Saturday, 12:45 pm

"Jesus fucking Christ," he cries out as my head bobs back and forth on his cock. His hands grip my hair tightly, holding me to him but not commanding me. He seems happy enough to let me lead the show—for now. "Ahh… Jesus. Ahh… Fuck."

I chance another glance up, but don't stop what I'm doing. I can only see his face on the out-stroke; his gaze is wild as he looks down at me.

"That's it, baby. Take my cock." I feel his hands begin to direct me slightly. "Do you have—" His words are punctuated by pauses as he pants for breath. "Fuck. Oh fuck, Jazz." One hand still holds my hair in a tight grip and the other has moved to splay across my cheek and ear. "You look so fucking— So fuck— Ungh."

I notice his hips start to move and knowing exactly what his body is craving, I hold my mouth at the head of his cock, away from his body. I pull in my cheeks, suctioning my lips on his heated flesh and just wait. It only takes him a moment to realize what I am offering him.

I feel the grip on my hair tighten and he pulls my head back a fraction, causing me to look up at him—I don't release his cock from my mouth.

"You want me to fuck your mouth, Jazz?" I nod, just a bit. I watch as his eyes close and he breathes deeply. "Oh, baby. Yes. Yes."

He starts to move, starting slowly… gently. He seems determined to take it easy on me, but I don't want that from him. I want him to take pleasure in everything I can give him. I want him to be so turned on that he loses control.

I bring my hands up to his bare ass and show him what I want. I pull him into me, relaxing my muscles as the crown of his cock pushes across my tongue and into my throat. Moaning around him, I look up again, attempting a smile.

"Fuck, Jazz," he repeats. He thrusts get harder… faster. "Jesus. You feel so… so fucking good, baby."

The feel of my lips sliding along his slick length have me reaching down to free my own erection from its prison. Yes! That feels so much better, but so much worse at the same time. Without the confines of my jeans there is no friction, and I miss it immediately. Needing something, I grip myself tightly and stroke myself to match him. It's a bit dry, but I don't care—I need the pressure desperately.

My other hand reaches up to cup his sack and I fondle him gently, the movement of his thrusts enough to keep me massaging him.

"Fuck— Fuck— Fuck, Jazz. Gonna… gonna come. Oh… Jesus Christ."

His semen begins to spurt into my mouth and I swallow, as best I can, considering. The hand in my hair continues to grip me tightly, but he is only jerking erratically into my mouth now, his body seized by his orgasm; my lips have loosened and my tongue laps at his silken skin as I swallow around him.

"Oh, God," he pants. I feel the last few spurts of his cum hit the back of my tongue but I don't swallow them, intentionally keeping some of him in my mouth as he slowly pulls out of me.

I lean back—I'm still stroking myself slowly as my eyes zero in on his.

His face is blushed the most delicious pink, his nostrils flare, and I can see his chest rising and falling with each panting breath. His head is shaking the tiniest bit from side to side, as if he can't believe that just happened. And then I open my mouth and run my tongue seductively along my lips, allowing the small amount of his spunk that I have kept in my mouth to dress my lips.

"Oh. My. God," he declares. He still has one hand in my hair and he doesn't release it, but he brings his other hand to my mouth and grazes along my bottom lip with his thumb. "That is seriously the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen."

I just smile.

Reaching up with the hand that isn't holding my cock, which I am yet to let go of, I grasp his forearm and pull him down to me. He drops to his knees in front of me. Before I get a chance to swallow what is left of him in my mouth, his lips meet mine. I feel his tongue push across my lips and then into my mouth, tasting himself—he moans.

Now that is the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen.

He pulls back and looks down to my groin, then reaching down he covers my hand with his, mirroring my gentle strokes.

"I'm tempted to suck you, baby." He leans in and latches his lips to my neck. I can feel the skin bruising under his sucking kiss. "But not here." I know what he means; his increasingly firm grasp around my hand leaving no doubt that he isn't referring to my neck. "Even though, I must admit I like to see my mark on you." His free hand comes up to rub over the spot he has just pulled away from.

He leans close again, and I think he is going to kiss me, or suck on my skin again, but he moves close to my ear. His teeth nip at the lobe; the slight, more than gentle, pressure feels so fucking good. His lips are still surrounding me when he says, "But I think I'd rather you fuck me."

I pull back, earning my delicate skin a graze of his teeth, and look into his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

My hand has stilled.

"Absofuckinglutely."

"Should we go upstairs?"

"No. I think you can take me over that…"

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