My grey hoodie was up over my rat's nest of a blonde mane and the post-dilation sunglasses I had on gratefully hid my splotchy complexion. I half expected the paparazzi to be outside the hospital doors with how embarrassed I was in my current situation. Am I famous enough for the paparazzi?

No.

Do I pretend I'm a mega-popstar a la Britney Spears even though when I sing I make dogs cry?

Yes. Yes, I do. Main character syndrome, it's Ally, bitch.

I nervously chewed on my Starbucks straw as we made our way to the outpatient parking lot where Jack stood in front of our car with the silliest grin known to man. He was so fucking handsome that it made me sick. But that's okay, after this little fiasco, my pussy and I decided we were on strike.

Also, there were no paparazzi.

Well, that blows.

The orderly parked me alongside Jack who was trying his absolute hardest not to break into a fit of laughter.

"A wheelchair?" he asked between pursed lips. Every muscle in his face was working overtime to keep his composure.

"Well, after her eye exam, Ms. Smith here tried hopping down from the examiner's table, but her knees buckled."

"No way!" exclaimed Jack as he doubled over in laughter.

I pretended to be preoccupied with scooping the globs of caramel that clung to the inside of my now-finished Frappuccino. I don't understand what the big deal was, my legs were just sore. How about he squat 215 then jump off a damn table. And then of course Jack may or may not have wrecked my pussy the night before, turning my legs into literal vestigial organs. They were useless; I felt like Bambi.

"I'll take her from here doc, do you mind grabbing the passenger door for me?" he said as he gathered me into his arms.

I fucking hated how easily he could manhandle me with his burly, military frame. Those disgustingly broad shoulders above those nauseatingly plump pecs were framed by a pair of big revolting arms... My pussy was on the verge of death but somehow, it let out a weak yelp and twinged with the thought of being ravaged by this behemoth once more.

Traitor!

"I did pretty good last night, didn't I?" he whispered into my ear.

He should have been a veterinarian instead of a veteran the way he brought my kitty back to life. She was roaring now as his natural musk wafted through my nostrils and straight up bloodlusted my libido. But NO. I pretended not to hear him and looked away as he carried me to the car, secretly enjoying being in his arms once again. As I nestled into his armpit, I felt my head just barely tap the door frame before being set down in the leather seat. Cue the melodramatics.

"Owwwwuhhhh," I whined, rubbing the back of my head. I felt absolutely nothing, I just had to convince myself that my being in the hospital was his fault.

"I'm sorry babe, I couldn't see for a second," he replied with a grin that rivaled that of the Cheshire cat. I grew bright red and he laughed even harder than before.

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled at him, but he had already closed the door.

I crossed my arms across my chest in defeat. The whole reason for this hospital visit was well, he fucked me so damn good, I couldn't see.

Literally.

I mean there I was, at the bottom of the Mariana Trench of orgasms, low on oxygen and surrounded by nothing but a pitch-black shroud of pleasure. I don't know if it was the wine or what, but we were in absolute rare form last night. I consider us both pretty good at doing the hanky-panky, but I have to admit, he's better than me by a long shot. He won't ever admit it, but the numbers don't lie. I don't know what it is, but it's like he has the key to my cervix. For every singular orgasm I can coax out of him, he gives me a solid four to five, each one better than the last. It's insane. God forbid he's still hungry for more after I get him to cum, after he gets that first one out of the way, I'm at his absolute mercy. By the time I can get him to cum again, I'm already a puddle of orgasmic mush.

Oh and last night? He came four times.

We were at it for a solid four hours and I promise, only about forty-five minutes of that was spent not actively having sex. It would have been longer had I not lost my literal vision while resurfacing from another one of those joint-shattering, mind-melting, clitoris-liquifying orgasms he loved to drown me in. He had me in missionary and was digging me out with thrust after thrust, I was ready to pass out from the pleasure.

"Oh Jack," was all I could say as my body spasmed uncontrollably.

"Yes baby, cum for me," he told me as he let me spiral into myself.

The walls of my vagina were collapsing unsuccessfully, impeded by the throbbing cock wedged between their folds. I could feel him groan as my pussy tried to grab a hold of him with each wave of pleasure that washed over me. My tiny hands held onto his arms for dear life as I traveled through time and space.

Yes, time and fucking space, that's what this man does to me.

My tremors finally subsided and I was reduced to nothing but a quiet, quivering mess pinned beneath this rabid incarnation of Ares. Actually, fuck that. Under Kratos, the real god of war. As I caught my breath and came to, I noticed how dark it was.

