sugar daddy II » jack gilinsky

Twenty Three

Before I fully make it into Jack's room and kick off my heels, Jack's hands press against my hips. He presses our lips together roughly, making it so that I'm walking backwards me.

The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and he stops kissing me, pulling away and tugging on my bottom lip as he does so. Jack's eyes hungrily rake up and down my body.

"You're so beautiful." He compliments.

His hands go around my back, fumbling with the zipper. He's skipping straight to it. Does he not do third base anymore? I'm beginning to miss third base a lot.

When he successfully pushes my dress down my body, he gives it another glance. As he's doing that, I bring my hands up his chest. Trying to be as seductive as possible and I've never really had enough confidence to do this. Not as much as Jack, at least.

"My turn to undress you." I kiss his jawline, making him groan.

I use my fingertips to undo his bow tie and I let it unravel around his neck. I carefully unbutton each of the buttons on his shirt and push that and his blazer off his shoulders at once.

I palm him through his dress pants and he bites his bottom lip, looking down to watch my hand. He clenches his jaw for a short moment and notices that I'm not moving my hand at all.

"Teasing is not nice." He whispers into my ear in a scolding way.

He's so attractive when he's like this. He aggressively takes my hand from his pants and kisses me roughly once more. Shivers run down my spine as he pushes my down on the bed.

Jack digs out is wallet from his back pocket and opens it up, taking out the familiar metallic packet. He unbuttons his pants and it's taking so long, I'm beginning to drift off. Does he replace the condom every time?

Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I go further up the bed and wait for him. He rips the foil packaging in between his teeth and rolls it on himself. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he gets on the bed.

He leans his back against the headboard and grabs me by my hips. I begin to straddle him, a smirk evident on his face.

"Ride me." He says and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Whatever pleases you, baby." I tease him even more.

I've never actually called him baby before and I think I like calling him that now. The smirk is wiped off his face and he looks completely serious. Maybe I've upset him?

He grabs my hips again and lines himself up with me. Jack slowly pushes me down and I adjust myself on top of him. He doesn't let go of my hips and I'm unable to move.

"Let go, Jack." I whimper, wanting to feel the pleasure.

"I'm teasing you back." He tells me and then whispers into my ear. "Babygirl."

The nickname and his warm breath combined send chills down my spine. The good kind. I can't remember the last time he ever called me that, but I enjoy that name more than I should.

He shifts a little, creating some sort of movement and I let out a quiet moan. I lean forward onto him, kissing his neck, finally getting him to let go of my hips. I move up and down, watching come undone beneath me.

It's nice to know that I'm the one making him feel all of this pleasure and making him feel this way. I mentally cringe when I realize that many other females have probably made him feel like this.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He curses, his eyes shutting for a short moment.

Those are the dirty words I've missed hearing from across the country.

"Baby." He breathes, grabbing my hips again and I stop. "Can we go a little slower? I don't want to come so fast. I want to do this with you longer."

His words tug on my heart. He can be a sex God one second and sweet and loving the next. I bring my hands up to his hair, moving slowly and trying to feel all of him.

Jack quickly flips us so that I'm on my back against the bed and he's on top of me. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, sucking harshly. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

He blows cold air on it, sending a chilling sensation on the freshly marked spot. I arch my back and feel him grin against my neck. I steady my breathing, waiting for him to move. He's not making any movements and is just staying still.

"I know you wanted tonight to be about me, but it's about you." I tell him, practically panting.

"No, it's about you." He argues, vibrations sending against my neck. "It's always gonna be about you."

He slowly pushes in and out of me. My legs wrap around his torso as he kisses down my neck and chest, coming back up to my lips. We usually just casually fuck here and there, but when do we really take things 'slow' and 'make love'.

Jack begins to pick up his pace as my moans grow louder and more consistent. He brings a hand down to rub me while he continues at the pace he's at. I'm so close to the edge, but I don't think he is.

"Jack." I drag out his name as the moan escapes from my lips. "I'm gonna-"

He groans and that's when I know he's close. He only does that when he's about to come. My back arches again, signaling him that I'm about to come undone any second.

"Let go, baby." He tells me, pounding inside of me even harder than before.

My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy. Sex with him is always amazing. Except this time, we talked more than we ever have during sex. Not sure if I like a lot of communication during intercourse.

Jack pulls out of me and I wince. He captures my lips with his once again and sprawls out next to me. I wrap my arms around his stomach as he pulls me closer. We never actually cuddle naked.

He runs is rough hand down my body and I cuddle closer to him. The cold air is hitting my body in all the wrong places.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you more." I reply, my breathing all ragged.

"Not possible."

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