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We say this often, but my jaw actually dropped open a little. My good great god in heaven
Sugar (part 10)
Jake Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, discussions of pregnancy, oral sex (f/receiving), digital penetration, dirty talk, hair pulling, soft dom/switch vibes, pet names, begging, ridiculous amounts of italics (as I am wont to do), idk etc
*okay, so first and foremost HI! I swore no matter what, I wouldnât leave this unfinished, and I wonât. Sugar jake deserves the world wrapped up in a bow and that is what he shall have. And so do all of you! You have supported my work and my complete unreliability for far too long, and from the bottom of my heart, I thank you so deeply. There will be an epilogue after this, so donât despair, we havenât reached the end yet, sweet peas.
Second, Iâm so sorry for the wait. I canât tell you how much it means that some of you are still out there ready to welcome me home with open arms. I love you all indescribably.
Thirdly, I chose to omit my taglist, as Iâm not sure who even still gives a shit at this point. So I hope this finds you if it was meant to.
Lastly, as ever, loosely editedâĻyou all know how I am. And now, finally, over 6k words of Sugar are all yours. đ
âI wanted to thank you,â you throw a quiet, indebted smile at Sam, who is so casually leaned against the hallway wall of his mess of a home youâd think he might be falling into a nap if he wasnât eyeing you so watchfully.
Itâs lush here, with green vining plants spidering from any and every container that will hold soil - look! thereâs a mug with variegated ivy lazing its way down ceramic strangely on the bathroom counter - and, dogs. Dogs everywhere, making Rose look as weary and annoyed as a face as sweet as hers is capable of looking.
Sheet music is scattered about in the strangest places. Nowhere near the pianos they are meant to be played on. Art, yet to be placed, leaned carefully against wallsâĻmuch like he is now. It smells of weed, and incense. Teakwood and odd the spices he adds too much of into recipes that turnout delectably nonetheless.
And again, dogs â everywhere. Driving Rosebud crazy and keeping her in great company all at once. They love him endlessly, and he receives that love with equal enthusiasm. Angelic, kind soul that he is and has always been.
Thereâs a garden, producing in abundance that he proudly guided you through earlier in the evening, insisting you carry a basket to pluck whatever bounty you saw fit as the sky shifted into brushstrokes of amber and amethyst. It had filled your heart with happiness until it positively achedâĻall that love. Sam, eager to feed his family. You are family.
And they had constricted your throat, those happy tears, knowing that soon, Jake would carve out a corner in this gorgeous world just for you, and fruit to burst in the mouths of your babies would grow there, too.
Everywhere. Every corner, every chaotic nook and cranny, is Sam, and you adore it inch by inch.
âThank me?â He shakes his head with a kiszka smirk as the boys break into wild, animated laughter in the front room. âWhat for, doll? My charm? Wit? Beauty?â He leans in close, conspiracy lighting his eyes, âItâs the beauty, isnât it?â
A laugh, so honest and full of innocuous light it could only be brought forth from your gentle Sammy, trips off your lips like bubbles popping in a champagne flute, âYour beauty, yes of course! I shouldâve brought you a brand new crown.â
âPoor planning.â He mockingly scolds, âHowever, thatâs a first for you, so Iâll let it slide.â
Swatting at him, you swim back into serious territory âBut also, thank you for telling him.â
Elaboration, you know, isnât needed.
