Jacob's Faith

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Jacob stepped silently into the bedroom, spellbound by the sight that met his eyes.
She lay on her back, her head arched back on the pillow, breasts swollen and hard, her thighs opened, her slender fingers moving gracefully, desperately over the slick folds of her pussy. Her fingers slid through the narrow slit, softly, so slowly he was panting by the time they pushed into her vagina. His breath exhaled roughly when they retreated and returned to her clit as she gasped out in needy lust.
The inner lips glistened with thick dew. It was so slick, it clung to her fingers, glistened on her inner thighs, and the sweet scent of it sent his cock into raging demand. He licked his lips, his eyes narrowing on her hand, his body tensing at her ragged, nearly silent cries. Clenching his teeth, cursing his cock, he walked to her.
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Eyes closed, her lower lip clamped between her teeth to halt her cries, Faith moved her fingers over her swollen clit, her body shuddering from the delicious sensation, her legs tightening as she felt the tension gathering in her clit and in her vagina. Heat flared through her womb, her stomach, her veins. Her blood seared through her body, pounding harsh and loud in her head as she stroked the tender knot, fighting for release.
The fingers of her other hand tweaked at the nipple of one breast. The exciting flare of pinching pleasure almost broke her control. She could feel the moan welling in her throat, the need to call out Jacob’s name was nearly overwhelming.
Behind her closed eyes, she imagined him as she wanted him to be. His face hard, savage, drawn into lines of pleasure. She imagined his lips on the slick folds of her cunt, rather than her fingers. His tongue licking her, lapping at her. Her hips jerked in response, a lightning stroke of sensation traveling through her body as her vagina contracted.
Her breathing was hard, heavy, her need rising by the second and still she could find no release. She wanted to howl in pain. How was she to bear the pleasure/agony of such arousal? Her breasts were swollen, her nipples fiery pinpoints of exquisite sensation. Her flesh was sensitive, her body sheened with sweat. Her cunt throbbed, pulsed, her slick juices coating it as her fingers moved faster on her aching clit.
She moaned. She couldn’t help it. Desperation wracked her body as it never had before. Arousal was like a ravenous beast lurking just under the surface, crying out to be free. Release, no matter how minor, was now imperative.
She arched to her own stroking fingers, Jacob’s name finally gasping from her lips as tears built behind her closed eyes. She needed, needed him so desperately.
“Faith.” She heard his voice as it had been that night in the Labs, deep and dark, resonating with power and arousal. A figment of her imagination. How many times had she heard it before? How many times had the sound of it sent her over the edge into a climax, not completely satisfying, but enough to make the needs bearable?
“Now,” she whispered, her head tossing on the bed, her hips arching, her need pounding through her bloodstream with the force of a tidal wave.
Then her fingers were halted. Not by choice, but by the force of a large male hand enclosing it tenderly.
Faith’s eyes flew open in horror, widening as she saw Jacob standing over her, compassion reflected in his eyes, the temptation of his cock standing out hard and heavy from his body. It was so thick, engorged, the flared head wide and tempting. He would fill her. She moaned, biting her lip in agony, in embarrassment as she jerked her hand from his clasp and scrambled to jump from the bed. She had to get away from him. She couldn’t bear the pity in his eyes.
She screamed out silently at fate, at the cruel circumstances that left her at the mercy of her own body and the wracking desires that twisted her loins into an inferno of lust.
“No, Faith.” His voice was hard, thick, as his arm caught her around the waist, dragging her back along his body as he knelt on the bed.
Like a shaft of fiery steel, his cock was cushioned against her back.
“Let me go.” She felt strangled, gasping for air as his touch sent such incredible, heated pleasure through her body that she had to fight to breathe through it.
Her hands gripped his thick wrist at her side, pulling at it, trying to force it from her. She had to get away from him. To humiliate herself in front of him, twice in one lifetime, was too much to bear. Her nails dug into his wrist, she felt her tears dampening her cheeks and hated herself for it. She hated the weakness that flowed through her body, the desperate need to fall forward, offering herself to him, begging him to mount her, to take her with the pounding force her body was screaming out for.
“Let you go?” he whispered at her ear, the thread of amused arousal in his voice tearing at her heart. “I don’t think so, baby. When did you start taking me for a fool?”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, her head falling back on his chest as his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers enclosing the turgid point of a nipple and pinching it lightly.
Weakness flowed through her. She arched into the miniscule pain, needing more, but determined to hold the plea inside. Furious shame and agonized lust battled inside her for supremacy. She wanted to beg him to let her go, she wanted to demand that he fuck her into oblivion.
“Sorry for what?” he whispered at her ear as his mouth slid to the small mark he had left on her neck years before.
He licked at the proof of the wound he had made so long ago. Faith trembled. So good. Her flesh tingled, electrified as his tongue rasped over the rough area. Faith shook in his grip, hating the weakness of her own body, the strength of his steady control behind her.
“Jacob.” Her voice was strangled as she felt perspiration slicken her skin further.
Heat raged through her body, stroking the volcano that seethed inside her pussy.
“You should see how pretty you look right now, Faith,” he whispered at her neck. “Your head thrown back, your breasts so swollen and firm. Your cunt glistening with all that sweet juice.”
