Omaha Squad Smuts

Jack Gilinsky: New House

-Background-
You and Jack got your first house together, so why not celebrate?
-Your POV-
"These new couches are comfortable as fuck, right?", Jack says while throwing his body on the cushions. "Yes. So please try not to mess them up." "You're no fun. 'Don't do this.' 'Don't do that.' Jesus", he says in a mocking voice. "Whatever. Do you like the bed? You can jump on that as much as you want." I watch his eyes light up and he runs to the bedroom and jumps on the mattress. He's like a kid, that's why I love him. He's so full of youth and he has a wild streak. I could never imagine him old. "Hey, you wanna mess the sheets up?", Jack says with a smirk wiped across his face. "Maybe... I don't know. You have to convince me first", I smirk back. Jack loves foreplay. He smiles up at me and pulls me to the bed. He hovers over me, using both of his elbows for support. He kisses me and it's full of lust. It's a kiss that says 'I love you'. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I part my lips and I feel his tongue glide in. Our tongues tangle with each other as he explores my mouth. His hand slides down to my breast and he massages it. His fingers are heaven-sent. They're absolutely amazing, the way they work their magic. He pulls away and removes my shirt and shorts. I have nothing on except my black lacy thong. "No bra, huh?", he smirks. That god damn smirk. I could've hit my orgasm right then. Everything he does turns me on. His smile, his laugh, his body movements, his muscles, his facial expressions... but most of all his voice. I love his voice. His morning voice, his sleepy voice, his excited voice. He was truly a perfect individual. I don't know what I did to deserve him. He leaves hickeys across my chest. I run my fingers through his hair and let out small moans. He knows how much of an impact he has on me. He knows I'm wrapped around his finger. He leaves a long trail of deep purple hickeys down my torso. He slides the thong off of my legs and stares at my pussy. "Dripping for me, baby?" "Of course, daddy. All for you." He leans down and rubs my clit gently. His touch feels so good. His touch drives me crazy. He runs his tongue up and down my folds. The warmth from his tongue feels amazing. He inserts a finger into my throbbing pussy and my back arches. He pumps it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. He quickens his pace and I squeeze my eyes shut from the amount of pleasure that was flowing through my body. "Cum for me, baby. I want you to moan my name and cum for me", Jack growls. He knows that talking dirty turns me on. He knows exactly how to make me cum. His words add to the pleasure. I reach down and rub my clit. "Fuck, Jack", I rub faster. He continues to pump his two fingers in and out of me. All I can hear is my heavy breathing and the sound of him finger my dripping wet pussy. "Cum, babe. Let go." His words send me over the edge. Pure ecstasy runs through my veins and my brain scrambles as my high takes over. He still goes in and out, knowing it'll carry on my orgasm for a few more seconds. Anything he can do to add to my pleasure, he'll do it. I'm grateful for him and his skills. "Are you convinced now?", Jack laughs quietly. "Yes", I lean over and kiss him.