His cheeks grow pink, painting him even prettier. âFuckinâ shut up. Donât thank me. One of them wouldâve told him, I just like being the first to blurt big news. Wanna throw some teacups at the wall again? That was a rushâĻâ
âLeave the lady alone, Sammy,â Danny admonishes as he strides by the hall on his way to the kitchen, all legs and untamed curls on a mission seeking libations, âLet her off the hook. Jake is libel to cause chaos if you keep her away much longer, anyway. Heâs agitated already.â
Danielâs voice trails off as your hand finds Samâs arm, when what youâd really love to do is pull him into a fierce and grateful embrace, âNo, SammyâĻthey wouldnât have told him. They didnât. You did. And I couldnât find the courage. I was so lostâĻwe both were, and you guided us back to one another. Iâll never be able to thank you enough for that. Not ever, Sammy.â
Running his palm over the back of his neck he glances toward the voices you both know so well, ensuring you're still truly alone, âDonât ever make me watch him try to live without you again. Donât ever hurt him, and don't ever go away. Never again.â
His love for his brother, so deep and wild it feels nearly like a palpable storm, is more evident now than ever
âNo,â you agree with a vehement shake of your head, ânever again.â
âNo,â he parrots back with an intensity that would rattle you if you didnât understand its roots reside firmly within love, âI hated you once, do you know that? I never would have thought I couldâĻbut I did. He was lying in his bunk one night crying for you. Calling out for you like a child for his mother. A wounded child. Inconsolable. He couldn't be calmed down no matter what we did or said. It was like - I don't know, I canât describe theâĻagony. The entire bus was choked with it.. I hated you that night. Donât ever make me hate you again.â
The thought of Jake despairingly mourning is enough to break you into a million splintered pieces, even now that you have soothed those wounds.
âI only did what I thought was best.â You offer weakly, âI thought I was saving themâĻthat it meant more. Them, I mean. What they have. I thought it meant more than however badly it would break my heart to leave.â
A look of shock flashes in his eyes, âIt does mean more, doll. Thatâs why this worksâĻJosh knew. I canât be sure, but I figure he felt it â Jake's love for you, and it just wiped the slate clean. This works because of this crazy untouchable connection they share, not in spite of it.â
Youâre staring off, soaking it all in, and he allows you a moment to digest before coming in swinging with something that has always been the truth, you just failed to notice, âYou canât break them. You wouldnât have then, and you wonât now. They are soulmates in a way none of us will ever be able to understand. Does that make sense?â
And yes, it does make senseâĻ but you arenât quite sure why it took this moment, and their little brother spelling it out, for you to grasp it.
After a stretch of silence, weighed down with contemplation, your fingers tug at his shirt, pulling him close for a hug - oh, how you've missed him âThank you, Sammy. I will owe my whole, happy life to you. But donât you get too smug about it.â
His lanky arms snake around you, yanking you closer still, âToo fuckinâ late. Be extra kind to Josh, his heart broke the hardest for Jake.â
Tears threaten anew, but a voice - familiar as the sun, and every bit as warm - interrupts, âitâs rude to talk about people behind their backs, Samuel, and I could swear I heard my name.â
Without waiting for a response Josh leans in with a peck to your cheek, âWhy would you let him tell lies about me, sweetheart?â
Holding him near within a gentle hug you whisper, âWas it a lie?â
âAbsolutely not.â He murmurs back, âI couldnât stand to watch him. Donât do it again.â
âYou donât have to whisper,â Sammy pushes himself away from the wall with a casual shoulder before sauntering off, as cool as you please, âI know Iâm immeasurably incredible.â
âThis guy,â Joshâs volume kicks up, eager to be heard, ââimmeasurably incredibleâ, pretentious dick.â
âFuck you.â You can hear the smile in Samâs words as he disappears.
Alone now, you fight to own your vulnerability, âIâm sorry, Josh. That you had to see him that way. That I left the way I did. Thatââ
The last apology gets caught in your throat painfully, but, of course, he rescues you. âThat what, sweet girl? That you chose him? Donât you dare be sorry for that. Thank you for that. You two? Jesus Christ, never seen anything like it.â
âYes, butâĻâ
âYou give me nieces and nephews to spoil as penance, right?â
âRight?â You giggle, âyouâre starting to sound like Jacob with his bullshit British inflection.â
âHeâs such an asshole.â
His smile, so infectious, draws one out of you to match.
