I nod.
“Take me out.”
My fingers make quick work of rolling his pants down and pulling him out. My stomach flips, my heart racing with uncertainty at the sight of his cock springing free. It’s much bigger than I thought.
“Look how much I want you, baby,” Jack says. “It’s dripping for you. Have you done this before?”
I dart my gaze away, embarrassment flooding me. I wish I was more experienced.
“Look at me.” He pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting my gaze to his as he fists his cock in his hand. “Good. You’re mine. My cock will be the only cock you take. I’ll tell you what to do. If you want me to stop at any time, tell me and I will. I need to hear you say you want this and understand we can stop anytime.”
I stare at him, mustering all the courage I have to boldly reply, “I want to suck your cock, and I want to feel you come down my throat. I’ll tell you if I need to stop, but I won’t.”
He growls and buries his fist into my hair. “Open your mouth.” He tugs on his cock, rubbing it along my lips before he puts it in my mouth. Sticky salty fluid covers my lips and spreads over my tongue as he pushes further into me. “God damn, baby. Now, suck on it, but watch your teeth.” He grasps the underside of my jaw with one hand, urging me to open wider for him, the other still holding my hair. “Good girl. Now take it deeper. Open your throat and take me deeper.”
Tears run down my cheeks as I take him into my throat.
“Fuck, baby. Can you take more, just a bit more? You’ll have my whole cock then, and that’ll make me so happy.”
I moan, grabbing his ass to bring him in deeper. I can’t believe people complain about doing this. I’m so turned on now, knowing I control his pleasure. I’ve the power to do this to him. I curl my lips around him and lean forward, opening my throat for him. Gagging, tears continue down my face, saliva running over my chin.
“Baby, you are so damn good at milking my cock. You take all of me so good. I’m about to come. I’m going to fill your mouth with it. If you don’t want that, when I tell you, push back, and I’llcome on your perfect tits. Are you going to take me, like a good girl?”
I nod and swallow more of him, encouraging him. He starts bucking his hips, fucking my mouth while holding my head in place.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
He lets go of my head, freeing me. But I don’t move. I want him to coat my throat. I want to taste the proof of the pleasureIbrought him.
His cock pulses inside my mouth, and the same warm, salty liquid from before spills onto my cheeks, my tongue, my teeth.
“That’s it. Take me and swallow like a good girl.” Jack eases me down onto the bed by my throat. He takes off his pants and leans over me, grabbing my jaw so he has complete control of my head. He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth again. “You taste so good covered in my come. That’s the best head I’ve ever had in my life.”
I beam proudly, thankful that I didn’t suck at it.
He crawls down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes. He focuses extra attention on my breasts, kneading them in his hands. He continues trailing his lips down my stomach, alternating between raking his tongue down me and leaving kisses. He slowly drags my pants down, his gaze seeking my permission, nudging me to raise my hips to allow him to shed them all the way off. Nervousness and hesitation mix with my deep need for him. I start to shake, then laugh.
“Jessi, relax,” he says. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“Why not?” I cry.
He sheds my pants slowly and bites my hip. I yelp in pain. “Don’t throw a fit or I won’t make you come again.”
I’m bare in front of him, self-conscious and overexposed, so I close my knees.
He growls. “Open those beautiful legs for me. Let me see what’s mine, all mine. I knew your pussy would be beautiful.” Watching him as he runs his tongue along my slit, I think I have died and gone to heaven. “Delicious.” He spreads me open wider, sliding me closer to him.
He licks me once, long and slow, then moves his focus to my bundle of nerves.
I gasp. “Jack, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He does.
I peek at him, about the drag him back to me. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want to get your pussy ready to take me.” He uses my wetness to coat his finger. Slowly, he guides it to my opening and pushes his finger in, moving it in and out. Fuck. It pinches, throbs, but I want more. I need more.
“Please, oh god.” I don’t know what I’m begging for.
