“I’m going to give you ten. You’re going to count each one and thank me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I lifted the spoon, bringing down onto his right side with a satisfying smack. “One, thank you, ma’am.”
“Good. Keep going, Jack.”
We continued on, with me delivering the blows and Jack taking them and counting them. I barely registered the occasional click of the camera, knowing it had to be getting some top-notch pictures. On number eight, Jack’s number came out as a weak whimper.
“Give me a color, Jack.”
“Green,” he stuttered.
“You’re doing so well, Jack. Almost there. Then you get a reward.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
I went extra hard on the last two hits. “Does that feel better, Jackie?”
“Yes,” he said. I placed gentle kisses over his reddened cheeks, soothing the skin with my hands.
“When you’re ready, you can sit up and turn around.”
When Jack lifted his face and sat on the bed, there were tears on his face and a rock-hard erection protruding from his lap. Without asking, Jack wrapped his arms around my middle, resting his face against my breasts. I put one hand on the back of his head to hold him to my chest.
“You’re so good, Jack. Was that hard for you?”
“It felt good, but—” He never finished his sentence.
“I know, baby,” I said. “Do you want to skip the reward?”
Jack’s head snapped up to look at me. “What? No!”
“Really?” I asked. “You’re green?”
“Green,” he said. “I feel better than I have in a long time.”
I kissed him, starting softly but he quickly built us to a more fevered passion. “Lie back on the middle of the bed, close to the headboard, and let me use your face, Jackie.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a wicked grin.
I stood so he could reposition himself and moved the camera. I crawled onto the bed and with the sweetest expression, Jack helped me position myself over his face. I would have told him to hold the headboard or keep his hands to himself, but he cupped my ass in his hands and aided my grinding in a way that felt so damn good, I couldn’t have stopped him if I tried.
Every time I looked down, he was either watching me or completely immersed, devouring me like I was food, water, clothes, and shelter. He found a rhythm that had my eyes pinched shut while I begged him not to stop, his beard making me more sensitive. Right as I was almost there, his hand came up to grip mine, providing that little extra emotional support as he brought me over the edge.
I collapsed, sitting back on his chest as he lay there, slackjawed with his pupils blown wide. The camera clicked and I knew that would be my favorite one: Jack and I watching each other in awe.
“I should maybe not sit on your chest, I guess,” I laughed.
“Sit there as long as you need to, sweetheart,” Jack said. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”
I used my thumb to clear some of my arousal from around his lips. “I can think of something else to sit on.”
Jack laughed, one of those breathy hot-guy laughs. “I won’t stop you.”
He helped me get rearranged with my knees straddling his hips. Without much preamble, I sank down onto his cock to Jack’s satisfied groan.
“Thank you,” he whimpered.