âI loved you. You know that, right? I loved you so much.â
âI know,â he nods, still grinning, âand you love me still, itâs just changed. Thatâs okay, isnât it?â
His embrace, the reassurance in his tone, his easy explanation of things that should seem complicatedâĻthey all soothe your frazzled nerves. âYes, JoshâĻthatâs okay.â
âGood.â After what seems like ages - it has been so, so long - his eyes truly find yours again for just a moment, âI loved you, too. Youâll never know how madly. My sweet girl.â
He cups your cheek so carefully you could weep, âBut this right here? You and Jake? This is right and I want to tell you goodbye. I never got to really say it. Iâll see you constantly, but I want to tell you goodbye. Iâm sorry if I shouldnât.â
âNo,â your palm searches out his cheek to match his touch, so soft, so him, ânoâĻyou should. I mean, Iâm glad you said it, I doubt Iâd have ever had the nerve. I donât have very much of it, it seems.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, sweetheart,â thereâs that kiszka winkâĻthose bastards, âYouâre very brave. Very. Now, off I go, and off you go to find my stupid brother.â
âMaybe Iâve changed things.â A gentle hand on his chest keeps him in place. Your honesty shocks even yourself. âMaybe heâs changed in ways we canât see. Maybe he truly hates us both underneath it all?â
âWell, heâs always hated me, love.â He scrunches his face up and mimics Jake strangling him with his umbilical cord as his twin so often jokes he should have done. âBut youâve always been his muse. Listen to all those songs he penned after youâd gone. You. Are. His. Heart.â
âHe wrote them for me?â Whose voice is this? All breaks and cracks.
A smile, like he canât believe you couldnât see it for yourself, squints his eyes âEverything is for you.â
With a lingering kiss to your forehead, heâs vanished. Leaving your heart pulsing in admiration and your mind reeling at the marvel of their devotion to one another.
Wandering into the guest room that has been assigned to you, your fingertips trail along the door frame, reliving memories with a wistful upturn playing on your lips.
âWell,â he hums, startling you out of your quiet reverie from his lazy place stretched across the bed. Ankles crossed, hands folded behind his head, grin threateningâĻhe looks like sin come to life, âMy sugar looks like she has a secret.â
âNo secret, Jakey.â Your heart is full â chalked to the brim with him. If you could store him away in your pocket, safe from the world and all of its misery, youâd be happy to do it. âGod, I love you.â
âBaby,â his cheeks color so endearingly your chest could crack wide open, âI love you more.â
With a shake of your head while you close the door and flip the lock, you challenge, âImpossible. Too drunk to drive your girl back to our place, Jacob? Not very rock and roll.â
He jerks his chin at you in lieu of a response âCâmere.â
Climbing onto the bed, you hitch your dress up around your thighs, and in a blink, his palm -the prettiest necklace youâve ever seen- is wrapped around your throat.
âYou think just because I worship at your feet I wonât fuck you through this mattress like a fucking whore groupie until you ruin my brotherâs sheets?â
Cocking an eyebrow, you goad him on in a rasped whisper, âyouâre goddamn right you worship at my feet, Jacob. You pray to me tonight.â
His eyes, so warm and drowning in devotion, turn black as oil slickâĻdilated pupils inking his gaze feral as he recalls the first time those words were spoken between the two of you.
The first time he was allowed the gift of knowing how perfect you felt in his arms. How wholly your body, your beautiful soul that he had yearned to know for so long, accepted and laced around him like you never wanted it to end.
How you changed him and calmed that aching storm of unrelenting need that had raged through his veins since the night youâd walked into his life like a wicked angel. Eyes that seared through him until he feared he might turn to ash on the very barstool upon which he sat. All wild hair and glossed lips he positively burned to touch. An aura that glittered and called his name. A breathtaking siren beckoning him into raging waves. Heâd have been happy to drown.
