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Passionate Fire PART5

I grasped his head and moaned, my head tilting back, my mouth slightly agape.

"Fuck Jack ah~" I moaned, my gut tightening. He started sucking faster,his hand around the base of my shaft.

"Jack fuck Im~" I couldn't finish my sentence, my moans kept interrupting me. I started groaning and moaning at the same time, my body slightly shaking.

"Jack t-that's it..." I said, feeling pleasure rush up my body, making me jump slightly. He focused entirely on my sweet spot, lightly moaning around me, sending vibrations through me.

His moans were only bringing me to climax faster, my own moans becoming louder and more desperate.

He pulled away and thrusted into me, instantly striking my prostate. My back arched and I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.

"J-Jack please~" I moaned, clawing at his back. "Fuck ah~" I moaned, my back arching as he used my own teqnicue, grinding in circles against my prostate, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

My brows drew together in pleasure and I cried out to him, breathing heavily. "Jack fuck... Harder..."

I groaned, hissing through my teeth as precum dripped from me, making me shiver.

I started panting, my dick twitching in pleasure. "Mmmm~" Jack moaned, biting his lip and tightly closing his eyes.

Suddenly the pleasure burst into a burning fire, making me scream his name, begging him for what only he could give me.

"FUCK JACK Y-YES!" I cried, the feeling of climax rushing over me. My back arched so high it pressed my body against his, the warmth only making me feel more pleasure.

He exploded inside of me and my body jumped,  shattering. "FUCK JACK IM CUMMI- A-AH!" I screamed as I climaxed, digging my nails into his back.

I collapsed onto the couch, breathing so hard it was giving me a migraine. "Wow..." Jack whispered, his pupils dilated to the max.

I pulled him beside me and kissed him, looking into his eyes. "Jack... I'm sorry." I whispered, regret flooding over me.

"For what?" He responded, looking confused. "For everything... Not believing you... Running away, for believing them..."

"Oh Mark... It's okay." He said, hugging me. "You didn't know what to do. You were afraid..."

"But I still di-" "Shh. Forget it. It's over now. Recycled into something new." "W-... What's it recycled into?" I said quietly, curiosity filling my tone.

"It's been recycled into something new... Good... Better. Our love. We're like two doves flying off into the sunset, into a new place​. A new future.Doves represent hope. We have enough hope for each other to get past any obstacle. We are inseparable."

I was blown away by his poetic side. I never knew he was poetic. It was beautiful. Just like him.