Se connecter“Azalea is still in the building. She could come back in here for something.” He says, trying to think of some sort of excuse.
Sitting up, so I can readjust my position, I turn and straddle his lap. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lean in my breath hot on his ear. “I don’t care. I want you, Jacob.” I whisper. Before he can say anything, I lean in and gently bite the sensitive skin of his neck. “Please.” I beg.
"Fuck Savannah." He groans, putting his hands on my hips.
I rock my hips on his lap a couple of times and his grip tightens. "I'm aching for you Jacob. My pussy needs you. I know you want me too. I can feel how hard you are. Let me give you the release you need." I say, as I rock my hips some more, letting my chest rub against his.
Jacob doesn't say anything, So, I sit back to look at him better. He just stares at me, watching me with desire filled eyes. I know he's trying to hold on to the last strand of self control he has, but I don't want him to. I want him to lose control with me.
"Savannah, I shouldn't be doing this." He growls, as he leans in to kiss me. His lips crash into mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. We both moan, as our tongues swirl around one another's.
I bring my hands up to the back of his neck, as he kisses me harder. Jacob's hands slide down and around to my ass, squeezing it hard. I continue rocking my hips, with each roll of my hips I can feel his bulge pressing against my already sensitive clit. Fuck, I can't wait to feel him inside me.
Jacob keeps kissing me, his hands massaging my ass. Without warning he stands up, picking me up as if I weigh absolutely nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist. I'm not exactly sure what he is doing and I don't care. I would let him do anything he wanted to me.
Jacob turns towards the couch and leans down, putting himself between my legs, as he gently lays me on my back. His hands explore my body, as our kiss turns messier and more desperate. I run my hands over his chest, bringing them back up to the top button on his shirt.
I slowly unbutton his shirt, running my hands over his muscular stomach and chest once his shirt falls open. Jacob groans, breaking the kiss. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks, breathing just as heavily as I am.
I bite my bottom lip, nodding my head. "Yes." I whisper, looking at him. I have seen him shirtless hundreds of times, when we were swimming, or stuff like that. This is different though and damn, he is so damn sexy.
Jacob leans down kissing me again, before standing up. He pulls his shirt the rest of the way off, throwing it on the floor next to the couch. I watch as he reaches for the button on his pants. Every muscle flexes as he unzips his pants, pushing them down with one easy motion. Jacob hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and I watch as he pulls them down over his hard dick.
My eyes go wide. He's even bigger than I thought. His dick is swollen, veins bulging, the head of it is red and there is a drop of pre-cum. "Do you like what you see?" He asks, smirking at me. My eyes snap up to meet his and I nod my head.
"Yes." I whisper. "Your dick is so big."
Jacob chuckles softly, getting back between my legs on the couch. "I'm glad you like it." He whispers, as he runs his hands up the outside of my thighs. Jacob hooks his fingers around the thin string of my panties and I lift my hips a little. He pulls them off, throwing them on the floor with his clothes. Jacob pushes my dress up the rest of the way out of the way and he groans when I spread my legs open a little. "You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen."
"Really?" I ask, blushing a little.
Jacob leans over me, giving me a soft kiss. "Yes, really."
I smile up at him. He kisses me again, and I feel him pressing against my entrance. I try to relax the best I can, but I'm nervous. He pushes inside me just a little and I tense up. "Just relax." He whispers, kissing my neck.
"Okay." I whisper, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
He pushes in the rest of the way and I bite my lip to keep from groaning in pain. "You are so tight." He groans. "You are squeezing my dick so damn hard right now."
I can feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me, making me moan softly. It hurts a little, but I don't want him to stop. Jacob pulls out slowly and pushes back inside. He does it again, and again. It takes a minute, but I start to relax. The pain quickly turns to pleasure. Jacob kisses me, as he starts thrusting faster and harder. I moan against his mouth and he thrusts harder.
Jacob breaks the kiss and sits up, grabbing my hips. He keeps thrusting, and I moan loudly, arching my back. "Fuck, Jacob. Your dick feels so good." I moan, grabbing the edge of the couch.
He thrusts harder, the new position making his dick go deeper. "I'm going to cum." He growls, his voice rough. Jacob thrusts a few more times and pulls out suddenly, grabbing his dick. "Fuck." He groans. His hand pumps up and down a couple of times and the first spurt of cum shoots out, landing on my stomach. He keeps stroking his dick and a second spurt comes out landing on my pussy. Jacob groans and grunts as the last tiny bit pours out on his stomach.
