Grabbing her head, I give her what she wants. I rock into her mouth just the way I like it. She moans and strokes me, and she works to keep up. Bree, being the quick learner she is, takes over and sucks and strokes me the way I just taught her. My eyes roll back, and my upcoming release warms my body.
“I’m gonna cum, Bree,” I grit out. “You should move if you don’t want to drink it.”
Her eyes shine with a challenge as she deep-throats me again, then closes her eyes and moans like having my dick down her throat is the best feeling in the world. The last reserve of my willpower snaps. I grab her head, and with one last pump, my body does what it’s been dying to do since we entered the porn shop. I damn near yell my release and let go down her throat; each tremor creates another spurt for her to enjoy. Some escapes, rolls down her chin, and lands on her nipple.
I feel like I’m marking her as my own, and it’s oddly satisfying.
“Did you enjoy that?” Bree smiles at me as she licks her lips.
She’s so damn sexy.
“Get the toy ready, while I make you a proper tequila sunrise.”
I watch her naked ass as she disappears with the vibrator. I want her again.
A few minutes later, and with a proper tequila sunrise, I return to find Bree still naked and sitting in the middle of my bed. She nibbles on her lip as she puts batteries in the vibrator. I don’t have the patience to wait for a fancier one to charge.
“Your drink, ma’am.” Bree takes the cup and looks at me like I’m naked, despite me wearing boxer briefs.
I watch her eyes grow, then rollback once she tastes the cocktail.
“You’re spoiling me. I’m not going to want anyone else to make me a drink at this rate.”
I’m known to make damn good beverages, but getting Bree’s seal of approval, makes me feel validated in a way I wasn’t seeking. I take the vibrator from her, place it on the bed, and hold her hand long enough for her to uncross her legs and get off the bed. I lead her to the chair facing my bed. Sitting, I pull her over until she’s straddling me. Bree takes another sip of the drink in her right hand as she balances herself with her left on my shoulder.
Palming her plush tits, I kiss her jaw and work my way down her neck. She sighs between sips. It’s only been a few minutes, but I’m ready for her again. She chugs the rest, when my thumbs begin toying with her nipples.
“I love how sensitive your nipples are,” I confess before pulling a dark nipple into my mouth.
The empty plastic cup falls to the floor. Bree’s fingers find my hair, and pull me closer as she thrust her boobs forward.
“It’s you, Jason,” she tells me on a sigh. “You know exactly how to treat them.”
There’s that damn pride again. It increases my willingness to show her how good I can be for her body. Right now, I must back up the shit I talked about in the store. I treat her tits like I’m eating her pussy: ranging from soft to hard, light to rough, and licking to sucking. By the time I get my fill, she’s moaning my name as she gyrates in my lap. Feeling her wetness on my legs, makes my dick hurt. I pull away with one last hard suck that makes her whimper.
“Get on my bed—now.”
I love how fast Bree learns. She follows my directive immediately and gets on the bed, just the way I like. I lick my lips as I watch her crawl to the center. Rolling on her back, she props her elbows up to look at me and awaits instructions.
"Open your legs. Yes. Just like that. Now, pick up the toy—use it while I watch. Make me proud. I want you to make yourself cum so hard, I feel it."
I can tell by the way she bites her lip that she loves getting dirty with me. Bree’s hungry gaze practically caresses my dick as she slides the vibrator in slowly. The pace is for my entrainment, and I’m fucking loving it. Her coos and moans go straight to my dick as she slowly, yet roughly, slides the toy inside her juicy pussy, collecting moisture with each pass.
This is far more erotic than I anticipated for two reasons. Bree looks fuck hot playing with herself, and I know for a fact, that she’s imagining fucking me. I can read the unfiltered desire in her brown orbs.
“I want to ride you, Jason—feel you deep inside.” The last part breaks on a moan.
Adjusting my dick, I place a finger over my lips, signaling for her to be quiet. I can’t watch her masturbateandlisten to her fantasies about the ways she wants me. It’s too much for one person. I am just a man after all.
I press play on my phone to add mood music. Janet Jackson’s Discipline pumps through my speakers. The deep bass, and Janet’s crooning, appears to turn Bree on more. Her legs fall open wider, and she presses the toy deeper. Her whimpers intensify when she turns on the vibrations.
I want to take over. I want to fuck her into a puddle until she cannot speak, but she needs this for herself. Bree must learn how to get herself there. I’m happy to see, she appears to be accomplishing the once impossible. She’s going on feeling and not on thoughts and logic. I’m so hard, I feel my precum leaking and sticking to my underwear.
I pull them off for relief, but it appears I’ve given Bree the last thing she needed. Her body jerks as she moans my fucking name. My skin is on fire.
“Come here,” I order, not giving her time to come down from her high.
I bite my lip once she’s standing in front of me. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. My dick begs to be tagged in to play. Sliding my hand up between her wet thighs, I catch the last few tremors on my fingers. Bree moans when the pressure from my hand prolongs the tremors.
