My Weakness

Being with Jason made me feel a mix of emotions - excitement, desire, and an undeniable sense of horniness that I couldn't shake off. As we settled in the living room his penthouse, the air was thick with anticipation. My pussy was dripping wet, I even forgot, I was mad at him just moments ago.


I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. Being alone with him always made me weak in the knees, and the lavish surroundings only heightened my arousal. The plush furnishings, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city below – it all made me think of the endless possibilities for pleasure that lay ahead.

His presence having a powerful effect on me. I moved closer to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body. My fingers traced the outline of his jaw as I looked into his eyes, feeling the fire and hunger that mirrored my own desires.

With trembling fingers I started to unbuckle his belt. I  bit my lip, my heart racing while I unbuckled his belt, the temptation too strong to resist.


His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could see the fire and hunger in his eyes. But then he spoke, his voice low and husky, reminding me of the reality of our situation.

"You do know we can't have sex until your tattoo is healed, right?" he said, a hint of frustration in his tone.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but the thrill of the forbidden only made me want him more. "Make a plan, baby," I whispered, the words barely making it past my lips. "I'm so horny, we'll be careful."

With a swift movement, he tipped my tiny dress and bent me over. I could feel the soft carpet beneath my hand as he entered me, his cock filling me up in a way that made me cry out in ecstasy. In that moment, all thoughts of guilt and shame were pushed aside, replaced by a consuming need for him.

He held my one hand behind my back, his thrusts powerful and relentless. His grip firm as he fucked me with a passion that left me breathless. It was as if he knew exactly how to pleasure me, how to make me forget everything but the pleasure he was giving me. The intense feeling of being completely taken by him, of being at his mercy, was intoxicating. I lost myself in the moment, my body moving with his in perfect harmony.

The guilt I had been carrying around for so long, the guilt of betraying Sebastian, slipped away from my mind as I gave in to the raw desire that consumed us both.

We fucked like we hadn't fucked in so long, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge.

Just as I felt myself on the brink of orgasm, he dropped a bombshell that shook me to my core. "I'm moving out of the beach house," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and determination.

I tried to look back at him, but he pushed me forward, his movements becoming more urgent and intense. The news of his impending departure hit me hard – I didn't want him to be far from me, I didn't want to lose this connection we shared.

He fucked me senseless, his actions speaking louder than words ever could. In that moment, I knew that what we had was special, and I was willing to fight for it, to make it work no matter what obstacles lay ahead.

As we moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm that was both wild and sensual, I knew that this was where I belonged – in his arms, lost in the passion that burned between us. The future may have been uncertain, but as long as we were together, I knew that we could overcome anything that came our way.

And with that thought, I let myself go, surrendering completely to the pleasure that consumed me.


As the waves of pleasure crashed over me, I held on to him tightly, my body shuddering with the force of my release. And in that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, our love was worth fighting for, even if it meant facing the consequences of our actions head-on.

I threw myself on the couch, my body still trembling from the intense pleasure Jason had just given me. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath, my mind still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm I had just experienced. But just when I thought it was over, he surprised me by picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.


 

He gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes filled with longing and desire. As he looked down at me, he whispered, "I missed this pussy so bad, I nearly went crazy thinking you don't want me anymore." I could see the raw emotion in his eyes, the love and passion burning bright within him.


My heart skipped a beat as he spread my legs, his gaze fixated on the tattoo with his name on my pussy. He traced his finger over it and leaned in to kiss it, I knew how much it meant to him.