Jacob smiles, looking at his cum all over me. His eyes go wide and I sit up, sliding back. "What's wrong?" I ask, feeling anxious.
I look down and see the small blood spot on the couch. "Savannah, were you a virgin?" He asks, and I can't tell if he is mad or not.
“Azalea is still in the building. She could come back in here for something.” He says, trying to think of some sort of excuse.Sitting up, so I can readjust my position, I turn and straddle his lap. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lean in my breath hot on his ear. “I don’t care. I want you, Jacob.” I whisper. Before he can say anything, I lean in and gently bite the sensitive skin of his neck. “Please.” I beg."Fuck Savannah." He groans, putting his hands on my hips.I rock my hips on his lap a couple of times and his grip tightens. "I'm aching for you Jacob. My pussy needs you. I know you want me too. I can feel how hard you are. Let me give you the release you need." I say, as I rock my hips some more, letting my chest rub against his.Jacob doesn't say anything, So, I sit back to look at him better. He just stares at me, watching me with desire filled eyes. I know he's trying to hold on to the last strand of self control he has, but I don't want him to. I want him to lose cont
I pull my hand away and Jacob continues rubbing my pussy on his own. His fingers rub up and down the thin lace, making my pussy even more wet. I moan softly and he pushes my panties to the side. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” He whispers, but he doesn’t stop. “Please, Jacob. Don’t stop.” I whisper, leaning in to kiss his neck. Jacob tilts his head to the side, groaning. He pushes his finger inside me, and I moan louder against his neck. “Damn, Savannah. You are so tight.” He says, as he pushes a second finger inside me. “Your fingers are so big. I can feel them stretching me.” I moan, kissing his neck again. Jacob chuckles softly. “If you think my fingers are big, then there is no way you will be able to handle my dick baby sis.” I moan loudly, pussy getting even more wet as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy. “I want to feel your dick inside me. I want you to stretch me and make me cum, while you fuck me hard.” My breathing turns heavier as he continues rub
With one quick motion Jacob scoops me up into his arms. He carries me across his office with ease, making me seem weightless. He sits on the couch, with me in his lap. "Jacob, I- I don't feel good." I whisper, snuggling into him. Just being in his arms, feeling so safe and secure, makes me want to cry. Azalea put something in my drink. I know she did. I should have gone with my gut feeling and not drank it. I should have just thanked her and left it sitting on the table. I'm sure Mom and Dad would have called me ungrateful, a brat, or whatever other mean thing they think of at the time if I had not drunk it. Should I tell Jacob what she did? Would he even believe me if I told him? I don't know exactly how he feels about Azalea being back, but she is his sister. His biological sister. I'm just his adopted sister. Someone his parents brought home one day and said here is your new sister, you have to love her. So, I'm sure he loves Azalea more than he loves me and he would most likely
The young girl nods her head. “Yeah. It’s me.” She says, making all of our guests break into not so quiet whispers. “That’s Azalea? Where has she been?” One guest asks another. “I thought she was dead. I never would have imagined she would show up on her eighteenth birthday.” Another guest whispers. “What’s going to happen to Daisy now that Azalea has returned?” Another guest asks, giving me a sympathetic look. The kind of look that says they know exactly what is going to happen to me. Mom and Dad run over to her, pulling Azalea into a hug as Mom sobs. “I can’t believe you are home.” Mom says, as she squeezes Azalea. I stare at the young girl for a long time. She is pretty and poised. The kind of look that comes from being born into a rich family. Almost like it is genetic or something. She must feel me staring because she looks over at me, her smile falling as her gaze rakes over me. After the longest hug I have ever witnessed my dad finally pulls away. "I- ummm. I don't want t
“I want you to be on your best behavior tonight, Daisy.” Lorraine, my adopted mother, tells me as she curls my hair. I sigh, trying very hard not to roll my eyes at the use of her name for me. Mom adopted me when I was eight years old, I know my name is not Daisy. My name is Savannah. I also know she only named me that because it is her second favorite flower. Azalea is her favorite flower and the name of her real daughter. The daughter that went missing around age five. “I know Mom.” I say, using an emotionless tone. “Tonight is your eighteenth birthday. I want you to act like an adult.” Mom says, giving me a stern look through the mirror. In my head I am screaming ‘I am already twenty years old and it’s not even my fucking birthday! My birthday is in October, not June.’ I don’t say that though. I don’t want to piss her off. She is in a semi good mood today, although I know it’s all an act. Azalea’s birthday is the worst day of the year. Mom tries to act like everything is normal







