Jack's arms wind around my legs, his hands on the insides of my thighs as he spreads me wider. I've never been more thankful for all those stretching exercises as I am right now, my eyes falling wide as he just pulls me closer, as I watch my dick slide deeper into his mouth, as I feel it, oh my god.

"Jack," I whimper, already so close to being completely undone.

He makes a sound, a quiet sort of gagging and I notice his eyes water, panic slicing through me for a second before I try to draw my hips back. His arms tighten though, keeping me in place as he sinks down once more. I don't even fight the impulse to cry out, just struggling now to remember how to breathe as I cling to the headboard with one hand, my other hand lost in his hair.

"Oh, Jack, I'm-- Honey, please tell me I'm not... I'm not hurting you. Please. Please, God, that feels so, so good."