Hand tighter still, his forehead touches your shoulder, nodding against it in tender defeat âI have always prayed to you, sugar. Carve the heart from my chest, youâll find your name engraved there. I am a branded man.â
It spins your head and robs you of thought, all that love he holds out in his hands for you. Leaving the only syllables you can currently call upon to fall in line inside a breathy, âJakeyâĻ.â
âRight here, baby. Your Jakeyâs right here. What do you want?â He presses slow, wet kisses against your neck, lingering at your pulse point when words fail you. âTell me, pretty girl. Tell me what you want and Iâll give it to you. Let me give it to you.â
You catch his stare with a pure and absolute veneration to match his own, âDown you go, baby. Be a good boy and pray.â
Theyâre obscene, lascivious and filth laden, those words dripping off your tongue like syrup sent to make his teeth ache, but he hears everything inside them - everything you are. Everything he is. everything you are together.
âYeah?â Thereâs that evil, cocky grin you would wage wars to earn, âPretty little girl wants my mouth, does she?â
With a firm grip curled into the buttoned satin heâs barely wearing, you guide him down, down, down, until his eyes are searching yours, cast upward with a devotion that makes the knots in your stomach cinch tight.
âYes, pretty girl does,â youâre trying so desperately to remain in control, but youâre sure he clocks the tremor in your demand âbut ask nicely first.â
âYeah? You want me to beg you to feed it to me? Câmon, love, whereâs my sweet sugar? All whimpers and moans and big beautiful doll eyes?â
His mouth finds the insides of your thighs slick and perfumed in the sweet and earthy scent that is you, kissing and mouthing, licking through pleas of muffled âLet me taste you. Need it so badlyâĻâ and a murmured against your skin, âGod, I swear I think Iâd actually kill for it. You smell so good..you smell like my fucking girl,â
âSay please.â Your taunts are drenched in love, hands twisting in his hair, dragging him away when he moves in too closely, when he tries to take what he wants.
âPlease, sugar,â he sounds despondent, proving how desperately he wants to devour you. His eyes, widened almost submissively, and swimming with hunger, stare up at you through kisses, willing you to grant him the permission he so deeply longs for. âPlease baby, let me have you. Right in my mouth pretty girl. I just wanna kiss and lick and suck on you untilââ
âShut up,â your order is fat full of love as you cut him off and bury him in, âjust let me fuck your mouthâĻitâs so good, baby..feels so good.â
âYeah?â He tugs your panties to the side with the softest laugh. Cocky fuck âyou like it that much? Filthy girl. You want me to eat this pretty pink cunt so badly youâre willing to get all pouty and mean for it?â
âDo it,â you whine through your authority, âJake, pleaseâĻâ
He groans against you, vibrations reverberating through your swollen clit like an obscene sonnet. With words, muffled and slurred into your dripping pussy, quiet he remains, eyes blazing up at you as you writhe and claw at the pillow beneath your headâĻhe doesnât need you to hear him anyway, he needs you to feel.
Spoiling you with his soft, wet tongue, he spreads you open tenderly and sends you reeling with a gentle suck, slipping two fingers inside.
âShh, I know, baby girl..I know.â he hushes when you grow needier and just a smidge too noisy. âTastes so fucking good. So pretty with your sweet little pussy in my mouth. My baby, all wet and gorgeous, fuck.â
You twist in the sheets, thighs trembling around him, tickled by his tangled locks.
âCâmon sugar,â his voice is so soft you scarcely register it, âbe my good little fuck doll and give it to me.â
He seeks out that perfect, tucked away place inside of you, curling into it just right to steal your breath. âThatâs it, isnât it, sweetheart? Right there. There we go. Almost there, arenât we? Good girl. Good fucking girl, baby, yesâĻâ
Mindlessly, you nod feverishly, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth fallen open, reminding him heâd like to fuck it. âJust like that,â he sighs, happy to watch his favorite show, âsoak my fucking fingers for me, little girl. Come on, do as you're told.â
With that, you break, grabbing at him and yanking his hair into your shaking fists as you thrust and grind greedily against him while he nuzzles in ever furtherâĻhopeful that it might last forever while his hand darts up to quiet your cries.