"Get off of me, you fucking mammoth. If you make me cum anymore, I'm going to die," I told him while mustering the last bit of strength to push him off of me. There was no way I was able to, but he obliged and dismounted, his penis sliding out of me with a comical pop. I laughed and reached for the switch on my reading lamp, clicking it back and forth to no avail.

"Dumbass light won't work, fucking Amazon garbage," I said with an annoyed huff.

"What do you mean, you flicked it on like three times," Jack said beside me.

"What are you talking about? Look," I told him in exasperation while flicking the switch. "Nothing. It doesn't work," I said.

"Uhhh, you okay?" he inquired. The edge of uncertainty in his voice was starting to creep me the fuck out.

"What do you mean? Is yours working?"

"Yours is literally on right now, babe."

I could feel him nervously shift on his side of the bed before getting close to me.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked.

I was officially in full panic mode.

"STOP with your stupid TikTok pranks and TURN ON THE LIGHTS!" I hollered.

"Allyson I'm serious!" he pleaded.

I frantically fumbled over to his side of the bed for his lamp switch. Same thing.

"I can't see anything! Oh my God, I'm blind. JACK I AM FUCKING BLIND!" I said hysterically.

After two mental breakdowns and a short visit to the urgent care center later, I had my answer. Apparently, the man fucked me so good the blood vessels in my eyes constricted, which caused temporary blindness. I was LIVID.

I heard the driver's door shut beside me as Jack started the car.

"I'm happy you're okay, love bug. You really had me worried," he said. His hand slipped past the hood of my sweater (it's his but it's mine now, don't care) and found the side of my face.

I couldn't help but turn towards him as his thumb nuzzled my cheek. I reached up to squeeze his hand with my own as I fought back tears, I really thought I had gone blind and that I'd never get to see Jack again. Or the steam coming off of a fresh carbonara. Or the Chick-Fil-A sign. Or Starbucks. Talk about hell.

"Worried for what? That was my Daredevil origin story. How else would I get a chance at Charlie Cox?" I retorted.

He burst into laughter and I couldn't help but smile. I loved to hear him laugh.

"Can we get Chick-Fil-A?" I asked.

"Of course, baby doll."

Six nuggets, two large fries, four packets of Polynesian sauce, and a large lemonade later, we were on our way home.

"It's not fair you know," I told him.

"Allyson, there were more than three fries in your meal, I even gave you mine," he said matter-of-factly.

"EVERYONE KNOWS WAFFLE FRIES ARE DIFFERENT AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PUT AN EVEN AMOUNT OF BIG AND SMALL ONES IN THE BOX, NOT JUST FOUR BIG ONES," I yelled.

"Besides, I wasn't even talking about that. I'm talking about how you can fuck me so good all the time and I can never return the damn favor."

His eyebrows raised incredulously as he turned onto our street. "Who says you don't return the favor? I'm pretty sure you gave me a bunion the way my big toe curls whenever you swallow my load."

"It's not the fucking same, you get me off a million times and by the time you get your nut off, you're fine like ten seconds later. All the while, I'm fucking incapacitated after you dog me out!" I rebuked.

"So you want me to cum more? Or last less time? I'm not picking up what you're putting down here, hon."

"I just want to make you feel how you make me feel. It's just so fucking good and I feel like if I don't find a way to reciprocate, you won't want anything to do with me anymore," I said dejectedly.

Jack pulled into our driveway and cut the engine off.

"I don't think that's how that works, blondie. You and I, we're stuck together. Plain and simple."

Before I could reply he was already out the door and on my side, waiting to scoop me up in those cannons he called arms. I begrudgingly opened the door for him and he smoothly pulled me out of the car and into the house without breaking a sweat.

Meowww.

My pussy was insatiable. So much for a united front against the Pussy Pirate.

"I'm pretty sure I can walk now," I said dryly as he set me on our sectional.

"Fine, I'm guessing you won't need me when it's time to go upstairs then," he said with that same goofy grin he always wore. He was fucking right, my legs were about as useful as a DVD rewinder since that good old-fashioned DOMS was kicking in.

"You come right the fuck back here, mister."

He stood at attention and gave me a crispy salute.

"Ma'am yes, ma'am!" he barked.

I couldn't help but smile at how corny he was before he bounded over the couch and plopped himself in front of me. I sank into the cushions as he whipped off his shirt and turned on the TV, taking my hand in his and playfully nibbling on my fingers as he flipped through the channels.

"What color should I do my nails next?"

He shrugged his boulder-like shoulders and almost broke my goddamn jaw, I rolled my eyes and flicked his upper lip as he laughed at my indignation. I pinched one of his nipples and he instantly pulled away.

"You know I hate when you do that," he whined while covering his chest.

"That's why I did it, asshole," I said while laughing at the giant man-baby lying in front of me.

His index fingers pressed them back down into his chest.

