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Jensen sat sprawled back on the oversized brown leather couch, his muscular chest bare and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His jeans were pooled around his ankles, leaving his thick, heavy cock fully exposed and pulsing in the open air. Jensen’s hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, as he began to stroke himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sound of skin sliding against skin echoed in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic slapping that signaled exactly what he wanted.
“Get over here,” Jensen commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that left no room for hesitation.
You approached, your breath hitching as you took in the sight of Jensen’s massive dick, already leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Jensen didn't stop jerking off, his thumb rubbing circles over the head of his cock as he watched your reaction.
“Look at it,” Jensen sneered, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Thinking about how this feels inside you.”
He increased the pace of his strokes, his chest heaving. “Don't just stand there like a fucking statue. Get on your knees. Strip.”
Trembling, you obeyed, shedding your clothes until you were naked and vulnerable before Jensen’s dominant stare. “Good boy. Now climb on. Ride it. I want to feel every inch of your tight little hole gripping me.” Jensen gestured toward his lap.
You moved forward, straddling Jensen’s thick thighs. You hovered for a moment, the head of Jensen's cock pressing against your entrance. Jensen reached up, his large hands gripping your hips, guiding you down.
“Take it all,” Jensen growled, thrusting his hips upward. “All of it. Fuck, you're so tight.’’
You let out a choked gasp as you sank down, the massive girth of Jensen’s dick stretching you open, filling you completely. You collapsed against Jensen’s bare chest, sobbing into his shoulder as the sheer size of the intrusion overwhelmed you. Jensen gripped your waist and began to bounce him up and down, forcing a brutal, rhythmic pace.
“Satisfied?” Jensen hissed into your ear. “You love being stretched out by me, don't you? Tell me how it feels to have my cock ripping you open.”
“It's... it's so big,” You whimpered, tossing your head back as the friction hit your prostate.
"And you love it, every inch of it" Jensen countered, his thrusts becoming harder. The leather of the couch creaked under your combined weight, the sound mixing with the wet, slapping noise of bodies colliding. Jensen’s hands moved from your hips to your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. “Ride it harder. Move those hips for me. Work for it.”
The pace accelerated, the friction building into an unbearable heat. Jensen was relentless, his commanding voice pushing you toward the edge. Your movements became frantic, your internal muscles clamping down hard on Jensen’s shaft.
“That's it... squeeze it... fuck, you're fucking milking me,” Jensen groaned, his voice breaking.
With one final, powerful surge of his hips, Jensen slammed upward, burying himself to the hilt. He let out a loud, guttural roar as he came, his hot cum erupting in thick, pulsing jets deep inside you. The intensity of the orgasm left him shaking, his muscles locking up as he held you pinned against him, savoring the feeling of you peaking and shaking in tandem.
As the adrenaline faded, Jensen didn't immediately pull out. He stayed buried deep, his breath heavy against your neck. He gave one last squeeze to your hip before slowly sliding out with a wet pop.
Jensen leaned back into the leather, watching your spent form beside him, leaking white cream onto the brown upholstery. He smirked, looking completely satisfied.
