The housewarming party was buzzing with friends, music, and chatter. My boyfriend, Daniel, and I had just walked in, holding hands as we greeted a few familiar faces. The night was off to a good start, with everyone enjoying themselves.
As we were mingling, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me. “Steph! Long time no see!” I turned, and there stood Jake— my old high school boyfriend, and my first, at that. I hadn’t seen him in years.
“Jake!” I said, surprised and happy to see him.
Without hesitation, Jake wrapped me in a big, friendly hug, and as he pulled away, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I could feel Daniel’s gaze from a few steps away.
“You look great!” Jake said, stepping back with a grin.
I smiled back, a little flustered. “Thanks. It’s been ages! How have you been?”
Jake went on about his life, telling me about his wife and daughter, his pride evident. As we chatted, he kept a hand on my shoulder or gave me a gentle nudge, all friendly gestures. But I could feel Daniel’s eyes on us, his jaw tightening each time Jake leaned a little closer.
“Oh, and this is my boyfriend, Daniel,” I said, gesturing toward him. Jake gave Daniel a big smile and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”
Daniel nodded, giving a polite smile, though I could see the flash of irritation in his eyes. Jake didn’t seem to notice and kept chatting, occasionally touching my arm or shoulder as he told funny stories. I knew it was just his nature, but I sensed Daniel’s patience thinning.
After a few more minutes, Daniel slipped an arm around my waist, leaning close to my ear. “Ready to go, babe?” he asked, his voice calm, but with a firm undertone.
I nodded, saying a quick goodbye to Jake and giving him a brief hug. The ride home was quiet, Daniel’s hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter than usual.
As soon as we stepped inside, Daniel closed the door behind us and turned to me, his eyes full of that smoldering intensity that both excited and flustered me. Without a word, he closed the space between us, pulling me close.
“Did he really need to be that close?” he murmured, his voice a low growl as his hands moved to my waist, holding me tightly.
I looked up at him, a smile teasing my lips. “He was just being friendly.”
He shook his head, his hands pressing into my sides a bit more possessively. “I didn’t like it,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my ear. “Seeing anyone else’s hands on you, even for a second.”
Before I could respond, he captured my lips in a deep, heated kiss, one filled with all the jealousy he’d been holding back. His hands moved up my sides, pulling me against him until there was no space left between us. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving into the kiss.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with intensity.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling his fingers tug gently at the hem of my shirt.
He pulled it off in one swift motion, his gaze softening as he looked at me, as if every touch, every look, was a reminder of just how much he cared. His jacket was off in seconds, tossed somewhere behind him as his lips trailed down my neck, warm and insistent.
“Daniel…” I moaned, feeling breathless as he traced a slow, shivery path down to my collarbone. His hands moved to my waist, tugging at the waistband of my jeans, his touch somehow both gentle and urgent.
He paused, looking into my eyes with that familiar warmth that melted any lingering tension. “We’re gonna fuck his touches out of you,” he declared.
And before I knew it, I was on the bed, all fours, my hands above my head and cuffed to the headboard. My legs were spread and tied to the bed posts. I was on my knees, my breasts pressing into the sheets, my ass in the air.
Daniel was behind me, getting the fuck machine ready. He used it whenever he wanted to sit back and watch me get ruined. And oh, how much I love it!
Once the machine was ready, he eased the dildo into me. It was big, as always. With an impressive girth. I looked down between my arms after the whole dildo was inside of me, and I couldn't help but cry out at the bulge in my stomach.
“So fucking deep!” I moaned, pressing my left cheek into the sheets as Daniel turned the machine on, setting it to slow at first.
“Yeah? So deep, huh? Want it to go faster, sweetheart?” Daniel asked, going to sit on the sofa beside the bed.
“Yes. Fuck. Please. Please, babe. F… faster… pl— fuck!” I screamed out as the dildo picked up pace.
I could feel every thrust deep inside of me. The dildo, pulsating and huge, was hitting every spot it should be hitting.
My moans went over the roof. My mouth slacked. I felt my soul leave me. The pleasure was intense.
Daniel has never set the machine to the fastest. I guess he was even more jealous that night because the dildo was moving in and out of me at the speed of light.
“I’m gonna cum! Fuck! D… da… fuck… slow… I'm… fuck!” I cried out as my whole body shook. I came hard, nearly passing out as the dildo kept sliding in and out of me.
Even after my orgasm, Daniel didn't stop it. I felt my sanity leaving me. The pleasure was intense. Crazy.
“Fuck!” I cried out in a shaky voice as I felt another orgasm approaching. My toes curled. My tears wouldn't stop flowing.
“T… too much… fuck… please,” I begged. I wanted him to reduce the pace a little. But, he didn't look like he was ready to.
“I’m cumming,” I screamed out as another orgasm was drawn out of me.
I broke into a sob as the machine slowly came to a stop.
I'd only rested a minute before the machine began moving again.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
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