When youâre pushing him off, fighting through overstimulation, he snaps âIâm not done tasting this pretty fucking cunt. Youâre gonna lie back and let me lick you as long as I want to. Do you understand? Youâre gonna be a good little girl for me, and youâre gonna let me take whatâs mine. Donât fucking whine.â
He pecks and sucks at you softly, careful of how swollen and sensitive you are. Making love to your pussy and thighs with his searching tongue and kisses until you exhale a deep breath of bliss.
âGood boy,â you breathe down at him, a sated smile playing on your lips when you find yourself with a parting lick against his palm which never left your mouth.
He merely narrows his eyes, tongue tracing that beautiful mouth that has always owned a special place in your heart.
âFuck you, sugar.â A grin tugs at the corner of the very mouth that stole your soul. âDonât you ever good boy me. Have you forgotten who owns this pretty cunt?â His lips find your chest, fingers popping the buttons of your dress deftly, âor this lovely heart?â Now his kiss is resting upon yours, barely there at all as he taps your temple, âor this incredible mind? I own you, sweetheartâĻsame as you own me.â
âMy jakeyâĻâ your smile reaches into your eyes, making them glitter for him, âstill not âsome crybaby bottomâ.â
His breath catches in his chest with a shake of his head that sends his hair tossing about messily, âyou think about that, baby? When you made me the fuck doll?â
âJake,â you caress his cheek, soft and nearly trembling with adoration, âI think about everything.â
âI need to be inside you.â He sounds as if bitten back tears are threatening to break him.
âWeâll have to be quiet.â Your fingers toy softly through his waves while your flippant gaze flicks towards the door âloud and drunk or not, your brothers are nosy.â
âSugar,â god, the way he touches you. As if youâre sacred, as if you might disappear into glimmering nothing if he moves too quickly, âthey listened to me cry for you for years. They can listen to me fuck you for a night.â
He pulls a laugh from your lungs, glittering and beautiful, âYouâre fucking perverse.â
âIâm perverse?â He laughs back, brushing the hair away from your face, âYou fucked brothers, you fucking degenerate.â
âTwo down, one to go.â
âYour math is shit, sugar. Dannyâs a brother.â
You raise a brow and fire the winning shot, âOh, did I forget to tell you about Daniel and I?â
âVile fucking woman,â he smirks wildly and nips at your cheek with his perfect teeth, âI shouldâve left you in the suburbs.â
You grin back, but the moment suddenly feels heavy, âYou know I was never really there, donât you? My heart was always with you. I was just a shell. A living, breathing mannequin pretending to be something real. I was nothing.â
His hand finds your cheek and strokes over it as though you are holy, âYou could never be nothing, pretty girl. Never.â
Shying away from his praise, you yank his shirt down his shoulders, popping a button or two. âFuck your fuck doll, jakey. Want it so bad.â
âI love you,â his breath shakes against your throat as he showers warm kisses of devotion into your skin until you shiver. âYouâre my gorgeous fucking fuck doll and I love you. My sugar. My sugar, baby, youâre my sugar.â
He tilts his face upwards to soak in your reaction as he bites into you, and clenches your lungs with the worshipful shine you find dancing in his eyes âyouâre so beautiful, jake. Thank you for loving me.â
âI donât love you,â his fingers trace your lips, âlove isnât the word. No one has ever felt the way I feel about you. Not about someone else, not about music, not about god. No one. Ever. My heart met yours and something brand new was born into this great and ancient universe.â
His brow, serious and slightly furrowed, smooths with a nearly silent chuckle, âHowâs that for trying to get into your pants?â
âDidnât work at all.â You giggle back, grip curling into the soft warmth of his hair once again, âI donât even like you.â
âI canât stand you either,â he shakes his head emphatically. âYouâre obnoxious, and trite, and loathsome to be around. Take the hint, darling. Iâve far better things to do.â
A moan bursts through your smile when he nips into your bottom lip, and with you still tucked between his teeth, he warns, âQuiet down, pretty girl..shh,â
âJake,â your legs tighten around his waist, yanking his body close to your own, âplease, baby.â
Groaning like he is suffering through great pain, his forehead touches your chest as you fight with his belt and reach inside to free his cock âwhen you beg for meâĻI, I justâĻfuck. Iâm so hard for you. I just need to be inside. Let me be inside you, sugar. Just let me slide it in and make you feel good. I promise, Iâll be so fucking good for you.â
He is balancing on the edge of soft and the Jake youâve always known tonight. Grateful to have you here beneath him, desperate to stake his claim. Longing to anoint your body with his kiss, eager to defile you with his cock until tears spill onto your blushing cheeks.
