Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” Jack says, his hand now gently caressing my heated flesh. “You took your punishment so well.”
I whimper at his praise, pressing back against his touch. “Please,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
“Please what?” Jack teases, his fingers dancing along my inner thigh.
“Please fuck me,” I moan, loud enough for the microphone to pick up. The chat goes wild, but I barely notice.
Jack spins me around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. “Ready to give them a real show?” he asks, his voice dominant and yet soothes me.
I nod, breathless with anticipation. “Yes, please.”
He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the head of the bed. We fall onto the mattress together, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses.
As Jack’s lips trail down my neck, I catch sight of the chat out of the corner of my eye. It’s moving so fast I can barely read the messages, but I catch glimpses of sexual commands they want us to do, awe, and more than a little envy.
I smile to myself, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensations. Let them watch. Let them see how good it can be when fantasy becomes reality.
I know how the camera is positioned, and I want the viewers to get a good view of my gripping Jack’s cock. I reach down between us, my fingers wrapping around Jack’s hard length. I angle my body slightly, making sure the camera captures the moment as I stroke his massive size.
I guide Jack’s impressive length toward my entrance, teasing myself with the tip. The viewers can see everything—my glistening folds, Jack’s thick shaft, the way my body trembles with need.
“Please,” I whimper, loud enough for the mic to pick up. “I need you inside me.”
Jack’s eyes lock with mine, a silent question. I nod, giving him permission to take control.
“Safety first, ladies and gentlemen,” he says as he reaches for condom that rests on a stack on the nightstand. Then in one smooth motion, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure, my back arching off the bed.
“Oh god, yes!” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Jack sets a relentless pace, each powerful thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I’m dimly aware of the chat exploding with activity, but all I can focus on is the incredible sensations Jack is creating within me.
“You feel so good,” Jack growls. “So tight, so wet for me.”
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper.
“Harder,” I plead. “Please, I need more.”
Jack obliges, his hips snapping forward with increased intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps of pleasure.
I can feel my climax building, a familiar tension coiling low in my belly. Jack must sense it too, because he shifts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, his voice low and commanding. “Are you going to come for all your viewers?”
The reminder of our audience sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I nod frantically, words failing me as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.
“Then do it,” Jack orders. “Come for me. Now.”
His command, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, sends me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure. Jack doesn’t let up, prolonging my orgasm as he chases his own release.
With a guttural groan, Jack buries himself deep inside me one last time. I can feel him pulsing, filling me with his warmth. We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath of our shared climax.
Finally, Jack pulls out slowly, careful to keep our faces hidden from the camera. I turn my head toward the computer, seeing the chat absolutely exploding with excited messages and generous tips.
“I hope you all enjoyed the show,” I say, my voice still breathless. “Until next time . . .”
I get out of bed and reach over and end the livestream, the room suddenly quiet without the constant ping of incoming messages. Jack pulls me into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
“That was . . .” I trail off, unable to find the right words.
“Incredible,” Jack finishes for me, his voice soft and filled with awe. “You’re incredible.”
I look up at him, searching his face. The dominant energy from moments ago has faded, replaced by the gentle warmth I’ve always associated with Jack. It’s a stark reminder of the duality I’m still trying to reconcile.
“What happens now?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
Jack’s arms tighten around me. “That’s up to you,” he says. “We can take things slow, figure this out together. Or—”