Hang Your Halo

Fourteen

Just like the last one, this is allllll filth.  Almost twice as long and a good bit spicier too 🫣. Again, skip if it's not your thing.  Keep reading to see them finally release all that sexual tension 🥵
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"I know your body language baby, you ain't gotta translate it, so let it talk to me til I can't take it. Your lips, your hair, your smile, your touch, your kiss, your stare, your vibe's too much.  It lights me up, you got me set.  I'm way too gone so baby let your eyes close, say my name, and watch me goin' up in flames"
Speakers x Sam Hunt

Jake

Beckham telling me she wanted to be mine set off something absolutely feral in me.  Sure, I've always been the one in control- would you expect anything less from a guy with an ego like mine?  But the need to have her completely at my mercy is definitely new to me.  As I kiss her, I pull her arms back up above her head and pin them together at the wrists in one of my large hands.  I trail the other down her arm, across her collarbone (that absolutely has a bite mark on it), and land at the base of her neck.  My palm rests along the soft skin there and I can feel her pulse hammering as hard as mine.  Connecting our lips again, I slip my tongue in her mouth at the first opening I get.  In an attempt to find friction since her hands are pinned, she arches her back up to me, trying to roll her hips against mine again.  I relent, but not how she wants.  I press my chest to hers and grin at the frustrated groan she lets out.  I reluctantly pull my lips away from hers and look down at her, squeezing her wrists. 

"Keep your hands here like a good girl, ok?  You move them, I stop.  Understand?" I ask her.  She nods, but I need more than that.  "Words, angel.  Let me hear that sweet voice," I tell her.

"Yes sir, I understand."  She tried to be snarky with that comment, but it only served to make me harder. 

I give her wrists one more squeeze, reminding her to leave them there.  I sit back and admire the gorgeous woman in front of me.  I kiss her lips once then move down her neck.  My tongue leaves a warm trail behind my lips from one shoulder to the other before I move down her sternum. 

"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of having these tits in my hands, in my mouth?  God, those dreams didn't even come close."  I don't give her a chance to do more than moan in response as I lower my head and run my tongue over one of her nipples, my hand finding the other. 

My tongue rolls around the piercing and the noise she lets out will live in my brain for the rest of my life.  She's so sensitive and it's so sexy.  That gives me an idea.  "Sweetheart, have you ever cum just from nipple play?" I ask her. 

"No, I got the piercings in hopes that they would help me finish, but it didn't work," she tells me, a sweet blush creeping over her cheeks at the admission.  

"I'm gonna change that tonight.  I bet I can make you do it, I can make you see stars without even going anywhere near that pretty pussy."  Her jaw drops and I can already see evidence of how wet she is on her sheets. 

I take advantage of her open mouth and place my thumb and pointer finger against her tongue.  "Suck, get them wet for me, pretty girl," I demand more than I request.  She quickly closes her mouth, that vicious tongue sliding all over my fingers.  Once I'm satisfied, I pull them out and watch the line of saliva that forms between her lips and my fingers in awe.