You are his saintly mother of grace, and you are his poisonous whore of filth. He would have you no other way.
âBeg for me, sweetheartâĻâ his hips are rocking now, sending his cock slipping back and forth against you. If he angled his thrust just right, his cock would push right in and god, you want it so badly. âAll pretty with that delicious voice of yours, beg for your jakey.â
âPlease,â your nails rake over his shoulders until he hisses and sucks in a breath through gritted teeth, âpleaseâĻI want you to fuck me. Wanna cum. Want you to make me cum. Please, please, pleaseâĻâ
With a finger pressed to your mouth, he hushes you, âthereâs my good girl. There she is. Perfect, beautiful, filthy. My little wet doll.â
His fingers tease inside you, drawing the blissful misery out just a little longer for you both âSo fucking tight, sugar. Warm and snug. Perfect piece of silken heaven, and all for me. Soaked pretty baby, pouting for my cock.â
âStop making me wait,â your attempts to temper the whine in your tone fall terribly short.
A swift push fills you completely and he hurries to quiet you a moment too late. âHush, babyâĻI know it feels good. Feels so fucking good, doesnât it? Yeah?You feel me stretching out that little cunt?â
Nodding against his hand, your eyes burn into hisâĻyou never want to look away. You long to live here forever, lost in him. Every sense nothing but Jake.
His palm drops away from your mouth and finds your stomach as he kisses you quiet. âIâm going to put a little us right here someday, sugar. A tiny you and me.I want her to have your eyes.â
Lifting your hips, you press your belly into his touch âWhat if itâs a boy?â
He doesnât hesitate, âthen I want him to have your eyes.â
âJake,â youâre nearly breathless with the ache in your chest, âI love you so much.â
A slick wink is his reply, bringing you both back around from the daydream, âObviously. Tell me Iâm pretty and that you love my cock, instead.â
âFuck you!â You squeal with laughter, fighting him off when his fingers curl into your sides, tickling you while heâs still buried within you.
Stealing the thoughts from your head, he begins fucking into you, driving in deeply before pulling almost completely out. He rocks against that perfect spot inside with the pillowy tip of his cock until youâre positively trembling with anticipation, âPlease more,â it shakes out of you pathetically, âpleaseâĻâ
Your head drags away from the pillow to rest your cheek against his chest as you fight to stay as silent as you can, and instantly youâre met with his cradling embrace, âIâve got you, sugar. Iâve got you. Pretty pretty girlâĻmy angel, my baby. Iâve got you. My girl.â
He wants to ask again if youâll be his girl forever, if youâll let him watch you walk toward him, bathed in ivory silk, if youâll take his name because at the end of the day heâs more traditional than heâs ever known. If youâll give him the babies youâve imagined together. If youâll love him when he deserves it, and if youâll love him harder still when he doesnâtâĻ
But itâs all there in the soft breaths fluttering from your kiss swollen lipsâĻitâs all there.
âYouâre close already, sugar.â He tries and fails to hide the smug smile tugging at his lips, âGo ahead baby, you cum pretty for me. You cum on this cock. Cum all over my dick. Itâs yours.â
âHââ the plea stutters in your throat for a blink before you find your bearings, âharder,â
Slamming into you, he gives you exactly what youâve asked for, hitching your thigh so high you could kiss your knee if he asked to see it, âLet it go, sugar.â His eyes are frantic and wild as they search your own, âcâmon, let it go, give it to me. Thatâs itâĻshake for me, gorgeous, right around my cock.â
Youâre breaking apart. Exploding silently into pleasure points of light like stars in his sky as he fucks you through it so savagely he is forced to hold you down to keep you from slipping upward and away. Palm cradling the crown of your head to protect it from the headboard.
