"Hard thing to do wrong."
"Want me to show you what a bad handjob feels like? I can try."
“No, that’s alright, I'll pass."
Brys brings her hand to her mouth, and then the next time she jacks my length, it's smooth and slick and hot and wet withher saliva, and the intensity of the pleasure rockets through the stratosphere. I hiss, the sound a ragged sigh from the back of my throat. "Fuck."
My curse elicits a wide, pleased grin. "Is that so?" She gnaws on her lower lip. "You like it nice and wet, do you?"
"Brys." It's a warning. "My control is fading quickly."
Her grin only spreads, eyes lighting up with eager glee. "Is that so?" She speeds the slick strokes of her hand down my shaft, pausing to pulse at the root, twisting short jerking strokes around the tip. "I'm utterly terrified, Jakob. Just petrified. Whatever shall I do?"
The heat in my belly and the pressure in my balls are unbearable. The desperation to reach release is crushing and chaotic and maddening. I've never had much self-control, sexually. In business, yes. In bed? No.
As Brys is about to find out.
I reach up and cup her cheek—her skin is softer than silk, delicate and warm, clear-complexioned and blemish-free. She's perfect. Her hair is loose, hanging in honey-blonde waves to her mid-back, kinked from the braid of yesterday. "Brys, I warn you again. I'm going to come in a moment." I brush my thumb over her lips. And it will not be your hand that receives my release."
“Is that so?" She smirks yet again.
Perhaps she thinks I’m playing a game. More the fool, her.
I don't bother to hide my feelings, now. I let her see my need. I buck into her fist, let myself groan as she slowly caresses the aching length of my cock.
I shut my eyes again, focusing on holding back as the heat and pressure become intolerable, building to a frenzy inside me, eradicating the last vestiges of my control. I see her again, the way she was in her bedroom. I see her pussy, a shadow of a V between her thighs, glazed with closely-trimmed pubic hair in a narrow triangle. I see those tits again.
Stroke after stroke, Brys's delicate, gentle touch brings me closer and closer to release, and now I’m tensed and flexing as I actively clamp down on the release threatening to explode out of me.
"Brys," I snarl. "I'm going to come."
"So come. That's the whole point."
"Give me your mouth."
“What if I say no?"
"Are you?"
"No, but what if I did?"
"I am in no mood for hypotheticals, Brys. Put your mouth on my cock.” I fill my gaze with the hard glitter of authority. “Now.”
She just grins at me, slowing her strokes to the point of teasing, torturing. "I dunno. Maybe, maybe not."
I cup the back of her neck, sitting upright and forward, and put my lips to her ear. "In ten seconds, I'm going to put my cock down your throat, Brys."
She inhales sharply, a shocked gasp. "Jakob!"
"Ten."
She wraps both hands around my cock and plunges a slow slide down my length. "You're really going to count?"
"Nine."
She nips at my earlobe. "Let me help—eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one." She says it all in a rush. “Now what?"
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