“I took you raw to remind you who lords over this pussy. You’ve never been taken like this, right?”
“Right!” I moan, lost in the whole bag of crazy.
Jason turns my face toward him and takes my mouth in a branding kiss. I return it with fervor because my body feels a heat it’s never felt before. Jason groans, swivels his hips and pumps into me at a slightly different angle.
“Jason!” I yell his name because I have no other sentiment.
“Pop quiz. Who owns your pussy?”
When I hesitate, he pounds me harder, breaking me. “You do.”
I feel a jolt of pleasure when he tugs at one of my nipples. I can’t describe what I feel outside of coming undone. My whole body is hot, and the only way it can heal is to make it to the other side of what he’s doing to me.
“That’s right. You wanted to take a ride on this dick. Enjoy it.”
His hand snakes between us. I feel like I’ve been stunned when his fingers slide across my clit. It’s never felt this sensitive, and I’ve never been this…this hot.
Jason spears me with his eyes. I’m lost in his irises and cannot break the connection.
“Your sweet pussy is mine, Bree.”
Something inside me shatters as I’m introduced to a delicious wave of sensation I didn’t know existed.
“Oh, Jason,” I coo as my head falls back on the door.
I have no idea what just happened, but I feel drained yet euphoric.
Jason is still buried inside of me as he carries me to the bed. He lies us down where he continues to move inside of me in the slow, long strokes he originally promised.
Everything about him is gentler now.
“Congratulations, baby. You just had your first orgasm.”
8
Bree
I’m still in a daze as I park in front of Chloe’s mini-mansion. Last night with Jason was crazy and hot. Having my first orgasm was amazing, and so was watching Jason cum as he murmured about how good it feels to be inside of me. After a few kisses, I left before he had the chance to kick me out. I saw enough women leave his house to know the routine. No loitering.
Chloe lets me in and ushers me to her ‘special place’ a room for entertaining, that’s customized specifically for her. It’s all blingy with a sick-ass glass chandelier. She’s taken on a Moroccan theme with gold, bronze, magenta, and purple items and pillows. I slide onto her comfortable chaise, which I refer to as the ‘therapy couch.’
“Here, I am waiting for all the details, and you lie onthatcouch,” Chloe starts as she sits in the chair that faces me.
She grabs a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, slides them into place, crosses her legs, and clasps her hands together as if she’s my real-life shrink. The whole scene is extra as fuck since she has 20/20 vision.
“Start from the beginning,” she prompts in mock seriousness.
I tell her everything, pausing for her various squeals and questions until she’s completely updated.
“You had your first orgasm! We need a drink!”
Chloe sashays over to her wine cooler and grabs a bottle and two glasses. She returns and pours each of us a glass.
“Why the long face if he gave you what you wanted.”
“Well, he’s technically held up his side of the bargain…”
“Ah! I see.” She taps her chin like she’s deep thinking. “You want some more, and there’s no guarantee it’s happening again.”
