“Sure.”
I don’t know what I’m giving her permission to do right now, nor do I care. I’d let her do just about anything to me. She has no idea how much power she has over me at this exact moment.
She pulls her hand away, and I bite my lip to keep back the protest that wants to slip out.
Then she spits on her hand, lifting it back toward my cock. I grip the base of it, holding it steady as she wraps her soft, wet hand around the middle.
“Oh.” She gasps, letting her hand slide up toward the tip.
“Oh?”
“It’s heavy.”
“Heavy?”
She nods her head, working her hand back down toward where mine is.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.” Her eyes glance up at me. “It’s thick, but I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
No woman has ever mentioned the weight of my cock before, and I’m not sure if it’s a complaint or a compliment. No way of knowing if I should be insulted or proud.
“No. I don’t think so,” she whispers.
Leaning her head forward, she opens her mouth, allowing spit to dribble between her lips onto my cock. I barely hold back the groan that threatens to escape my mouth.
She works her hand over it, and I let go of my grip, allowing her to fully get acquainted with it. Spitting into her other hand, she adds it to the mix. Both her hands work up and down my shaft, slowly, almost painfully slow.
My balls ache and she must be able to tell because she lets one hand drop down to them. Squeezing them with her palm, she lets her fingers rub the area they meet my cock.
I’ve been with more women than I care to count. Hand jobs and ball squeezing are nothing new to me. I even let a girl put a finger in my ass once and didn’t hate it, but right now I’d let Prue peg me if she wanted. Her hands feel that good.
Gripping both my balls and cock tighter, her eyes dart up to me. Pale blue eyes stare into mine. She isn’t angry or full of rage right now. I think she is more turned on than me at this moment.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. God yes.” I nod my head eagerly.
“You like my hands on your cock and balls?”
“I can’t imagine any man wouldn’t like it.”
“But are you any man?” She smirks up at me.
“No,” I admit. “I’m just an asshole with a fat cock.”
“Yes,” she nearly moans in agreement.
“I want to fuck you,” I mutter. “Can I please fuck you, Prue?”
“No.” She shakes her head, letting her short locks wave through the air. “No way that’s happening. I’m just examining it, remember?” She shifts back, releasing my balls. Her grip loosens on my cock, and I groan.
“Wait,” I say quickly. Panic is kicking in. She is about to leave me with blue balls and I’m in no mood to have to work to find another girl to take care of it. “Okay. Just. Fuck.” I mutter, unable to think straight, as her strokes grow even slower. It’s teasingly pleasurable.
“Maybe,” she says, grinning up at me. “Since I’m supposed to be getting a real honest impression of the thing, I should taste it.”
