“You know what?” I say.
“What?” she mumbles, moving her hips a little, helping my fingers fuck her better.
“If you’re very good I’ll let you suck my cock after I’m done with you.”
“Will you?” She laughs.
“Yes. Sucking my cock is a gift, Lyssa. I hope you appreciate that. But if you don’t want to, then that’s cool too.”
“I want to,” she says. “I do.”
“Perfect. Then we both get what we want, don’t we? Isn’t that kinda nice how it works out that way when you’re a good girl?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” she says, grimacing when I push all three fingers deep inside her and wiggle them.
I want to make her squirt like she did last night. But I don’t want to be rough with her and doing it like this would require me being rough. There’s another way, though. One I can try out when I do finally fuck her.
Tomorrow maybe. Or the next day. Or hell, maybe I’ll wait until the last day and use that as her reward.
Her hips start moving with the motion of my fingers and I know she’s getting close. Her mouth is open now, breathing heavier and faster. Ragged and not at all rhythmic.
I grab her breast and squeeze it hard. Kneading it with my whole palm until she starts to moan. My fingers pressing up inside her as my thumb begins to play with her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
Yeah, that’s it. Come for me.
I want to flip her around, spread her legs open, and tease her clit with my tongue as she comes on my fingers.
But I can’t. She’s too sore to be that rough.
So I lean down and kiss her mouth instead. I whisper, “Do you want to suck my cock right now, Lyssa?”
“Mmmm,” she moans back as we kiss.
I stop playing with her breast and slide a finger up to her lips. She opens her mouth immediately, wrapping her lips around it.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me how you’ll suck my cock.”
She starts bobbing her head up and down, and oh, man. I want to fucking come right now too.
I slip all my fingers out of her pussy, wet and glistening, then place them up to her lips as I take the other one away. She licks them. Hungrily. Eagerly. I take them away and she moans out a protest. But when I slip all four fingers into her pussy and press my thumb up against her clit, flicking back and forth across her sweet spot, she forgets about where they were and only cares about where they are now.
Her mouth opens wide, and her back bucks, and when I begin to pump my fingers inside her as my thumb continues to massage her clit, she lets out a long, slow moan as she comes.
I don’t even give her a second to enjoy it, I just sit her up and turn her around with one hand as the other unbuttons and unzips my pants. I pull my cock out and then aim her mouth over my tip.
She sucks me off as I finger her ass. Her head bobbing up and down furiously. Her lips sealed up tight against my shaft. Her tongue flat and wide, pressing along the whole length of me as she takes me deep, then pulls back.
I fist her hair, force her down until her face is pressed up against my stomach, and come in her throat with a long, low, growly moan.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Never in my life has a blow job ever felt so good.
She pulls away, spitting out semen as she sits up.
I smile at her, pet her disheveled mess of blonde hair, and then kiss her on the lips.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers into the kiss.
But I just kiss her harder. Wrapping that delicious, unruly mess of hair up in my fist.
She climbs in my lap, hips slightly elevated because of her welts.
And it would be so easy—so fucking easy—to just let her sink down on my cock.
But I don’t let her do that.
Not yet, Mason. Not yet.
I control myself and push my cock out of the way, opening my legs wide enough so she can rest the inside of her thighs against mine and relax, and not have to worry about rubbing her welts against my jeans.
She places her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her waist.
Just hold her tight.
Wild Thing, I think in my head. You’re gonna make me love you if you keep acting like this.
And that’s a very bad idea.
I sigh, because that’s just the truth.
This girl and me? We have no future together. This was just one of her lessons and nothing more.
Still, I let her cling to me. I let myself cling to her.
And then I go one step further. I hold her tight, lean over, giving her time to reposition her legs, then lie back and pull her on top of me.