Jason’s mouth closers over mine and my desire pools so hot and strong within me that I shudder with lust.
Can Jason read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Jason feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.
Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Jason's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me…I can’t get him back in my mouth fast enough. I am going to come all over his cock and then I’m going to suck up our juices together. I’m so turned on by the idea and I feel so free thinking about how we can do anything we want. Anything that’s filthy or wrong or immoral, and it can be intimate and fantastic.
I break our kiss, gasping for air and panting at his cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. A low moan escapes my lips but I dive against his collarbone and cry out against it. Jason shivers and pulls me closer, and the feel of his jutting cock shivering inside of me makes me clamp a vise grip down on his cock. I feel my eyelids get heavy, lust pulling me under. My lips part slightly and I'm hyper aware of my breathing.
“Your mouth,” Jason says with a confident grin. “I want it.” He doesn’t need to say it twice; the moment his words reach my brain I’m already leaning in, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think straight. I already wanted his cock in my mouth but knowing that he wants it too turns me on even more.
I fit my lips against his the head of his cock, slowly rolling them down until I feel his soft tip pushing down on my tongue. Placing my hands on his waist, I let them go around his body and I hook my fingers on his firm ass; pulling him in, I close my eyes as his shaft slides deep inside my mouth. I have to open my mouth wide, and still it remains hard to have my mouth around his girth. But I don’t let
his size be a limitation to what I can or can’t do. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. Feeling my mouth full with his pulsing desire, I struggle even harder to have every single inch of him inside of me.
I push my mouth down, his tip resting against the back of my throat as my lips meet the base of his cock. Only then do I allow my lips to slide back out over his shaft. I bob my head back and forth as I twirl my tongue around his tip every time I come up. I curl my fingers around his shaft once more, moving my hand up and down in a matching motion to that of my mouth. Hand and lips moving in the same pendulum motion, I use my free hand to caress his balls, their weight against my fingers making my skin prickle.
I start upping the pace, my movements becoming faster and wilder each time I come and go. I only stop once to catch my breath, but I keep my hand on his cock, stroking him as fast as I can; leaning in again, I tilt my head sideways and lay my lips against the side of his shaft, kissing down until my mouth meets his balls. I suck one in, rolling it around my mouth as I keep working him with my hand. It’s heavy and warm and, just like his cock, it’s bigger than anything I have ever seen. My eyes closed, I can’t help but wonder about the amount of cum he must be holding inside him.
Moving back to his tip, I prepare to take his length inside of me once again, but Jason places his hands on the top of my head and stops me before I go down.
“Jennifer, I can’t believe no one ever fucked you like you deserve. Your body is gorgeous. Your mind is incredible. I could fuck you all day and night and still want more of you,” Jason says.
I can’t breathe! When he says things like that to me, it stops my heart and starts it up at a frenetic pace that almost feels dangerous. I’m exhilarated. I can’t believe what he’s said to me. The emotions and sentiment behind it, and how it makes me feel. I want to say something back. After how I ran off on him, even though I came back and he forgave me, I want to say something back. But I'm afraid…that’s the thing! I’m afraid the fear will ruin the moment. And this is such a perfect moment.
Jason pulls me into his arms and I’m content to say nothing as he seems content to hold me. There’s something very new and very necessary about the affection he’s giving me that makes me so content that I actually do forget my fears and I just breathe in the scent of him. The scent of us fucking.
“I want to watch you come,” Jason says, and his fingers trail down to my pussy.
I moan at the sensation of his fingers brushing my skin on the way down, so I know that the impact is going to be even more intense.
His eyes capture mine and his fingers spread my pussy folds.
“Go on,” he whispers, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. “I want to watch you come,” he continues, and then crushes his mouth against mine. He starts stroking my clit harder and I whimper into his mouth at the incredible sensation of his touch. Parting my inner lips, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them upward and taking it straight to my G-spot.
Fingering me as his tongue explores the inside of my mouth, I realize that it won’t take long for me to come as well.
“Come, Jennifer, come for me,” he whispers, now taking his lips to my chin and laying a gentle kiss there. “You’re everything that you want to be right now. And you’re mine,” Jason says, his mouth capturing mine again.
A flood of pleasurable pressure breaks through my body, filling me up and coursing through me as I feel myself squirt, and squirt hard. My pussy spray a massive amount of cum between us that seems to nearly knock me out from the sheer intensity.
My head falls back and I ache for every moment of his touch to keep me surging higher and higher. “OH!” I cry out in shock at the incredible display of my lust, and how much it makes me want to be even filthier.
As the last of my cum sprays from my pussy, I shiver and Jason wraps his arms around me. When I finally finish he stands and holds my hand.
“I want to look at you, Jennifer,” Jason says. He says my name in such a tender way that I forget the entire rest of the world exists.
His eyes drink me in and he’s so passionate that I can’t help but ache for him. I scoop up some of my cum from his rock-hard abs and rub it all over my lips.
Standing up on wobbly legs, I place my arms over Jason’s shoulders and press my cum-coated lips against his. We kiss for a long time, our tongues softly dancing around one another until I forget that we’re doing something that can’t be caught doing.
Right now, there are only two people in my little corner of the universe—Jason and I.
And that’s just the way it should be.
“I’m not done with you,” I breathe out the words with a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can ever be done with the way that you make me feel, Jason.”
“Nor I with you,” Jason says, kissing my forehead.
Jason starts rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers pressed tight over my wetness. A purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, the whole world fading away around me.