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and brought it up to my clit, pressing down on it with his thumb and with his index finger, rubbing in small, slow arcs in the area between the clit and its hood, back and forth like a pendulum, each press of the thumb punctuating a full cycle. I let out a short moan with each press, and Jason shut me up again with his mouth, which, even in the dark, I could tell was spread in a wide smile.
Jason let out a low chuckle. “It doesn’t matter, does it? If you want your drinks on the house, you better be prepared to take whatever the bartender serves you, barfly. Or are you a lush, tonight? Who are you, Becca?”
“I’m –” I started, but Jason interrupted me by fucking me hard while pressing his fingers onto me, hard.
“Who are you, Becca?” he kept teasing. “Say it, Becca, say it, out loud.”
“I’m, I’m –” I started, but Jason didn’t stop, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t letting me finish, and he was giving me exactly what I wanted. It was a devilish game, and he knew that talking dirty was the only thing that worked better on me that fucking dirty.
“Say it, Becca. Out loud.”
I knew what the answer he wanted was. He wanted me to say something like, I’m your fuck toy, or Baby, I’m all yours , or even I’m the only one who needs your dick right now, so get to work . Unfortunately, that wasn’t what I could say. There was something else that I had to say, and he had to know.
As I felt the pressure that had built in me, from the moment that we’d gotten up from the living room, continuing when I was the one in the lead, and leading up to this moment, I knew that the answer I was going to give Jason wasn’t the one he was expecting. It was too bad. If anything that happened between us was somehow not predictable, if it somehow made sense, then we wouldn’t be here to begin with.
“I’m coming, Jason, I’m coming,” I said, reaching up from the bed, to wrap my arms around him the way that my legs were already around him, pulling him tight as I felt the contractions on his shaft. “I’m coming.”
“That’s right, baby, that’s right,” he said, making sure he kept thrusting into me, hard, and pressing into me with his fingers, knowing that if that was what had worked to get me to my current state, that if he continued, he could ensure that I kept orgasming for him.
My folds squeezed him as hard as his fingers pressed into me, and I felt his dick start to throb, faster and faster, the veins pressing into me as well. The physical lines between Jason and I became blurrier because with each throb, it was like the two of us were like one person. With each throb, I felt him getting closer to a release, and felt myself getting closer to another as well. With each throb, I knew that Jason and I had something that we needed to figure out, that we needed to define, and that the two of us deserved a label, that we deserved something to describe our relationship.
“Becca, I’m, I’m,” he started, before letting out a moan, and as he kept himself plunged inside of me, his shaft still throbbing as I felt the head of his cock start to quiver, I knew that he was going to have his own release.
“I know, baby, I know,” I said, before I let out my own moan. The heat of his cum, which started to shoot up and into me, past my cervix, sent a shockwave through my body. It was as if I had been struck by white-hot lightning, our bodies now fused electrically as well as by the glues of our fluids. We were together, we were one, linked as we lay in the now sticky sheets that pooled around us like unending waves from some foreign ocean, an ocean that was thick and mysterious, like love itself.
“Jason, I, I,” I started, but I couldn’t finish my sentence. I felt myself clench up again, the time for loosening and taking more cock past, the time for needing to hold onto Jason with all parts of my body, inside and out, required lest I float away, off the sheets, carried on the
Jason let out a low chuckle. “It doesn’t matter, does it? If you want your drinks on the house, you better be prepared to take whatever the bartender serves you, barfly. Or are you a lush, tonight? Who are you, Becca?”
“I’m –” I started, but Jason interrupted me by fucking me hard while pressing his fingers onto me, hard.
“Who are you, Becca?” he kept teasing. “Say it, Becca, say it, out loud.”
“I’m, I’m –” I started, but Jason didn’t stop, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t letting me finish, and he was giving me exactly what I wanted. It was a devilish game, and he knew that talking dirty was the only thing that worked better on me that fucking dirty.
“Say it, Becca. Out loud.”
I knew what the answer he wanted was. He wanted me to say something like, I’m your fuck toy, or Baby, I’m all yours , or even I’m the only one who needs your dick right now, so get to work . Unfortunately, that wasn’t what I could say. There was something else that I had to say, and he had to know.
As I felt the pressure that had built in me, from the moment that we’d gotten up from the living room, continuing when I was the one in the lead, and leading up to this moment, I knew that the answer I was going to give Jason wasn’t the one he was expecting. It was too bad. If anything that happened between us was somehow not predictable, if it somehow made sense, then we wouldn’t be here to begin with.
“I’m coming, Jason, I’m coming,” I said, reaching up from the bed, to wrap my arms around him the way that my legs were already around him, pulling him tight as I felt the contractions on his shaft. “I’m coming.”
“That’s right, baby, that’s right,” he said, making sure he kept thrusting into me, hard, and pressing into me with his fingers, knowing that if that was what had worked to get me to my current state, that if he continued, he could ensure that I kept orgasming for him.
My folds squeezed him as hard as his fingers pressed into me, and I felt his dick start to throb, faster and faster, the veins pressing into me as well. The physical lines between Jason and I became blurrier because with each throb, it was like the two of us were like one person. With each throb, I felt him getting closer to a release, and felt myself getting closer to another as well. With each throb, I knew that Jason and I had something that we needed to figure out, that we needed to define, and that the two of us deserved a label, that we deserved something to describe our relationship.
“Becca, I’m, I’m,” he started, before letting out a moan, and as he kept himself plunged inside of me, his shaft still throbbing as I felt the head of his cock start to quiver, I knew that he was going to have his own release.
“I know, baby, I know,” I said, before I let out my own moan. The heat of his cum, which started to shoot up and into me, past my cervix, sent a shockwave through my body. It was as if I had been struck by white-hot lightning, our bodies now fused electrically as well as by the glues of our fluids. We were together, we were one, linked as we lay in the now sticky sheets that pooled around us like unending waves from some foreign ocean, an ocean that was thick and mysterious, like love itself.
“Jason, I, I,” I started, but I couldn’t finish my sentence. I felt myself clench up again, the time for loosening and taking more cock past, the time for needing to hold onto Jason with all parts of my body, inside and out, required lest I float away, off the sheets, carried on the
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