"Man, now they're all extra hard and shit."

"I'm telling you, just let me play with them!" I reached for them again and like an armadillo, he curled into himself.

"You suck on my nipples all the time and it drives me crazy, why won't you let me do the same?"

"I don't know, it's just weird," he said.

"Whatever you say, macho man," I replied while biting his ear.

The TV landed on a footie match and I absentmindedly ran my fingers up and down his torso as he eventually drifted off to sleep. He deserved it, he barely slept last night. We fucked all night before my Stevie Wonder impersonation had him up with me at the hospital. His chest rose and fell beneath my fingertips and after a few respiratory cycles, it made me lazily horny. You know what I'm talking about. That time of day you wouldn't mind taking a dick if there was one around, but only if you didn't have to work for it. Jack calls the guy version of it getting a "chub," he says he gets one whenever I do mundane tasks while fully clothed. Pig.

Well, I guess I had a chub of a clit and it ended with me slipping my hand beneath the waistline of his gym shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear, no doubt in a rush to get dressed this morning while I sat in bed bawling my blind eyes out. Can't lie, that made me horny as ever.

What a slut.

I wasn't the only one with a chub it seems, he must've stiffened up while I rubbed on his torso, his sleepy arousal turned my chub of a clit into a raging bean of a hard-on.

Milk him.

At least once a day, my vagina will switch spots with my brain and completely take over my inner monologue. It's a Jekyll and Hyde, shoulder angel/devil or evil, hooded Kermit type of situation. I've read stories of powerful, dominating women holding a man completely hostage with nothing but charisma and seduction, milking a man for all that he was worth as they writhe in orgasm. My pussy would drool as I read those stories and soon I was watching videos of MILF's milking young studs through glory holes, tied up, upside down, from behind, they were mesmerizing. The suggested videos would sometimes include pegging and those videos of women bucking behind men with tight asses as they whimpered with a fat cock swinging between their legs would send me over the fucking edge.

He won't even let me touch his nipples, there's no way I'd get to fuck his arse.

Just thinking about those words made me painfully squeeze my thighs together to control the lust that gripped me. I wanted to fucking milk Jack until his balls were nothing but grapes in the sun. I stared at his eyelids as I pulled his shorts down slowly, his meat casually flopping to the side as I dropped them to his ankles. My shorts and panties (I just realized he picked the skimpiest pair I owned to dress me in this morning, men I tell you) followed suit and boy was I fucking WET. I gently coaxed him onto his side and seeing his toned ass cheek made my heart skip a beat. I imagined digging my nails into it while the nice, fat 8" dildo dangling between my legs spread his little pucker wide for mama...

Fuck. One day maybe, but not now.

I fingered my sopping wet muff until three of my fingers were slick down to the last knuckle before spreading it down the length of his cock. I opened up my legs and clamped my sticky Venus flytrap of a cunt on his hipbone, I was so horny the mere contact of my clit on his velvety skin elicited deep moans from my diaphragm. God, I wanted to fuck him. I'm talking about fuck him, fuck him. With a damn dick. My dick. I started to rub the length of his penis while simultaneously humping his leg like an intact dog. His dick was ramrod straight now with even a bit of precum dribbling out the tip of his bulbous head, I used my thumb to rub it into the sensitive area right underneath it. I could feel him beginning to stir and simply humped him harder, rifling his penis through my hand like a rocket down a tunnel. I came quickly from the reveries of pegging my marine, giving his penis a break as I caught my breath. I spit into my hand and went right back to working him, determined to milk him dry.

"What have we got he-"

"Shut the fuck up," I demanded as I clamped my hand over his mouth.

With raised eyebrows, he watched mine furrow in concentration as I focused on getting him not only to blow his load but also blow his mind as he so often does to me. It wasn't long until he took over as he usually did, shifting off of his side to flat on his back, removing my hand from his mouth in the process. Before I knew it he was pulling me from his side and impaling me on his rock-hard cock, like a sword returning to its sheath, he slipped right in much to my reluctance.

"Damn you're fucking wet, baby."

"I... I was tr- I was trying to do something," I stammered between strokes. God, he felt so good inside of me.

I was disappointed that I had once again failed to take control, but I couldn't deny the pleasure of having him take over. My knees were on either side of him and I rocked back and forth, simultaneously grinding my clit against the base of his stomach. He began to grow more excited and placed his hands on my hips, slightly lifting me to allow him to fuck me from underneath. I placed both of my hands flat on his chest, periodically kneading the taut flesh with my fingers as if I were rolling dough. If I was going to get fucked his way, I might as well get into it. Ignoring the grudging objections from my quads and hamstrings, I planted my feet as firmly as I could into the cushion of the couch and began to ride my fucking bronco. If he was wild horse, I had the knees of Megan thee Stallion, if not all for the three minutes I could sustain riding him like this.

