only just getting started, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled. The sexiest God damned smile he’d ever seen. For the briefest second he wondered if he should untie her. Free her arms at least. They might be getting stiff. But Jenna hadn’t asked, and Garreth loved having her all bound up for his pleasure too much to offer.
Maybe he’d offer in a more generic sense? “Tell me what you want now, Jenn,” he drawled softly. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”
Jenna’s languid gaze roved slowly over his body and snagged at his groin.
His cock twitched.
She stared. Smiled a little more. Licked her lips.
Fu-uck!
His erection was almost level with her face. If he took a step forward all she need do was dip her head and she could touch it with her mouth.
“Say the words, Jenn,” he coaxed. “Give voice to every desire you’ve stored away over the years.”
“Take off your boxers,” she rasped, her voice hoarse and sensual. “I want…to see…” again she licked her lips, “…your dick.”
His boxers were gone before she’d finished speaking.
Jenna stared at his cock.
Precome spilled from its tip beneath her lustful gaze.
She nodded, a slight tilt to her head, and smiled a dangerous smile. “Closer,” she insisted.
He shook his head. “Not until you tell me what you want.” As if her expressive eyes hadn’t spoken a million words. But Garreth needed to hear her voice. Needed to get her to express every thought. Needed her to lose her inhibitions completely.
“I want your dick, Garreth,” she said. “I want it in my mouth, every throbbing inch of it. I wanna lick your slit and taste your come and suck you until you climax as hard as I did. And then I want every last drop of your come to slide down the back of my throat.”
Garreth grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. So damn hard it hurt. He had no choice. Ripping hair from his legs wouldn’t help now. “I thought you wanted my dick in your pussy. And your ass. Like my tongue was.”
Jenna wriggled on the chair. Her nipples perked up. “I do,” she rasped. “And I’ll have it there. Afterwards. But now…come closer, Gaz. Let me taste you.”
He could deny her nothing, but he was as close as he could get without standing astride the chair and her legs.
“Closer!” she demanded, leaving him with no choice. Still gripping his shaft, he straddled the chair, a leg on either side of hers. Because of the huge difference in their height, he stood at the perfect elevation.
Her hot breath wafted over his aching cock.
“Mmmm,” she purred, and the sound vibrated all the way through to the base of his spine.
Jenna dipped her head and licked his tip. Ever so slowly. Ever so lusciously, swiping her tongue over it, cleaning it of every drop of come.
Garreth exhaled in a sharp gasp. Jesus, fuck, that felt good.
Her hair fell over her shoulders, tickling his stomach.
So did that.
Jenna paused and looked up at him. Parted her lips. Showed him the very drops she’d licked off now sitting on the edge of her tongue. Clear liquid, almost invisible.
The sight nearly pushed him over the edge. Jenna, with his come in her mouth, teasing him.
He was undone. Had to squeeze again. Clasp his shaft in a death grip, violently forcing his orgasm back.
Jenna closed her mouth and swallowed. Moaned.
Garreth squeezed harder.
“Hold it there,” Jenna told him. “Right there. Just where I can reach it.” She shot him a stern look. “And don’t move one inch.”
Move? He was rooted to the spot, at her mercy.
When her lips slid around him, taking his aching shaft into her mouth one torturous inch at a time, Garreth’s blood began to boil. His breath left his lungs in a harsh, unsteady stream.
Fuck. God. Jesus. “Jenna—oh, fuck!”
She sucked him in deeper, dropping her head further, until her lips touched his hand. Her tongue twirled around and around. Her teeth grazed ever so gently.
She made him see stars.
Tiny Jenna, fitting
She didn’t answer, just smiled. The sexiest God damned smile he’d ever seen. For the briefest second he wondered if he should untie her. Free her arms at least. They might be getting stiff. But Jenna hadn’t asked, and Garreth loved having her all bound up for his pleasure too much to offer.
Maybe he’d offer in a more generic sense? “Tell me what you want now, Jenn,” he drawled softly. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”
Jenna’s languid gaze roved slowly over his body and snagged at his groin.
His cock twitched.
She stared. Smiled a little more. Licked her lips.
Fu-uck!
His erection was almost level with her face. If he took a step forward all she need do was dip her head and she could touch it with her mouth.
“Say the words, Jenn,” he coaxed. “Give voice to every desire you’ve stored away over the years.”
“Take off your boxers,” she rasped, her voice hoarse and sensual. “I want…to see…” again she licked her lips, “…your dick.”
His boxers were gone before she’d finished speaking.
Jenna stared at his cock.
Precome spilled from its tip beneath her lustful gaze.
She nodded, a slight tilt to her head, and smiled a dangerous smile. “Closer,” she insisted.
He shook his head. “Not until you tell me what you want.” As if her expressive eyes hadn’t spoken a million words. But Garreth needed to hear her voice. Needed to get her to express every thought. Needed her to lose her inhibitions completely.
“I want your dick, Garreth,” she said. “I want it in my mouth, every throbbing inch of it. I wanna lick your slit and taste your come and suck you until you climax as hard as I did. And then I want every last drop of your come to slide down the back of my throat.”
Garreth grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. So damn hard it hurt. He had no choice. Ripping hair from his legs wouldn’t help now. “I thought you wanted my dick in your pussy. And your ass. Like my tongue was.”
Jenna wriggled on the chair. Her nipples perked up. “I do,” she rasped. “And I’ll have it there. Afterwards. But now…come closer, Gaz. Let me taste you.”
He could deny her nothing, but he was as close as he could get without standing astride the chair and her legs.
“Closer!” she demanded, leaving him with no choice. Still gripping his shaft, he straddled the chair, a leg on either side of hers. Because of the huge difference in their height, he stood at the perfect elevation.
Her hot breath wafted over his aching cock.
“Mmmm,” she purred, and the sound vibrated all the way through to the base of his spine.
Jenna dipped her head and licked his tip. Ever so slowly. Ever so lusciously, swiping her tongue over it, cleaning it of every drop of come.
Garreth exhaled in a sharp gasp. Jesus, fuck, that felt good.
Her hair fell over her shoulders, tickling his stomach.
So did that.
Jenna paused and looked up at him. Parted her lips. Showed him the very drops she’d licked off now sitting on the edge of her tongue. Clear liquid, almost invisible.
The sight nearly pushed him over the edge. Jenna, with his come in her mouth, teasing him.
He was undone. Had to squeeze again. Clasp his shaft in a death grip, violently forcing his orgasm back.
Jenna closed her mouth and swallowed. Moaned.
Garreth squeezed harder.
“Hold it there,” Jenna told him. “Right there. Just where I can reach it.” She shot him a stern look. “And don’t move one inch.”
Move? He was rooted to the spot, at her mercy.
When her lips slid around him, taking his aching shaft into her mouth one torturous inch at a time, Garreth’s blood began to boil. His breath left his lungs in a harsh, unsteady stream.
Fuck. God. Jesus. “Jenna—oh, fuck!”
She sucked him in deeper, dropping her head further, until her lips touched his hand. Her tongue twirled around and around. Her teeth grazed ever so gently.
She made him see stars.
Tiny Jenna, fitting
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