Usually, when I'm not drunk and staring at a completely hard also drunk Jack, I would start off our sex adventures by giving him a blow job, or at least a hand job.

But right now, I was too impatiently drunk to give a shit. Crawling over until I was on stop of him, I grinded my hips down to Jack's.

“Fuck, how are you already wet?” He growled, moving his hands to my hips, following my movements.
“The same way you're hard as hell.” I giggled, purposely just sliding my wet, hot core over his cock, but not letting it slip in yet. “How do you want me to make up for the Alex panties?”
“Ride me, ride me right now.” He demanded. “And listen to everything I say.”
“Okay.”
“Call me sir.” He whispered, and I shivered, fuck, drunk and possessive Jack was hot.
“Yes...sir.” I said, trying not to laugh.

I took hold of him, guiding myself on to his dick slowly until I was completely filled up. Jack shifted down a bit more, getting comfy. Clearly I was going to do all the work, while he watched the show. I planted my hands on his chest, lifting myself almost all the way up before grinding back down. I continued this way, goingat a steady rhythm of constantly impaling myself on his hard cock over and over.

“Faster, babe.” He commanded. I switched to a circling motion. The thrusts were shallower, but I could go so much faster. The different angles had Jack brushing against multiple spots in me, causing me to moan and curse like a porn star. “Play with your tits.”

I reached up with one hand, keeping the other on him to keep my balance. My fingers slowly rubbed around my nipple before I pinched it myself, twisting slightly until the bud was hard and perky. Jack moaneed at the sight of my playing with myself. His hands returned to my hips, helping hold me up so my other hand could give the unattended breast some attention.

“J-jack...please... fuck me.” I whined, wanting some help. Jack just smirked.
“Make yourself cum first. You have to work for me to touch you.” I whined, and one hand started to travel toward my swollen cunt.

Jack made no move to stop me, so I figured it would be okay. He watched my hand as it continued it path. I pushed two fingers passed my lips, locating my clit. As I circled it, I moaned while Jack bit his lip, watching me pleasure myself. I rubbed furiously, while trying to keep up my pace on top of Jack. I wanted to cum and let Jack have his way with me.

“Oh fuck, yes...Jack.” I groaned, feeling the familiar heat of my orgasm build.
“Do you like touching yourself?” He asked, dirtily even though his word were slurring a bit. “Fucking yourself on my dick, is it fun? I can feel how close you are and I'm not even doing anything.”
“J-jack...help...please.” I whined. “It's not enough.”
“You can do it baby.” He encouraged, and I pinched my clit. “Almost, come on, Ember.”
“Oh....shit...fucking God...Jack!” I yelled, somehow moving faster on his cock.

Jack smirked as I started panting, seeing stars and riding out my orgasm. I was barely done with it when Jack pulled me off him, and flipped us around. I saw him reach for something on the ground, before tugging my shoulders so I was sitting up.

“Don't fucking move.” He growled. “I didn't touch you cause you failed to call me by the name I asked. You did a good job, but intructions should be followed.”

I nodded, realizing I hadn't called him sir at all. Jack moved my hands behidn my back and I felt him tied them together with something. I twisted my arms and realized he just bonded me up with my own fucking panties.

Jack chuckled, probably realizing I knew, and kissed my neck, still sitting behind me.

“As much as I hate these things, they did come in handy tonight.” He mumbled between kisses. Jacks hand came up to cup my tits roughly, pinching my already hard nipples almost savagely. “Did you really think it was a good idea to wear them?”
“Yes...sir.” I moaned, as Jack bit down on my shoulder blade.
“Tsk, you were wrong.” He scolded, before shoving my forward. It was a little awkward to be in a position where I was face down, my hands behind my back and my ass now being held in the air. “Let's see. Alex Gaskarth....that's twelve letters. Twelve is a lovely number.”

I have no idea where this Jack came from, he wasn't even slurring anymore, but fuck, I was so turned on by it.

“It is, sir. You know best.” I answered in a voice that sounded nothing like me.
“Count them.” He growled, before I felt the first slap come down on my ass.
“O-one.” I cried out, and Jack rubbed over the spot, almost soothing it before his hand left me.

The next three were jut like that, hard and painful until Jack would rub the pain away. The three after that were unpredictable and a little softer, but still made me jump. He did four so quick, I could barely get out their numbers in time before the next spank was being delivered. I was already soaking again, the burn on my bum was intense, but so good in a weird way.

“Last one,” Jack murmured, and I closed my eyes for impact. It hit. Hard.
“Twelv-AH!” I went to count, but suddenly Jack thrusted into my so hard, it nearly hurt and made me scream out in surprise.
“Oh fuck, you're dripping. You naughty, slutty elf. You liked being spanked, didn't you?” He breathed out huskily, snapping his his quickly against my ass. “Answer me.” He growled.
“Y-yes...” I cried out, desperate.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir,” I elongated the r sound with a moan.
“That's my good girl, so good.” Jack, gripping my waist so he could pull me back against him as he thrusted forward.

I was still at such a painfully awkward angle, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything about it. I was a moaning, sweaty mess. I could feel my orgasm already building. Jack was throbbing inside me, and I was sure he was close too. His hand made it's way to the front of me, flicking my clit, and rubbing. I screamed out, feeling the rush course through me as I came again. Jack rode me through it, but somehow managed not to cum at all. As my high died down, Jack pulled out and flipped me back over. I looked up at him, watching as he stoked himself, staring down at me with a preditory gaze.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful babe.” He moaned, before gripping my ankles. “I hope you can last...”

He threw my ankles over his shoulder, before lining himself up with my sore, swollen pussy. I moaned at the feeling of the head of his cock brushing my entrance.

I don't even think I can last one more orgasm.

Notes

A tad short, but oh so smutty <3