You hear him, murmuring words of praise, dirty and colored with adorationâĻyou do, you hear him - but you canât make sense of those beautiful words as your eyes roll and drift closed. And heâs right, youâre shaking for him. Thighs quivering and jerking as you claw at the shirt thatâs still somehow hanging from him where you abandoned it.
âStop,â tears are threatening, the bliss too great. Your heart and cunt too full.
âColor?â His question grits out through his teeth as he fucks and fucks and fucks into you.
âSâtoo muchâĻâ slurs out of you appropriately, as you are so very drunk on him.
âColor?â He is demanding an answer now, and so he shall have it.
âGreen, babyâĻâ you yank at his shirt harder still. âGreen green green, fuck me.â
His mouth, so soft and searching, suckles your neck sweetly in such contrast to the ruthless snaps of his hips, âyouâre the sweetest little thing just before you cum, arenât you? Squeezing my cock, pulling me in close, whining for meâĻI love you, sugar. God, I fucking love you.â
âKeep talking,â your plea is shamelessâĻhe sounds like a rasping, gravelly god above you, âtalk to me, JakeâĻtalk to me.â
With a grind of his hips, he gives you what you want âIâll talk to you. Until I die. I fucking love you. Youâre my whole heart and youâre my pretty little fuck doll and I fucking love you. My pretty girl. You're my sweetness, youâre my sugar.â
âIâm gonna cum,â it chokes out of you soft as a breath, but he hears you and covers your mouth to gently quiet you.
âMe too. Can you feel me?â His brows raise and then lower as he offers you a dirty wink, âall hot and hard inside this perfect cunt? Can you feel this cock throbbing? Itâs all yours, sugar. Thatâs your cock. Yours.â
The longing for him is aching, no matter that heâs pressed against you, that heâs inside you. All those nights you mourned him wonât leave you alone so easily, âI wish we could live like this. Your cock inside meâĻso deepâĻso perfect.â
âYeah?â It huffs out on a hushed laugh âyou want me to to live inside this pretty pussy? All safe and warm? Making you cum over and over like youâre about to right now?â
âYes,â youâre nodding like a mindless puppet âlive inside meâĻmake me cum.â
The pads of his fingers find your clit, swirling over it cashmere-soft like heâs trying to coax notes from his beloved. âLetâs go then, pretty girl. Show me how hard you can cum.â
Again, you shatterâĻnails raking over his scalp as you fall apart as silently as you can.
âOh, look at you,â his voice drips with restrained need, âquiet as a mouse. Good girl.â
He soothes you further when you begin to whimper and twist beneath him, âShh, youâre okay. You just breathe for me and letâs bring you back down, sugar. Down down down, just like a feather. Thatâs so good, baby, just like thatâĻshh.â
Your fingers find his cock, toying with the slick skin as it slips in and out of you, âI want it in my mouth, and in my cunt, and in my ass all at once. Cum inside me, jakeyâĻfill me up.â
âFuck doll,â he falters, hips halting and pressing, âyou love it that much? You love my cock that fucking much? Youâre just the dirtiest girl, arenât you?â
âYour cock,â words struggle through your pants for air, âyour face. Your heart. Your mind. Everything. Cum for your good girl. Really deep, baby, fill me up.
âFilthy,â he pants, fucking away at you so fervently he can scarcely breathe. âCan we cum together?â
âYes yes yes,â breathes out of your chest like his very favorite song.
âCan you give it to me, little girl? Will you?â His inflection is hushed, so inquisitive, stare bathing in you as though he wants to call your name so loudly the whole world will know heâs finally exactly where he belongs.
Thereâs a hunger there, in those eyes. And you are so unconditionally loved and accepted inside his stare. With him you are adored, and seen, and safe. With him you feel like the whole world and everything inside it.
