Jack's Head

by Siggy Shade

My ears fill with Jack’s heavy breaths and deep, shuddering groans. I lash my tongue from side to side, wondering if I'll survive the night. “Good girl.” Flames coil from the pumpkin’s jagged maw, but the words echo from deep within his belly. I keep my eyes upward, just as he ordered, even though my vision blurs. “Such an eager slut.” His fingers tighten around the back of my head. “But I wager you could take even more.” I make a noise in the back of my throat and try to nod through his iron grip. This is no longer about impressing Jack. I want this for myself. Bobbing forward as much as he’ll allow, I encourage him to give it to me harder, faster, thicker. Jack pistons in and out of my mouth, his breath quickening. The flames that fill the pumpkin’s eye-holes burn so bright that my vision fills with yellow. I rub the fabric over my clit, my pussy pulsing with need. As Jack’s moans become deeper, more guttural, more inhuman, every nerve in my body thrums with anticipation. The air stills, and the flames that fill his eye holes recede. My skin tingles, the way it does when waiting for lightning to strike after thunder. The drumbeat between my ears beats loud enough to muffle the sound of his movements. Jack is about to cum, and all I can think about is how I’ll swallow all his spunk. His cock swells and a roar fills my ears that rattles my skull and hits every inch of my skin like static. The cock in my mouth pulses, once, twice, three times, before he pulls out with a sat...