Chapter Twenty-Two
Joel
“The Man” by Aloe Blacc was running through my head as soon as her screaming calmed to gentle whimpers.
“While you lie there in orgasmic bliss, I need to do this.”
I may be a complete asshole for doing it, but the desire was too great. I had no choice. Reaching over and grabbing my phone, I found what I was looking for, and pushed the button.
“The Man” started playing through the speakers, and I couldn’t help but feel complete pride in myself. I wasthe fucking manright now.
The smile that hit Alessandra’s face hearing the song and watching me was added to the list of why she was perfect to me. Some women would honestly think I was a douche for doing something like this at this moment, but she got me. She fucking got me.
“You’re a dumbass!” she laughed, and I started to do a little dance for her amusement. She got an earth-shattering orgasm, and a sexy dance.
She was one lucky woman.
She laughed at me, and I ate that shit up. I moved my legs over her stomach and channeled the role of Magic Mike. I almost took a spot in that movie, but it conflicted with another one I was doing. I still had the moves though.
I grabbed her hands and ran them down my abs, rubbing them on my hard-on. She laughed, and when I brought my lips to hers, that smile never wavered.
The song ended, and I was quick to turn the player off before another song came on.
“You’re lucky you’re good at doing work.”
I was too busy thinking about her use of words of me doing work on her cunt to realize that I was no longer in control of rubbing her hand against me—she was.
“My turn.”
She straight up wrapped her leg around mine and surprised the shit out of me by rolling us over.
Her hands had my fly down and my dick out before I could blink. Girl had skills.
Just when her mouth was heading towards my dick and her eyes were looking up with a glint, I panicked.
“Wait!” My heart was beating erratically, and call it post-traumatic stress or just straight-up stupidity, but I couldn’t get the vision out of my head of her biting my dick like she did that carrot.
She sat up and looked at me in confusion. Yeah, you and me both, sweetheart.
“Can you, um, start slow, and maybe like play nice with him first?” Yeah, feeling likethe manwas gone. I swear she blinked at me ten times in the past ten seconds.
“Uh, sure, everything all right?” She was concerned now, and that was not what I wanted.
“I’ve been a little traumatized, thinking about your mouth on my dick ever since you teased me and bit the shit out of the carrot.”
She stared at me for a few more seconds before busting out laughing, collapsing on top of me.
“I’m serious! I haven’t even been able to jack off to the thought of it. All I see is you taking a big chunk out of my dick!” I was so serious, it really has been awful.
“Okay, loco. Just relax and let me make that traumatic thought into a positive one.” She finally stopped laughing and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Slowly she moved up and down, and I started to relax, trusting her and trying not to let that stupid image invade my brain again.
I watched her lick her lips while staring at her hand moving, and that helped, too.
When she leaned down and flicked her tongue at my head, I knew I would survive.
As she continued to sweetly initiate oral with my dick, I found my body becoming fluid.
Once she saw I was relaxed, she let the crazy back out of the box and went to town on my cock.
