Break Your Hips

SIRI

Let me just get it out here: I was no virgin. 

No, I’ve fuck and been fucked before. But I could count the number of times I've had a dick in me with one hand. And it was only one dick. That one dick wasn't near the size of Jackson. Not even by half.

When Jackson impaled me, I screamed so loud, my throat felt like it was going to bleed. My eyes were wide, immediately watering. Oh, God. He was in so deep. And the way he was stretching me… it burned. 

“Fucking hell,” he growled from behind me, his chest completely pressed to my back. “Fuck, you’re tight, Siri. You're squeezing me so tight.”

“Jackson…” I choked out, my voice already hoarse. “It’s… It’s too much, Jackson.”

His fingers trailed slowly and softly from my stomach up to my chest, and I shivered. His breath was hot behind my ear as he whispered, “Relax, Siri. Come on, love. It will only hurt if you don't relax.”

His fingers moved to my nipples. He didn't touch them: his fingers just kept trailing around them, and I moaned softly as I felt goosebumps break across my skin. Slowly, I began to relax, unclenching around him. 

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice so deep, I had to shut my eyes when it felt too good. “Be a good fucking girl, and relax so I can fuck you.”

“Ohh,” I said softly as I rolled my hips gently, and he groaned so deeply, I felt it on my skin. “Who knew you had such a filthy tongue on you?”

He licked my ear before he bit down gently on it, and my body jolted. “There are so many things this filthy tongue can do to you.”

He rolled his hips softly, and my eyes snapped open as pleasure shot through my body. I reached back and grabbed the back of his head. “L-like what?”

His hand moved to my breasts, grabbing one of them while his hips kept rolling. “Like feast on your cunt. Fuck you with my tongue until I’m covered in your fluid.” 

“That’s dirty, Jackson.”

His hips began to move a bit faster, and I moaned, my hips rushing back on him. 

“In here, Siri, while we’re both naked and horny like animals in heat, there’s no such thing as dirty.”

His fingers pinched my nipple, and I moaned loudly, my head dropping back on his shoulder. I still held the back of his head, my fingers gripping his hair tight as the pace of his hips picked up. 

He pulled out and slammed back in again, the sharp slap of our skin meeting echoing off the walls. Jackson’s breathing was harsh as he moved faster. His hand left my breast and moved up to my neck. He grabbed it, not tight, just kept his hand wrapped around it.  

His other hand went between my legs. His fingers found my swollen clit, and a loud moan was ripped from my throat as he rubbed it. 

“Jackson… if you do that, I’m going to cum,” I choked out as he fucked me harder and faster. 

I had thought our first sex together would be slow and calm. I thought we'd need some time to get used to each other, but Jackson didn't seem to think the same. His thrusts were fast and hard, hitting me deep, and in a sweet spot that I was only just discovering. 

“That’s the purpose of this, Siri,” he growled into my ear as his fingers kept rubbing my clit, while his dick rearranged my insides in a way I didn't think was possible. “I want you to come completely undone. I want you to cum on my fucking dick, my name on your lips.” 

“I… I like that dirty tongue of yours," I moaned as my body rocked forward every time he went in.

He chuckled so deliciously. “There’s so much more you can like.”

Oh, I know there was. 

As if to prove those words, he ripped his hand away from my clit, and before I could curse at him, he pressed his fingers into my spine and pushed me down until my chest was almost touching the top of the couch. I grabbed the edge just as he grabbed my hips roughly. 

He pulled back until just his crown remained, and this time, when he slammed back in, I saw stars. My eyes went wide, my mouth falling open, but no sound came out.

“Fuck, you feel good, Siri,” he rasped as he pounded into me, his front slapping into my ass. “You feel so fucking good. I never thought it would feel this good.” 

And I never thought he could fuck this good. 

I knew he had a big dick, but there was a difference between having a big dick and actually knowing how to use it. Oh, Jackson most definitely knew how to use it. He was using it to drive me close to the edge, to drive me fucking crazy. 

My mouth was still open, and saliva dripped out, but I was past caring about that. My fingers dug into the couch as my body was driven forward. The couch cracked and groaned in protest beneath us. I thought it would tilt over at one point, but it held its ground. 

“Jackson!” I moaned as I threw my hips back and met his thrusts. “Jackson, harder!”

He scoffed breathlessly. “How much harder do you want me to go than this?”

“Harder, you prick! Break your damn hips, for all I care. Just fuck me like an animal!”

He growled. “Alright then.”

He grabbed me by the elbows, and then pulled me back while my chest was still pressed on the couch. He shifted behind me, placing one leg on the floor, while the other remained on the couch. And then he drove in.

“OH, GOD!” I screamed so loud that I was sure his neighbors many floors away would hear. 

“No, baby, it’s just Jackson,” he growled, that male arrogance dripping from his voice. “Jackson is the name you should be moaning about. Come on. Moan it!” 

Oh, yes. I was definitely getting addicted to this. There were no two ways about it. He didn't give me a choice in the matter. 

My arms ached from being pulled, but oh, I was in heaven. I could feel the light of heaven shining down on my face. 

“Jackson!”

“That’s it, baby.”

Oh, good Lord up above, the way he said that “baby.” Was this fucking man real? Or have I gotten so creative with my imagination?

He let go of my arms, leaning down until his sweaty chest was resting on my back. His fingers found my clit again, and I screamed even louder. 

“Cum, Siri,” he growled into my ear.