How could he see? Her eyes blinked opened as she struggled to raise her head from his shoulder. She instantly met the dim reflection in the large standing mirror across from them. She saw the desperation in her own reflection and fought the cries that welled in her chest. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want Jacob once again, because he pitied her for the uncontrolled arousal she couldn’t fight.
“Do you know what I’m going to do?” His eyes met hers in the mirror, glowing, the light steel-blue color blazing with heat. “I’m going to eat all that sweet syrup from your body, Faith. I remember how good you taste, how hot that pretty cunt gets.”
She trembled violently. She could only gasp for breath, she was beyond coherent speech.
In the mirror, with only the light of the full moon to brighten the bedroom, she watched as his hand moved at her waist, sliding down, over her abdomen, the broad, dark fingers moving unerringly to the glistening lips of her sex.
When the touch came, Faith didn’t think she could bear it. His fingers whispered over her clit, nearly throwing her into climax. If she could speak, she would be screaming for the ease. She could only whimper in desperation, arching to his fingers.
She watched in the mirror, unable to stop herself, unable to believe it as she watched his fingers part the bare folds and slip through the small slit that ran to the entrance of her vagina.
Faith’s breath strangled in her throat. She didn’t want to watch, to see her own shameful ecstasy reflected on her face, but she was held helpless by the image, erotic and more sensual than anything she had ever known.
“See how much you enjoy my touch, Faith,” he told her, his voice husky, his own breathing rougher than before. “How hard your nipples are, how soft and wet your pussy is. Feel, Faith. That’s all you have to do.”
It was all she could do. She strained in his arms, whimpering as his fingers rolled her nipple between them, pinching lightly. Then crying out as the other hand moved back, his fingers circling the swollen nub of her clit with torturously slow strokes.
“Can your vibrator do this for you, Faith?” he asked her, his voice seductive as his fingers pressed against the side of her clit, rubbing gently.
Her strangled moan was loud in the sultry silence of the room as her nails bit into the outside of his thighs where her hands gripped now. She bucked against him, feeling the flame of sensation that built there before washing over her body.
“Please. Jacob, please.” She hated the strangled plea that erupted from her throat. Despised her weakness and her body as she fought for release.
“Not yet, baby.” His fingers moved again, sliding through the thick juices of her cunt until they were poised at the hungry entrance to her vagina.
Faith’s vision blurred as she felt the insertion of two broad fingers into the snug channel. She felt her flesh part, stretching, felt the burning agony of an arousal so intense she could only cry out against it.
She pushed against his hand, thrusting against his fingers, desperate for a deeper, harder penetration. She needed more, and she needed it now. She could feel her juices building inside her, soaking his hand, dripping from the folds of ultra sensitive flesh as her body burned for more.
“Burn for me, Faith.” His voice held a rough rumble, a command he was determined she would obey. “You don’t have to control this, baby. Let it go.”
She shook in his arms. She couldn’t let go. She had humiliated herself enough. She would not willingly give up what little control she had over her own body. Then his fingers retreated, only to plunge shallowly, forcibly into the tight channel once again. The upper part of his hand pressed into her clit, grinding against it with a gentle twist that destroyed her.
Faith knew it was her scream that shattered the night, her pleas as her body came apart in an ecstasy she had never known before. She bucked against the fingers, desperate for more, despite the climax rolling over her body in waves. She needed his cock filling her, stretching her.
She gasped out roughly as he pushed her forward, his voice rough as he ordered her into position.
“Watch the mirror,” he ordered her savagely. “Watch it, Faith. See the man who possesses you.”
Her eyes rose, widened. She was wild, wanton, on her hands and knees before him, her buttocks raised for him, leaving her open, inviting, beseeching him to possess her however he would.
Faith could feel her arousal like a beast, roaring inside her, transforming her, remaking her. She tempted him with her eyes, with slow undulations of her body, desperate for him to take her. She wanted to possess and be possessed. She wanted the heat and strength of his possession, his shaft pounding into her.
Jacob’s hand was wrapped around his cock, the unusual thickness of it appeared menacing and promising all at once. He moved forward then, bending to her, covering her as he lodged the head at the entrance to her cunt.
“Jacob. Now.” She pressed back against him, fighting the sudden grip he had on her hips as his much wider, taller body came over her.
His lips feathered her shoulder.
“Are you still a virgin, Faith?” he growled. “Have you taken your own innocence with those damned vibrators or is the shield still in place?”
“I didn’t.” Her breathing was strangled, her voice weak, desperate. “I didn’t, Jacob. I swear.”
She felt his teeth nip her neck, his head bending until his mouth covered the mark he had left so long ago. His sharp canines raked, scratched, then he bit her with enough force to wring a cry from her throat. At the same time, his cock pushed inside the tight channel of her body, causing her to scream out at the combined pleasure/pain.
One muscular arm wrapped around her hips to hold her in place as his shaft began to invade her, pushing through the tight muscles as they tensed, burned with the exquisite sensations that rioted through her body. He worked the broad length back and forth, his hips rocking against her as he tunneled further inside her.
She could feel the broad head parting her, easing her open for the thick shaft behind it. His cock was fiery hot as he slid through the slick frothing cream that soaked her vagina. Working the broad shaft with shallow, gentle motions, he eased into the heated core of her. He thrust forward then retreated before returning with another slow, heated thrust until the proof of her innocence was met.