“I think you can do better than a penny?” I tease.
He pretends to think about it before saying, “I don’t know. My girlfriend hates me spending money on her.”
“True, but this time is different. You’re buying my thoughts, not some tiny trinket.”
“Okay, a hundred bucks then.”
“Higher, my thoughts are worth it.”
“A thousand,” he raises.
In answer, I climb on his lap and move my lips close to his. “Deal, but instead of telling you my thoughts, I want to show you them." Not waiting for an answer, I close in the distance between us and kiss him deeply. He’s caught off guard for just a second before he follows along and we’re both swallowing up each other’s moans. His lips work magic and I can’t wait to see what the rest of him can do. When we get to the house, he gathers me in his arms and practically sprints us inside like he’s running for the gold.
Safely sequestered inside his bedroom, he lays me gently on his bed, staring down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. “You know we don’t have to do this now. I can wait.”
“I can’t,” I tell him truthfully and he growls.
Like a wolf stalking its prey, he crawls slowly on the bed until he’s right in front of me. Slowly, he runs his hands up my legs and I shiver from the brief touch. “Lay back,” he commands and, of course, I do as he says. I can feel him moving my panties down my legs so torturously slow and I wonder where in the hell he learned such restraint. I wanted him to dive into me, satisfying us both, but instead of sprinting like the rabbit, he’s taking it nice and slow like the damn turtle.
Once my panties are gone, the tip of his tongue licks slowly down my slit and I moan, wanting more. Taking that as a good sign, he goes for another taste before he starts to feast on me like I’m the greatest meal he’s ever tasted. I’m lost in his touch as his expert fingers join his tongue and soon, I’m screaming his name over and over again. When my hips buck, he holds me down and I curse as salty tears stream down my cheeks. When I cum, it’s like an explosion goes off inside me and I literally see stars.
“Holy fuck,” I get out, breathing hard.
“Oh. I’m not done yet,” he replies, pulling me back to his face and does the same thing over, just ten times more intense. By my second orgasm, my legs are limp noodles and he sits up with an overly smug look on his face. A well-deserved look.
I watch him, entranced as he removes his clothes. He had me fully under his spell; his magic tongue sparking the flame inside me. Once he’s completely naked, I run my hands over his chest, committing each dip and plane to memory. His skin is so soft yet hard at the same time. When I move my hands to his neck, I pull his face to mine and kiss him deeply, tasting myself. Our lips battle it out, our tongues a fury of movement. As I kiss him, his hands wander my body in his own exploration. Reaching behind me, he pulls my zipper down and I help him pull my dress down to my waist, freeing my breasts. With a grin, he pulls away from my mouth and he replaces my lips with my nipple. I moan, growing wetter as he licks and sucks me, content on driving me crazy. At this point, with what he’s doing to my body, I don’t mind going a little mad. While one of his hands plays with the tit he wasn’t currently sucking on, he uses the other to work a tantalizing rhythm, sending me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Tyson, I need you,” I groan, arching my back, holding my head back.
“What do you need, jewel?”
“I need you, in me, now!” I growl, sounding desperate as hell, but I’m tired of waiting.
Having pity on me, he pulls my dress all the way off and then lifts me onto his hard cock. I’m so slick from him getting me more than ready, I slide down him, all the way to the balls. A week after I moved in, we went to the doctor where he got tested. Just like me, he’s disease free. Something important to know if you’re fucking bareback. We have no need to prevent pregnancy as I’m already pregnant, so we agreed if we do get to the point of fucking, he wouldn’t use a condom as long as he stays exclusive to only me.
“God, Jade, you feel like a dream,” he replies, tilting his hips. I ride him, moving my body like a porn star and he takes everything I give him. When his restraint snaps, I cry out when he starts pounding into me. Sweat forms on his forehead and I move closer, taking his lips with mine and losing myself in his kiss. Our combined moans are loud, echoing around the room and soon, I’m singing his praises. He feels so damn good, like he was made for me and it doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge. I cum hard, screaming, and he pulls out then flips us so I’m on all fours and he’s right behind me. Entering me in one hard thrust, he fists my hair in a tight grip and starts to go to town, dominating my pussy. Before, he was pounding into me to claim me. Now, he was really showing me what he could do, hitting my special spot over and over again, like he was using it for target practice.
“Hearing you scream my name is like ambrosia. I get harder and harder each time you say it and the noises that come out your mouth, fuck, it makes me want to fuck you all night, just so I can keep hearing them.” At his words, I moan and he pulls my hair tighter. The pain combined with the pleasure of his dick is just enough to send me back over and I almost black out from the intensity of my orgasm. Which is just what he was aiming for because I cum, screaming his name for all the neighbors to hear and after a couple more thrusts, he shoots his seed deep inside me with my name on his lips. We both collapse on the bed and I fall asleep with him still seated inside me.
Throughout the night, Tyson wakes me with repeat performances. I know for sure the next morning I’ll be walking funny, but it was totally worth it. Tyson is good with his dick and knows exactly how to use it.
19
Jade
The next morning, I wake Tyson in the most delightful way. With my lips wrapped around his morning wood, going to town on his dick. He moans, moving his hips in his sleep until he figures out this isn’t a dream and cracks his beautiful eyes open and watches me with such intensity, I can’t help putting on a show. When I take him all the way until he’s seated deep down my throat, he curses before fisting my hair and moving my head to his own rhythm. I let him for a second before taking back over. I’m the one driving the bus this time, and I want to take him on a trip to Crazyland like he did me when he was feasting on me last night. Turnabout is fair play, after all.
“Shit, jewel, I’m about to cum,” he warns and I pull myself closer instead of moving away. With a growl, he explodes in my mouth, and I gobble him up. Sitting up, I make a show of licking my lips and his pupils almost burst.
“Damn, jewel, that’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
“Glad you approve," I tell him, laying back beside him.
“I say I more than approve. I’m tempted to make you give me blowjobs as a requirement.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m doing that every morning.”
“What if I agree to do the same for you?” Before I can answer, he’s already moving down my body and between my legs.
“Damn, you fight dirty,” I groan as his magic tongue takes me back under.