I am about to come and I barely can catch my breath.
“Don’t stop,” I beg softly.
I’m getting so close.
“Whose pussy is this tonight?” he demands to know again.
“Yours.”
“And who am I?”
“Jason.”
“That’s right. Say my name again.”
“Jason!”
He flutters his tongue against my pussy rapidly, then pulls his head back just in time to watch me fall apart.My heart is racing, and my breaths are heavy, but then they almost stop as I notice that he’s pulled his penis out of his boxers and his stroking himself.
“You are so beautiful when you come, Adrienne. That shit turns me on. I could watch you come all day, every day.”
Jason likes to watch. That turns me on too.
“I know you said you like to be on top, so why don’t you hop on and ride me, baby. I can’t wait to get inside of you. Damn, I’m so excited I almost forgot. There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Why don’t you grab it? I’ll wait right here.”
He continues stroking himself as he watches me with a hunger in his eyes.
Shit, how am I going to finesse my way out of this one. I told him I prefer the top, but I’ve never done it before and his dick looks like the size of my baseball bat. I may not know much, but I know that it’s going to be a tight fit. I rummage through his pockets and find three condoms and wonder if he always carries this many on him.Probably. This man probably has lots of sex.
I place two of them on my nightstand and hand him the other one.
“You want to do it or you want me to?” he asks.
“You.”
He pauses for a moment.“You nervous, Adrienne?”
“A little.”
“Don’t think about him. Focus only on me and you.”
He has no clue. My hesitance has nothing to do with Troy and everything to do with my amateur skills.
“Open the package for me.”
I tear open the condom wrapper and hand it to him. With one good arm this man has made me come twice and now he’s rolling a condom perfectly down his enormous dick like he’s done this one-handed a million times.
“Come ride me Texas style.”
I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t need to know because Jason guides me into position on top, back to him, facing the mirror again.
“If you’re nervous about my size, take it slow. We’ve got all night and I guarantee you it will fit.”
He rubs me gently between my legs as I position myself on top of him and slowly lower myself. I pray that this position doesn’t split me wide open. He’s so thick and I’m so tight that I’m not sure if it’s going to work, but as I look at him massaging my clit in the mirror — I feel empowered. I feel like a fucking siren. A sex goddess. I feel like I can actually do this.
“Move slightly forward,” he says through gritted teeth. “That’s it. Now rock your hips back and forth a bit. Yes, fuck. You’re halfway there. Give me some more of this sweet ass pussy. I need to be totally inside you.”
“Jason.” I beg for something, and I don’t even know what. For more? For it to stop? I don’t know.
