As Jake slept he had the most erotic dream he ever remembered having. Women lined up, one after another. All gorgeous. They threw themselves at him, begging. "Fuck me," they whispered, voices thick with want. Blonde hair, red lips, brown hair, blue eyes, curves pressing into him. He took them, one by one, endless and relentless. Their moans filled his head, loud and desperate. Hands clawed at him. Legs wrapped tight. He felt strong, unstoppable, dick hard as steel.
Then his eyes shot open. Reality hit fast. His breath caught. Yennefer knelt between his legs, lips wrapped around him. Her dark hair spilled over his thighs, tickling his skin. She sucked slow, deliberate, tongue swirling. Pleasure jolted through him, sharp and real. Better than the dream. Way better.
She noticed he was awake. Her eyes flicked up, violet and wicked. She popped him out of her mouth, slow and sexy, a thin string of spit trailing from her lips to his tip. "Good morning," she purred, voice low. "How was your sleep?"
He grinned, still dazed. "Great. Really great."
She laughed, soft and throaty. Her gaze dropped back to his dick, hard and slick from her. "I woke up and saw this. Couldn't help myself. It just looked so fucking great."
He opened his mouth to reply, but she didn't wait. She dove back down, taking him in fast. Her lips stretched around him, tight and warm. He groaned, head tipping back. She sucked hard, no teasing now. Her tongue pressed flat against him, sliding along the underside.
She bobbed her head, fast and eager. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in just enough to be noticeable. Spit dripped down, slicking him up. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock. His hips twitched, wanting more. Seeming to sense this she took him deeper, lips sliding halfway down his length. Then further. She pushed, trying to deep throat him. Her throat tightened, a soft gag escaping. She pulled back quick, gasping, eyes watering. But she didn't stop.
"Fuck," he muttered, watching her. She looked up, smirking around him, and tried again. She forced him deeper, throat fluttering as she fought to take it all. Her nose almost brushed his base, but she gagged hard, coughing. She slid off, panting, spit trailing from her mouth. "It's just too big," she rasped, grinning.
He laughed, breathless. "You're doing fine."
She wiped her lips, eyes glinting. "Fine's not enough." She went back in, determined. Her mouth stretched wide, sucking him down. But try as she might, she couldn't deep throat him, not fully, however she made up for it. Her tongue worked fast, circling his tip, flicking sensitive spots. One hand wrapped around his base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. She twisted her wrist, firm and slick, matching the rhythm of her sucking.
Her other hand slid lower, cupping his balls. She squeezed gently, rolling them in her fingers. He groaned louder, hips bucking. She hummed, pleased, the vibration hitting him hard. Spit pooled at his base, dripping onto the sheets. She didn't seem to care. She just kept going, messy and wild. Her hair bounced with every move, brushing his skin. He reached down, tangling his fingers in it. Not pushing, just holding. She moaned at that, sucking harder.
Her lips glistened, stretched tight. She pulled back slow, teasing his tip with her tongue, then she plunged down again. Fast. Hungry. She gagged once more, softer this time, and powered through. Her throat squeezed him, hot and tight for a second before she retreated. She stroked him quick with her hand, catching her breath, then dove back in. Relentless.
His legs tensed. His grip on her hair tightened. She felt it, knew he was close. She sped up, sucking harder, tongue relentless. Her hand pumped his base, slick and firm. Her moans mixed with wet, sloppy sounds, filling the room. Erotic as hell. He couldn't take it.
"I'm gonna..." he started, voice rough.
She didn't stop. Didn't even slow. Just kept going, eyes locked on his. He groaned loud, hips jerking. He came hard, erupting in her mouth. Hot spurts hit her tongue, her throat. She took it all, swallowing fast. She swallowed every bit, moaning soft as she did. Her hand kept going, drawing out every drop. She didn't pull off until he was done, shuddering under her.
She slid off slow, lips shiny. A huge smile spread across her face. She licked them, savoring him, and sat back on her heels. "Tasty," she said, voice low and thick.
He panted, head spinning. "Holy shit, Yennefer."
She chuckled, wiping her chin. "Good wake-up?"
As he nodded, her hand slid down, wrapping around him. He was still hard, slick from her. She stroked slow, sensual, fingers firm but gentle. His breath hitched. Her touch felt electric, sparking heat through him.
He reached up, grabbing the back of her neck. She gasped, surprised. He pulled her down, crashing his lips into hers. She moaned into the kiss, loud and needy, melting against him. Her tongue met his, hungry and bold. He tasted himself on her, sharp and salty, mixed with her sweetness. It drove him wild.
He broke the kiss, lips brushing her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he whispered, voice rough.
She trembled, a shiver running through her. Excitement lit her eyes. He smiled, loving it. Loving her reaction. He flipped her over fast, pinning her under him. She stared up, shocked, mouth open. Her dark hair fanned out on the bed, wild and messy. He didn't wait. He slid into her, deep and sure. She was wet, ready, and he slid right in.
She gasped, loud, as she threw her head back back. He started moving, thrusting steady. Her body rocked under him, perfect and warm. His hands found her tits, full and soft. He squeezed, thumbs brushing her nipples. They hardened under his touch, pink and sensitive. She moaned, sharp and high, arching into his hands. He pinched light, rolling them between his fingers. Her cries got louder, urging him on.
He kept fucking her, hard and deep. One hand slipped lower, finding her clit. He rubbed slow circles, slick and firm. She bucked, gasping his name. "Jake, oh fuck!" Her voice broke, raw with need. He grinned, loving how she sounded. Loving how she felt. Tight. Hot. Clinging to him with every thrust.
Yesterday was good. Great, even. But this? Better. Way better. He felt every inch of her, every pulse. She writhed under him, lost in it. Her hands clawed his back, nails leaving marks. He didn't mind. It spurred him faster, deeper.
Her tits bounced with every thrust. He couldn't get enough. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth. She cried out, loud and wild. His tongue flicked, teasing. His hand kept working her clit, steady and sure. She shook, trembling hard. "Don't stop," she begged, voice hoarse.
He didn't. He kept going, relentless. Her moans turned to screams, echoing in the small house. Sweat slicked their skin, mixing with the heat. She was close. He could feel it. Her walls tightened, squeezing him. He thrust harder, pushing her over. She shattered, cumming as she cried out again.
He groaned, feeling it pull him in. He played her clit faster, drawing it out. She thrashed, gasping, hands grabbing the covers on the bed. Her tits heaved, flushed pink. He sucked the other nipple, biting soft. She screamed again, a second orgasm hitting her. Her eyes fluttered, dazed and dark.
He wasn't done. Kept fucking her, chasing his own finish. She felt too good to stop. Wetness soaked the bed under her, proof of how much she wanted this. His hand squeezed her tit, firm and possessive. His fingers flicked her clit, light now, teasing. She whimpered, oversensitive but still rocking into him.
Pressure built in him, hot and tight. He thrust deep, grinding into her. She moaned his name, weak and broken. That did it. He came, hard and long, spilling inside her. His groan was loud, rough, shaking the air. He slowed, panting, riding it out. She trembled under him, spent and soft.
He pulled out slow, watching her. Her chest rose and fell, fast at first, then slower. Her eyes half-closed, lips parted. Sweat glistened on her skin, cuts fading in the morning light. He collapsed beside her, breathing hard. She turned her head, her eyes soft and bright as she grinned at him.
"That was the best fucking of my entire life," she said, voice rough from all the moaning.
Jake smiled as he laughed. "It was pretty good for me too."
