#hoooo boy

you can see a little bit of jack's mostly salt than pepper hair, you can see him looking at you through the screen with a lustful gaze, you can see how his frame is almost swallowing you due to how fucking big he is compared to you. seriously, no one's grandad should look this sexy. and you. . .

you look fucking sinful. your mascara has run down your cheeks — you've been crying a lot because you're so goddamn tired but jack's been making you feel so good to beg him to stop. your lipstick has completely rubbed off of your lips. you can also see some drool and snot sticking to your skin. disgusting. but fuck, you can't deny how hot you look right now. the way your hips are winding on his cock, and how it drives the old man crazy. his head keeps tilting back, yelling and groaning up at the ceiling, eyes rolling to the back of his skull — like a man possessed.

jack hazily stares back at your eyes through the screen, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards. "a throne for a princess."

now it's your turn to cry out of pleasure, the loudness echoing off the walls.

"jesus– fuck!!" your voice was strangled, nails digging into the meat of jack's thighs.

he hissed, then he taunts you. "why? you gonna cum again?"

you didn't answer him. instead, you grumbled in a weak objection. that's a clear enough answer.

jack gets up from the bed bringing you with him. he's still balls deep inside of you when he looks at the screen to make sure he's getting the right angles. he takes hold of both of your arms and pins them behind your back before he starts to pound hard in and out of you.

are his joints not on fire? his back must be killing him too but his determination to make you come for the sixth time outweighs his own needs. 

the camera captures the recoil of your breasts from the force of jack's thrusts. you can't speak at all, you think that's what he wants — your only role in his film was to act as his personal pornstar, someone who doesn’t have to speak or think. someone who just moans and acts slutty — and fuck, you love it. 

he sneaks a hand around your body to play with your clit, you start to squirm away from him from overstimulation. he’s everywhere. his cock, his breath, his scent. . . you’re drowning in him. 

“squirt again for me, baby. squirt all over this floor until your smell is stuck in this room for days.” 

you unhinge your jaw with a silent scream as you spray your juices one. . . two. . . three. . . four times. you can not hold your entire body up by yourself, jack has to maneuver you into a bent over position by the dresser where the camera is placed. 

jack presses himself on your sweaty back, then breathes against your hairline. “what do you say, beautiful?”

it takes everything in you to moan out the words, “siiiixxxxx. . .” you sob, “thank you for making me feel good. love you, daddy.”

“love you too, baby.” you can see him smile fondly at you, there’s genuine love and adoration in his eyes — a stark difference compared to that first time he bent you over his knee, when there was only lust.

“ready for the next one? lucky number seven?” 

“. . .dunno.” you think you’re at your breaking point and you’re really tired. 

his demeanour changed into concern, “just say the word, baby. we can stop. you’re the boss here.”

you can’t stop the single tear that escaped your eye, jack swiped over it with his thumb before tilting your head to face him. he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. 

he may be the 'daddy' or the 'papa' but you got him wrapped around your finger. he has always spoiled you but you think you should do the same to him because he deserves it as much as you. 

a wide smile breaks across your face. jack returns one of his own.

with a single nod, “i’m okay, papa. let’s do it.”

he carefully pulls out of you, takes the camera and hands it to you. you clutch it to your chest as he picks you up in a bridal carry and carries you back to the bed. 

he retrieves the object back from you and sets it on the bedside table. he makes a few adjustments on its angles and your positions. 

you are sprawled on the mattress, your limbs feeling like jelly. he pushes your legs apart then hooks them around his waist. 

you place a hand on his thigh. you softly ask, “your leg still okay?” 

he simply smiled, “i’m okay.”

you hummed with a pout, unconvinced. your expression makes him huff a laugh. “i promise.” 

jack takes hold of his still hard, heavy cock. he gives your cunt a few ‘love taps’ before he pushes in you again. he’d been inside you all this time and yet the stretch still knocks the air out of your lungs. 

he draws himself closer to you, brushing his lips against yours. he starts pounding deep and hard. this will be orgasm number seven — he has to make it so fucking good for you, you pass out. 

he’s not giving you enough time to breathe, you can’t help but to just close your eyes shut and take what he’s giving you. you also don’t realise that you’re scratching down his back, your nails are surely leaving marks deep into his skin. 

jack grunts in pain but he keeps going. he’s so close to reaching his peak. 

“give it to me. fu– fucking squeeze the fuck out of my cock.” 

you let out a high keen, “i’m cumming! aah–!” you start to convulse beneath him, still leaving marks not only on his back but on his beefy biceps as well. 

not letting you recover, he drags you to the edge of the bed and lets you drop to the floor. his hands shove you into a kneeling position. 

as if on autopilot mode, you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out. jack pumps his dick with quickness, “that’s a good little girl. fuck, you’re so pretty.” he moans long and loud, “staystillstaystillstaystill. take alllll of your papa’s cum. c’mon.”

some of the first spurts landed on your forehead and cheeks, you angled your head to catch the remaining spend. 

when he’s sure he squeezed out all of it, he tells you to keep his cum on your tongue and stay in place. he briskly makes his way over to the bedside table to grab the camcorder. he returns standing in front of you, pointing the lens to your face, and zooming in. 

“swallow.” 

you obey, your eyes close at the delectable taste of your old lover. 

jack sighed, in awe of you. “show off those manners, little miss.”

you giggled, “that’s seven. thank you for the gift, daddy!” you bite your lip, hoping to come off as flirtatious in the video. 

“you gonna meet up with old men you talk to on the internet at hotels again?” 

“nuh-uh.”

“that’s a good girl. . . you’re gonna be my new favourite plaything.” he caresses the side of your jaw.

recording ends.

jack carelessly chucks the camcorder on the bed. 

he runs both of his hands through his curls, wiping the dripping sweat off his face in the process. and like a switch, “i’ll run a bath for us then room service?”

you inch closer to his right kneecap to give it a gentle kiss. you rest your cheek against it, you look up at him. “then a massage?”

“deal.” as he starts to lean forward to help you up, he hisses and rubs the skin of his lower back. “maybe a full body massage?" ♡