"Mhm, ride that fucking dick baby," he groaned. That shit drove me wild.

"Yes, daddy," I cooed while driving my pussy down on him from above.

Now that I was dancing on his dick, his hands ventured up to my breasts, slapping them fervently as they flopped every which way. I moaned with glee and kept on slamming my pelvis into his, I couldn't get enough of him, it's like no matter what the sex just got better every time.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck this wet ass pussy. You better fucking fuck me good Jack, fuck me goddamit, fuck me," I spat between clenched teeth. He grunted in response and I knew he was getting ready to cum.

I was a woman possessed and I hadn't forgotten my mission from earlier. I couldn't completely dominate him how I wanted, but for now, I had him. I was getting ready to cum and slapped his hands away from my tits, leaning forward for better leverage to get him where I wanted. I slid my hands up his chest until both were on his throat, choking him the same way he denied me oxygen when we fucked in missionary. I don't know why I never tried it with him, but I felt so fucking powerful. His response was to pretend his cock was a shovel and hollow out my insides with nothing but long, powerful strokes.

"That's right daddy, I want cum in this pussy. I want that load, I want it bad, so fucking bad."

"You're my slut?" he questioned with shallow breaths as I kept the pressure on his throat.

"The biggest fucking slut you ever had. Use my filthy fucking cunt. Dump it right in me. I want it leaking down my thighs like a cheap whore."

Fuck I'm imaginative with this dirty talk today. Wait until I peg him, I'm gonna become a fucking sailor.

He must've been impressed with my dialogue too, he was groaning louder and louder as he always did right before he came. I focused on nothing but alternating between applying and relieving the pressure on his throat to allow him a few breaths between strokes.

"Baby I'm about to cum in this pussy, oh fuck," he told me.

I tightened my grip on his throat with my right hand as my left had shot up to cover his mouth. I sat my breasts on his chest and fought the urge to moan incessantly into his ear, opting to continue my sexy foul-mouthing.

"Cum for me. Cum for me, you fucking animal. I want it. God, I want that nut. Give me what you owe me, it's fucking mine, Jack. Fuck I wanna be filled up."

Ordering him around made me feel so hot and bothered, I was tempted to take another chance with his nipples. I'm all about consent and I kind of felt disgusting for technically violating him after he specifically asked me not to do something with him, but fuck it. Baby daddy will just have to understand. I kept my left hand on his mouth and dropped my right hand from his throat down to his right nipple and gave it a nice tweak. I could feel his lips spreading in dispute underneath my hand, but I just clamped down harder with both my hand and pussy. My own time was up and I could feel my orgasm coming over the horizon, squirting violently on his fat dick as I convulsed uncontrollably. I was nearly spent and lost all control over my legs, leaving Jack to use me however he wanted.

Come the fuck on Allyson, almost there!

It took everything in me not to simply succumb to the amazing fucking I was so used to. Instead, I kept my hand on his mouth, and through gritted teeth and bated breath, I continued my filthy onslaught, shrugging off that climax as if it were nothing. My right hand was still rolling and pinching his hardened nipple between my fingers, I was still in play.

"You better give me my fucking cum, right in this juicy ass pussy. Paint this pussy white. I came for you, now cum for me. I want it, I want it! I want my fucking nut! I want it NOW!" I ordered.

I felt each finger furrow into the meat of my hips as he blasted his semen deep into my sopping wet cunt. With each shot, I heard him groan as his eyes shut in the pleasure of letting loose deep inside of me. I pinched his nipples and squeezed his cock inside of me with the floor of my pelvis, milking every last drop from this damn bull. 30 odd seconds later, I could barely move on top of him, closing my eyes as his chest heaved underneath me.

"Holy fuck. Ally what was that?"

"Nothing, thanks for taking care of me, love," I responded.

"That was amazing, you were on another level just now. What was that?" he repeated.

Usually, I was all smiles in the afterglow of a good lovemaking session but I knew he could tell I was serious with how somber I sounded. His hand danced up and down the length of my spine as my thumb traced the outline of his lower lip. I kissed him softly, lovingly, with so much passion a tear rolled down my cheek.

"I tried to take control today but just like every other time you just ended up fucking the life out of me. It was good. So fucking good."

"But I told you, if I don't find a way to make you feel how you make me feel, I'm going to lose you," I confided while wiping my eyes. His eyes narrowed as he peered at me with concern.

"I don't like that. How can I validate you? Tell me what it is that you want."

I sat there for a moment, simply staring into his eyes before deciding to put all my cards on the table.

"I want to fuck you."