Last Night, Part 3

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Read Part 2 here.

When I was able to move again, I rolled onto my side.  Instinctively I tried to pull Jack in for a deep, passionate kiss.  But I couldn't because I was still bound, my wrists and my thumbs cuffed together by solid, unyielding metal.  Seductively, I flicked my tongue at him and he leaned in, pressing his open mouth to mine.  He placed his hand under my neck, supporting my tired muscles, and kissed me voraciously.

"It's your turn," I said after our lips had parted.  I expected him to turn me all the way onto my back, straddle my chest, and throat-fuck me.  Or better still, raise me onto my knees and, with my hands still restrained behind my back, loom over me while I sucked his cock.  And while I was hungry for him, anticipating the familiar taste and the telltale throb of his member between my lips, I was very pleased when he instead turned me once again onto my stomach and raised my hips.  I knew what was coming.

Jack's hands were warm against my cheeks.  He spread me open once again and I waited, face pressed into the bed, anticipating his next move.  After several tense, breathless seconds he shifted his weight, and rather than feeling his expert probing tongue on my ass it was his steel-hard cock against the slick lips of my pussy.  He didn't make me wait long before plunging into me as deeply as I'd ever felt him, filling me completely.  His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet every powerful forward thrust.

I love it when Jack holds onto my hips while he rides me from behind.  It's exhilarating to feel his fingers against my flesh, his hands pulling me insistently onto him.  Other times his hands find their way to my nipples or my clit, and although I do love that, when Jack is fucking me doggy style there's one thing that I want his hands to do more than any other.  When I felt him twist my hair around his fingers, I wondered if I was married to a mind reader.  He pulled deftly, lifting my face up from the blankets  in which it had been buried, and continued to pound.

I knew he was close when he began to huff breathlessly, and in seconds his sounds turned into intense moans of orgasm.  As he flooded me with burst after burst of hot cum, Jack collapsed against my back.  I felt gentle kisses on my neck, then my shoulders.  I wanted to reciprocate but I still couldn't move, partially because of his weight on top of me, and partially because of the restraints.  At last Jack removed them, setting them down on his nightstand.  My arms were tingly, not used to their newfound freedom.  So he took me in his arms and we kissed, and then we went to sleep.

-Jill