hit that gummy spot at the entrance of your sloppy hole a few times.

Your thighs shook and he knew your orgasm was near. “That’s my girl, come on. Be good and come for me? Come on my cock, angel.” Jack told you, you simply nodded at him in answer.

A few slap of his balls against your clit and the head of his cock were enough to make you see stars. “Jack, fuck!” You cried out, coming all around his cock as he kept thrusting inside you. Your lower belly warmed up, your body squirming from the position you were in and you bit on your lip harshly. The pleasure made you breathless for a second before you whined at the sudden emptiness inside your pussy; Jack pulled out of your dripping hole just to jerk himself, cursing behind you.

“Fuck, fuck, angel—” You heard before feeling his semen hit your ass and lower back in thick ropes. 

A silence took over the room, only filled by yours and Jack’s labored breathing, before you heard his big boots walk away and come back. A soft tissue wiped the come off of your back and butt before hands pulled your panties and pants up to cover your body.

“You were so good, baby.” Jack said as you moved around and sat on the couch, a sheen layer of sweat on your forehead. He smiled at you, discarding the tissue on the side just to sit beside you. “It’s your uniform, it does something to me.” You replied to him, smiling back, seeing how his pants were back up.