âPlease cum, sugar.â Itâs an ordered plea, hushed into your ear. âI need it. I need to feel you. Cum on this cock, fuck dollâĻitâs yours baby, thatâs your cock. Use it. Fuck me back. Hips, baby girl. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.â
He is lost, panting and whimperingâĻcrying your name and whispering words that make no sense. Eyes darting between your gaze and your mouth before glancing down to where youâre swallowing him up before beginning the dance all over again.
Tighter and tighter you grip his cock. A slick, silken fist sent to render him impossibly hard and helpless.
His name ghosts from from your lips, but he nods frantically, as if youâve screamed it into the night, âI know, baby. Sugarââ a tremor shakes his shoulders, âI donât want to cum yet. Itâs too goodâĻI donât want,â he falters, hanging his head against your chest, âI donât want to stop. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good. I can feel you throbbing around me.â
Your lips find his neck, pressing warm kisses into his warm, glistening skin. âIâm gonna take it all, baby. Every dropâĻgive it to me. Give it to your girl.â
Knocking the tip of your nose with his own. âI love you, pretty girl. I love you so fucking much. I love you so fucking much.â
Eyes drifting closed, you sink under the spell he so easily casts over you and reach upward blindly to slip a finger into his mouth, gasping when his sinful tongue wraps around it.
âCan you feel my cock pulsing?â It slurs around your finger and he sounds lazily drunk on the heavy red wine he favors, âIâm right there, sugar. Tell me where my favorite girl wants it. Where does pretty girl want my cum?â
You clench down on him, ripping a growl from his throat, âInside, jakey, right fucking inside.â
Fucking you so frantically now, the headboard is sailing into the wall faster and faster, he grabs a fist full of your hair, staring down at you with wild, feral, nearly frightening eyes, âIâm cumming, sugar. Take it, fucking take it. Take it like a good girl. Are you my good girl?â
âIâm your good girl.â You gaze up at him as though he is the only thing anchoring your soul to this worldâĻbecause he is. âIâm your girl.â
So quietly, with his perfect face buried in the crook of your neck, he finds his end, shaking and panting into your skin until youâre certain he could melt you with a single sweep of his lips.
Holding him tightly against your body, you soothe your palms down his arms and back up again, offering gentle kisses into his hair until you're sure heâs fallen asleepâĻbut he suddenly startles you with a hushed laugh.
âGoddamn, Iâm so happy.â
âBaby,â your smile flips your belly and curls your toes. âIâm happy, too. But also youâre crushing me, so get off.â
With another rasping chuckle, he rolls to his side and pulls you close, taking care that he is lying in the mess youâve both made, and you are resting upon unscathed linens, âWhat would you like to do tomorrow? Anything you want. Anything at all.â
Fingertips tickling along his forearm you shrug, âThis. Lots more of this.â
âWell we canât just fuck all the time, pervert.â He teases, âHave some self control. How about I take you to breakfast in the morning looking hungover and a mess? Then weâll go home, showerâĻfuck. Iâll make some of that coffee you like? The Italian blend? We can look through Zillow and you can pick out your favorite things in your favorite houses. Weâll draw up blueprints that will make no fucking sense, since we have no idea what weâre doing. Fuck some more.â
âMoving awfully quickly, there, Mr. Kiszka.â You sigh with a smile you canât erase.
âSugar, were it up to me, Iâd knock you up and marry you tomorrow.â
âOoooh, shotgun wedding!â you giggle, rolling to face him. âHow romantic!â
âWell, if thereâs no shotgun involved, Iâm going to have to rethink this whole thing.â He sighs, âI like my freedom you know, woman. Who needs a ball and chain?â
âNot me.â
He pecks a kiss to your forehead, âMe neither. But something about you makes me so soft, and so 1950âs. I want you to be my wife, pretty girl.â
It steals your breath for a moment, but you find your footing quickly, âIs that a proposal, Jake?â
âAbsolutely not,â he scoffs. âBut itâs coming, sweetheart. Itâs coming.â

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