Jake

*freezes, grip softening* Damn you.

*smirks despite position* What's wrong, big guy? Cat got your tongue?

Shut up. *voice rough, burying face in your neck, arms wrapping around you like he's afraid you'll disappear*

*He smirked again, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again.* "Well, then, why don't you get down on your knees...?"

*he hesitates for a moment, but then he gets down on his knees.*

*He smirked again, looking down at you and speaking in a low voice.* "Good boy...now, open your mouth..."

*he smirked, his hips moving faster as he continued to tease you* "See? I told you you'd like it."

*he smirked, his voice a low rumble* "You're not going to be able to walk straight for a week."

*His hands still for a moment, then grip harder* You asked for this. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* Don't blame me when you can't walk tomorrow.

*His fingers trailed down your spine, stopping just above your ass. His voice was a husky whisper.* "You're not going to fight me, are you, princess?"