“Yes, God. It’s me.”
“Jonah,” God giggles, and then there’s a warm press to my lips.
There’s kissing in heaven?Awesome. Maybe dying isn’t so bad.
Suddenly one of my eyelids is forced open and a gorgeous redhead is staring back at me with a smile. “Are you okay?”
Reality settles in—some of it at least. “What happened?”
“I gave you a blowjob.”
I shake my head. “That was no blowjob. What’s it called when someone clears your brain?”
“A lobotomy?"
“No, the other one. When you raise your hand and they bring you on stage and make you do silly things by controlling your mind.”
She quietly laughs to herself. “Hypnosis.”
I roll my head to the side with a sigh and snap my fingers. “That’s the one.”
She lays next to me and strokes my hair. “You’ve had a blowjob before.”
“Not like that. No one has ever touched underneath my balls.” I wrap my arms around her. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. Congratulations, you now have a stage five clinger. Perks include: kneeling at your feet on command, personal chauffeur service, and bringing you coffee in bed. The list is actually much longer than that, but you get the picture.”
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t even use my full skill set?”
“No. There is absolutely no way that can be improved upon.”
She kisses me. “Guess you’ll just have to see for yourself.”
“I’ll make the funeral arrangements.”
“See that you do,” she teases, and I think I might be enjoying this post-nut back-and-forth even more than my hypnosis blowie.
“I’d also like to mention, as part of my stage five clinger service, I offer oral with several sub-categories: general oral, face riding, and reciprocation. I should also clarify there’s no orgasm limit.”
“Mmm, there better not be.”
A small shiver runs down my back because I’m obsessed with her sexual confidence. I don’t think I’ve ever had half of what she does. What I do know isI loveobeying her.
Renée stands, and my heart rate picks back up watching her leggings peel away. I help by tugging at the ankles, then bunching them in my face and inhaling. She smirks, unphased, and I wonder just how depraved I’m allowed to be with her.
She arches an eyebrow and peels off her panties. “A little amuse-bouche?”
My heated gaze lands between her freckled legs and I bitemy lip. “I love your bush.”
She looks like she’s about to say something but thinks better of it, and lowers herself to my chest. Coarse, wavy red curls are suddenly hovering above my neck and her heat seeps into me. She’s still wearing her shirt, but she’s rucked it up a bit, exposing her belly button and pale skin. Long, white stretchmarks cover her stomach and my previously spent cock stirs.She used to be pregnant,I gleefully remind myself.Oh God,I wish I could have seen her like that. I wish I could have been the one to make her like that.
Do I have a breeding kink?
I swallow—cock rising and body buzzing as I wait for her instructions.
She lifts my chin with one tiny finger. “I thought about you a lot after our first night together, Jonah. I think it’s time you remind me how talented that mouth is.”
I nod eagerly and she leans forward. I’m about to tell her not to hover, but she shuts me up andsits—likereallysits on my face with all her weight—and I savor the way Renée takes what she wants without reservation.
She latches onto my hair and says, “Use your hands however you want, and tap me three times if you can’t breathe.”
